CHAPTER 8: The Party II

SAVANNAH'S POV

“I'm sorry, have we met?” I blurted out, trying to recall if I had met the woman in front of me before. Just then, she circled me, with her stilettos clicking loudly on the marble floor. My heartbeat increased and my breath hitched.

“I'm Laura, Diego's secretary,” she said, feigning a smile. “I don't know what Diego saw in you, but you do not deserve him!” she sneered, staring straight into my eyes with a disgusting stare plastered on her face.

“I had no intention of marrying Diego. Even with that, we’re already married and there's nothing I can do about it,” I said calmly, not wanting it to escalate. Like I had a choice.

“Diego deserves someone better by his side. Someone like me! Someone who's driven by passion and has seen the real world,” she said, still staring at me. “You can't support Diego in any way!”

I scoffed. I had heard of overzealous secretaries who fall for their bosses but this one was so unbelievable. I would even be glad if we had to exchange lives so she could understand the circumstances surrounding my marriage with Diego.

“Laura, I’m very much capable of rendering support to my husband when he needs it,” I said sternly, already tired of her gimmicks.

“You think rendering support to Diego is by washing dishes? I've heard about you Savannah. You spent your whole life as a servant!” she sneered.

My fists tightened and my heart fell. How did she know all of that? Tears welled up in my eyes but I held them back to avoid giving her the satisfaction she wanted.

“Laura, I don't want to be enemies with you since you work for my husband so can you just let me enjoy the party or I will tell Diego. You know how he can be when people make those around him uncomfortable,” I threatened.

“Your husband?” She grinned, with her eyes piercing through mine. It looked like if there was a remote to life and death she’d press death and end me immediately. “Not for long Savannah. I will make sure,” she said, counting her words. “I must have Diego.”

“What's going on here?” Diego asked abruptly from behind us. Immediately, my breathing slowed and I felt even more relaxed. “Here, have something to drink,” he added, handing me a wine glass.

“Mr Diego,” Laura called out, beaming. “Savannah and I are just getting to know each other. In fact, I was telling her how lucky she is to have you,” she said, losing herself in his eyes with one finger rolling her curly blonde hair. She was clearly lusting over Diego in front of me. I couldn't believe it.

Diego nodded, not saying a word and Laura hurriedly walked away but it didn't stop her from throwing deadly stares at me from a distance.

I stood, lost in thoughts when Diego's voice jolted me out of thoughts.

“Now that we're alone, tell me why you were sad the moment we stepped foot here,” he said, crouching to my level. The way he did that every time, locking eyes with me made me feel lesser in height. Diego was unarguably very tall.

“It's—it’s nothing you should be bothered about,” I stammered.

“I'm not blind Savannah. You are so easy for me to read so I know exactly how you're feeling even if you don't tell me,” he revealed, searching my eyes for answers. What did he mean by I was easy to read?

“Fine!” I groaned. “Parties make me nervous because I never had good experiences with them. I mean the last time I enjoyed a party was five years ago with someone I never saw again until now.” I blurted out, breathing heavily.

Diego's eyes immediately widened like he knew exactly what I was talking about. “A person?” He asked. “Who was it?”

I wondered why Diego was suddenly interested in little details about me. But then, my mind drifted back to the boy I had met that night, the boy I knew I would never see again. “You don't have to worry about it Diego. The party is almost over, shouldn't we be heading home now?”

He stared back at the crowd absent minded and stared back at me. Was he even listening to me?

“You’re enjoying the attention you're getting from the ladies here that's why you want to stay longer,” I queried, making my way outside in a flash. I couldn't believe I was bothered about him talking to other women.

He followed behind me as we walked towards the car. “Don't tell me you're jealous, Savannah,” Diego said, immediately we got there.

“Why would I be? I didn't want to marry you in the first place remember,” I blurted out, folding my arms and jerking my head sideways.

“You would have to get used to me, little bunny,” he said, pushing his face towards mine. Now, our faces were barely inches away from each other, with his hands pressing the car walls for support. “say the words, and I’ll be yours.”

Was he playing games with me? My chest thumped louder by the second. His breath against my skin did things to my body and I shivered. “Diego, people are looking at us,” I mumbled, but he didn't care.

His face immediately curled into a frown. “No one can tell me how to act around my wife,” he said, adjusting his tuxedo and pulling away from me. His demeanor turned cold like I had offended him.

“Let's go home,” he said blankly. “Get in the car.”

I did exactly as he said, while wondering why a person would switch so fast. Without saying another word to me, he entered and ordered the driver to take us home.

It didn't take long and soon, we were at the mansion again. He walked quickly inside the house and I followed behind him.

“Why are you suddenly quiet?” I asked, pissed. I hated being kept on edge and anxious but what I was feeling was way more than that without a doubt.

“Go inside and get some sleep,” he said, sternly. Without wanting to argue further, I stomped my feet angrily to the bedroom. I took a quick bath and changed into my night wear. My mind was still drifting back to Diego so I was wide awake waiting for him to storm in and give me an explanation but there was no sign of him anywhere.

Tired of waiting, I took a blanket ready to have a comfortable sleep on the sofa. I didn't know what Diego was thinking so I dared not get on the bed!