Tomas.
“Carl!” I shouted, my voice echoing in the room like thunder. “Prepare the plane! We know now!”
“Where, Mr. Tomas?!” Carl asked, looking both confused and concerned, his brow furrowing as he tried to grasp the situation.
I spun my head toward Amanda, my frustration bubbling over like a boiling pot. “Where’s my son?!” I exclaimed, grinding my teeth in anger, the tension radiating off me like heat from a fire.
Amanda cleared her throat, clearly nervous under the weight of my scrutiny. “Um, it’s okay. He is in Canada. But I have to call Daniel and inform him to prepare everything. I don’t want him to be shocked; he could refuse,” she stammered, fidgeting with her fingers. I noticed her stuttering, which only fueled my impatience. I interrupted her before she could finish.
“Do you mean to tell me that I need permission to take my son back?! Then why did you inform me that I have a son after all these years?! Listen to me, Amanda, I will go now and take my son, and you. If you don’t want to live with your son, that’s fine with me; I accept that. Don’t make me take your son from you forever. You know I could do that, and I could prevent you from seeing him for the rest of your life.” I spoke firmly, my resolve unshakeable, my voice steady as I laid out my demands.
“What? This is nonsense! You can’t do this! I can sue you!” Amanda’s eyes widened in disbelief, her voice rising in pitch as she tried to assert herself.
“Oh, I’m so scared. I’m shaking in my boots right now.” I laughed loudly, the sound dripping with sarcasm. Then I snorted derisively. “Amanda, can I ask you one question?! Do you understand who I am, or are you just a foolish woman who keeps neglecting the facts?! Because I truly wonder how you could believe that I’m the same person you fell in love with all those years ago! Hey, honey! I’m not the same guy! Wake up! Don’t make me hurt you.” I shrieked, my voice rising with anger, each word punctuated by my frustration.
“Um, I, I, but Tomas, I need more time to inform Daniel. You know that will hurt his feelings, and my son thinks that Daniel is his father. How could I do something so painful for both of them? How could I hurt Daniel’s feelings after all he’s done for me and my son?” Amanda raised an eyebrow, trying to reason with me, her voice trembling as she spoke.
“We are leaving now! Carl, prepare everything! I will take Amanda to her room to pack her luggage and mine too. Call Daniel and tell him that I’m coming to his house.” I commanded Carl, my tone brooking no argument, leaving no room for dissent.
“Yes, sir.” Carl replied quickly, but Amanda stood frozen, staring into space, her expression a mixture of shock and concern. I smiled a mocking smile at her, relishing the moment of control, and then strolled close, pulling her arms as I walked upstairs.
I opened the door to Amanda’s room and pushed her inside, slamming the door behind me with a force that echoed in the small space. I widened my eyes at her, stepping closer, but she instinctively stepped back, staring at me with a mixture of fear and defiance. I smirked, enjoying the power dynamic unfolding. “What, Amanda? Are you afraid of me? Did you forget that I’ve seen your body before? Did you forget that we had sex? Our son is the result of what we did together, so why are you acting like an innocent girl?!” I taunted, moving my hand through her hair and staring deeply into her eyes, searching for any remnants of the connection we once had.
For a brief moment, I thought I saw deep feelings reflected in her warm gaze, a flicker of love that sent a rush through me, a wave of nostalgia crashing over my hardened heart. But I quickly reclaimed myself, spinning away to keep my composure intact. “Now, Amanda, change your clothes. We have to move.” I commanded her, clearing my throat then adding, “And help me take off my clothes.”
Amanda’s eyes widened, and her mouth dropped open in shock. “What!”
I turned to look at her, unable to suppress a loud laugh that burst forth, echoing in the small room. “Oh, did you forget the enslavement contract? You have to be my maid, my slave for three years. As you prevented me from knowing that I had a son for three years, this is your punishment!” I exclaimed, reveling in the twisted satisfaction of my words.
“Now, grab my clothes and take off my shoes. As a servant, you must obey me, and I will have no mercy on you. Be sure of that; know that I will make your life a hell, a disastrous nightmare.” I informed Amanda, my tone cold and unforgiving, relishing the authority I wielded.
“Okay, Tomas, I agree, but please, have some mercy with my son.” She pleaded with me, her voice softer now, almost vulnerable.
“You mean my son, not your son, Amanda. Because if you do something wrong, I will prevent you from seeing him for the rest of your life.” I smirked, relishing the power I held over her, the way her fate was now intertwined with mine.
She huffed and stepped closer, challenging my authority with her gaze, her defiance igniting a spark within me. “What?!”
“Please, have a seat, sir. I want to take off your shoes and help you change your clothes.” Amanda said, her voice steady, betraying none of her inner turmoil.
“Oh, you’ve surrendered.” I laughed, enjoying the moment, savoring the shift in power dynamics.
“No, I’m doing this for my son, only for his sake. Even if I worked all my life for you as a maid, I would never regret it; I will sacrifice everything for him.” Amanda said, her determination shining through as she knelt to take off my shoes, her resolve evident in every movement. I was touched by her words. I knew I was being tough on her, but maybe I was afraid she had forgotten about me, that she wasn’t in love with me anymore. Perhaps I was terrified she could leave me, which is why I was threatening her.
“Amanda, what does your tattoo mean?!” I asked suddenly, my curiosity piqued as I sat on the couch, watching her hold my shoes, an unexpected wave of interest washing over me. She raised her head to meet my gaze, her expression shifting.
“It means Tomas Charl!” she informed me, and a smile spread across her face as she stood up and walked away, her joy palpable.
“Where are you going, Amanda?!” I called after her, a hint of annoyance creeping into my voice.
“I’m going to your room to pick out a nice suit for you, Mr. Tomas.” She turned her head back to explain, her confidence returning.
“Do you know where my room is, Amanda?” I narrowed my eyes suspiciously, a flicker of doubt creeping in.
“You said before that we had sex! So how could I forget your room?!” She smiled, her confidence evident as she walked out, each step filled with purpose.
I stood quietly for a moment, then followed her to my closet, my mind racing with conflicting thoughts. “Amanda!” I shouted her name, my voice echoing in the hallway.
She glared back at me, “Yes, Mr. Tomas?!”
“Why did you resign from your job? How did you manage at the beginning?! You were working several part-time jobs; you weren’t rich and didn’t come from a well-off family!” I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me, the need for answers driving my questions.
“I told you, Mr. Tomas,” she replied, her voice steady despite the tension. “Daniel helped me with many things, and that was one of them. He knew that I loved you and did everything he could to make me happy. Daniel did a lot for me. But my family was actually wealthy; my father abandoned my mother when I was very young. Still, I have his name and the name of his family, so I was easily accepted. When they checked my background, they called my father, and he was surprised. After I started my new life as an FBI officer, my father began to contact me again, proud of my achievements.” Amanda explained, her eyes reflecting a mixture of pride and pain, the shadows of her past surfacing.
“But you still didn’t tell me why you resigned! I gathered from your words that you worked hard. How could you just quit?!” I pressed, eager for answers, my frustration mounting.
“I informed you before, Mr. Tomas, that I did it after our last night together. At the same time, I met you again, but in my new look. I was going to confess that I’m the girl you never noticed at college and that I’m the one who sent you the love letter. But after I woke up next to you, I saw that you were deeply asleep, so I walked quietly on my toes out of the room. At that time, I was working on a case to find out who the new mafia king was. While I was sneaking out, I accidentally hit a file and saw some papers. As I was picking them up, I discovered orders belonging to the mafia king that were written in your handwriting. So, I walked away that day, questioning what I should do with the man I love. Should I tell him? Should I put him in jail? Or should I just forget about it? I skipped a few months of work until I realized I was pregnant. That day, I made my huge decision-God gave me this gift to help me decide. I knew I had to quit my job… So I did.” Amanda explained, her voice steady as she chose a suit for me and smiled, her determination evident.
I was staring at her, feeling a mix of emotions swirl within me. I had to admit, I was touched; she had struck a chord in my heart that resonated deep within my soul. She placed her hands on my shoulders to help me out of my suit, her touch warm and grounding. I gently pulled her hand, holding it for a moment while our eyes locked, the air between us thick with unspoken words. Then, without thinking, I hugged her tightly for a minute without speaking, enveloped in the moment. But my suspicious mind soon took over, and I pushed her away, a sudden wave of doubt crashing over me. I walked to the bathroom and stripped off all my clothes, turning on the cold water, seeking solace in the chill. It was a long, cold shower-my way of regaining control over my emotions, trying to drown out the conflicting feelings that swirled in my mind. I was lost in thought, my heart and mind battling each other, each one vying for dominance.
Suddenly, Amanda knocked on the door and opened it, her eyes widening as she caught sight of me, standing there completely naked, a moment that left us both stunned in silence.