CHAPTER 3 - FIRST TIME IN LIFE

Riccardo's POV:

I was only looking at her while she was screaming her guts out as I tried to analyze why this girl was possibly screaming like she saw some ghost. I looked down to see whether I had any blood on my shirt or body or possibly holding a gun in my hands but to my surprise, none that looked scary was on me or in my hands. Then why the hell is she screaming? I got more irritated when I saw her taking the flower pot in her hands. Don't tell me that she is going to attack me with that.

But, to my surprise, she walked a few steps back and stood pressing her back on the side of the jet and she didn't even stop screaming.

"Why the hell are you screaming woman? Stop screaming before I slit your throat making you stop even talking for your lifetime" I yelled getting angry as seeing her like this started to irritate me.

"You…your body" She stammered in an almost audible voice and that's when I finally realized that I still hadn't buttoned up my shirt and the only one button in the bottom was buttoned.

I scrunched my eyebrows and looked at her again with an analyzing look wanting to know if she screaming that she saw a man half naked.

"Don't act like you have never seen a man like this. I know bitches like you. Acting like all innocent" I gritted my teeth and looked around in irritation as I remembered that she was on my jet without invitation and this won't be done by any innocent.

I looked at her again but I noticed the changes in her expression. Her looks changed from terrified to furious and her small button nose started to become red. I remembered how she was shaking in fear before and how her aura had changed. She threw the vase on the nearby couch where she was elegantly sitting before and thankfully that vase didn't break otherwise my already-surfing anger would have reached its peak as I don't like people mishandling whatever belongs to me.

She took predator steps towards me and I felt like I was dominated for the first time in my life and surely she is the one who is dominating here. Somewhere in the corner of my heart, if I had one, I liked that feeling but I know this is not me. Not a freaking king of the world mafia. I didn't notice that she was in front of me as I was lost in my thoughts. I only came out when I heard her whisper which is extremely powerful.

"I'm not a bitch. I don't have any reason to act like an innocent. And, I've seen men with the body better than yours. I only screamed seeing the scars all over your body" She just whispered freaking dominantly and I don't know what happened to me.

I don't know why all of a sudden I felt disgusted at my body. I looked down at my body and all these scars and wounds suddenly pained those who never pained when I got them in the mafia wars and fights. I suddenly felt conscious about my body and I turned around not showing her my body. She is disgusted at my body and none has ever felt like that. All the other girls only tried to get on my bed and some tried hard after seeing my body. Didn't those girls notice these? I buttoned up the shirt thinking about these all as I remembered how these scars and wounds could have ended my life.

I didn't move nor turn towards her even after buttoning up my shirt completely. But, then I heard her voice again.

"Don't ever misinterpret anything on your own, Mr. Whoever you are" I heard but in the next second my anger reached its peak.

In a swift moment, I pushed her on the couch while grabbing her neck tightly and I was almost hovering over her. I started to tighten my palms around her neck but watching her struggle to breathe, for the first time in my life, I felt what I was doing was wrong. It felt something inside me is telling me that and I don't know what that thing is. I left her neck but grabbed her shoulder as tight as possible with my both hands and started to give her my own medicine.

"Don't ever dare to open your filthy mouth in front of me. I didn't misinterpret anything. You're the one who is here without permission and that only means you're the one who is wrong here" I too whispered in a dominant voice but I felt her shiver.

I felt that she was trying to say something and she pushed me away with the full force she had and that made me collapse near her. I gritted my teeth seeing this hot-headed woman and the first time I failed in handling someone and that is to a woman. I sat straight and watched her picking herself up and she too then sat on the couch straightly. Picking up the glass and the water jug, she filled the glass with water gulped it down in one go, and did the same again. After a few seconds, she turned towards me her nose flaring in anger but I could clearly see something different in her eyes, pain…that it is.

"Don't you know who I am? He must have informed you about me" She asked gritting her teeth I don't know what this situation has to do with the ‘he' she is probably mentioning

"I don't know who the hell you're talking about and why should I know you in the first place" I spoke irritated but I still didn't leave my place and was sitting close to her and it looked like I didn't have any problem with that.

"Everyone knows him. He is a billionaire. And if you're not his friend then what are you doing here in the G85 jet" She spit fire how dare she tell that someone is a billionaire when I'm sitting in front of her. Does she even know me?

"What the hell connection is with that billionaire man and this G85?" I yelled at her again confused for the first time in my life.

"He is the one who told me to board G85. This is his friend's jet and if you're not his friend, then who you are?" She questioned and I didn't why I was still being patient with her.

I took a deep breath trying to control my anger and looked at her and noticed that she was as as confused I was. And for the first time, I decided to talk with someone regarding something.

"First, listen to me. I'm not anyone's friend and no one has told me that you'll board this plane. Maybe I know that billionaire man but he doesn't inform me anything. I'm not having any guests" I explained to her as clearly as possible and I wondered why the pilot didn't come to check till now even after hearing my loud yells.

Switching my thoughts from the pilot to her, I noticed that she was trying to analyze the situation. She just sat there looking at the TV thinking about something but then suddenly she jumped up in fear.

"Where this jet is possibly heading?" She asked me in fear and now I guess that her brain caught up with the situation.

"Italy" When I said this, she huffed in relaxation and I guessed that she was also heading to Italy but how the hell did she get into my jet and who is she?

Who is this girl, who attracted me for the first time, who made me feel disgusted, feel wrong, and who made me talk like a human for the first time? Who is she and why are these all first times with her?