NFTMB)Chapter 12
Alessandro
(A heartless man)
Imagine my anger walking into my office and looking out the window to see Victoria frolicking with that boy.
I wanted nothing more than to cut the driver boy into pieces right now. Just a day away, and they’ve turned my garden into a lovenest. They had no fear or respect.
“I’m sorry sir, we didn’t know you’d be back soon”. He stammered out.
The boy had no guts whatsoever. The girl on the other hand was so brazen and irritating.
“Who gave you the right to decorate my garden without my consent? How dare you. Who the hell do you think you are?”. I meant to degrade him, dehumanize him and embarrass him. It was working because he soon bowed his head in shame.
“I’m so sorry Mr Rossi. He didn’t mean any harm. We just didn’t know that you’d be back soon”. Victoria chimed in.
I looked over to her as I scanned her attire. She looked pretty, a delicate and cute kind of pretty. Then my mind went to something and my mood instantly darkened. She dressed up for him.
“Not one word from you Victoria. In my office now”. I snapped at her while pointing a finger at her. I looked back at the driver.
“As for you, you’re fired. Leave my property within the next 24 hours or I’ll throw you out myself”.
“Please sir, no sir. You can’t fire me, I need this job sir”. He begged desperately in the presence of his girlfriend. How humiliating.
I ignored him and left him in the garden as I made my way with Victoria trailing fastly behind me.
“What are you doing sir?”. Victoria seemed shocked as she walked into my office.
“Exactly what is within my power”. I challenged her.
“You can’t do this”. She said,
“Actually I can. He’s my servant and I own him”.
“That’s where you’re wrong Mr Rossi. You don’t own him. He’s just your worker”. She spelled out.
“No, that’s where YOU are wrong Victoria, I own him. I decided if he lives or dies and right now I’m itching to end his life”.
“Why are you like this?”
“This is a sneak peek of who I am. You haven’t seen nothing yet”.
She looked me dead in the eyes for a long time till she couldn’t hold the gaze.
“You’re really a heartless man”. She said nodding her head like she was actually finding out now.
“Watch your words Victoria, I wouldn’t hesitate to deal ruthlessly with you right where you stand. You’re not special”.
She wiped her tear and left the room in anger, banging the door behind her.
“Fucking drama queen”
I picked up my phone and dialed the number of the person I needed to straighten out immediately.
The call was picked up almost instantly.
“In my office immediately”. I hung up.
Not too long after I hung up the person was present.
“Why were you eavesdropping on my conversation last night?”. I went straight to the point.
She tensed up immediately as her eyes flew to mine.
“I don’t understand sir”. She stuttered. Guilty.
“Don’t play games with me Amara”.
“You only stutter when you’re lying. I know you too well Amara”.
“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to sir. I was on my way to the kitchen when I heard you both talking”. She replied meekly wringing her hands together.
“And you decided to listen in on my conversation Amara”.
“I’m sorry sir. It would never happen again”.
“You amuse me Amara”. I said patting her perfect brown hair.
“You seem different lately Amara. Is there anything I need to know?”. I baited her.
Amara had fallen in love with a certain young man in her hometown. They spent weeks together when she left under the guise of her father’s burial. Ever since she returned, she had been running away from me.
She didn’t let me get close to her nor touch her.
“There’s nothing wrong sir. I just miss my father that’s all”. She said facing the other side, totally ignoring my gaze.
“Really that’s all?”. I asked her. She knew that I knew.
“That’s all sir”.
“How is Gavin doing?”. I gauged her reaction.
Amara’s eyes bulged out of their sockets. She went on her knees immediately.
“I beg you sir, leave him out of this”. She begged on her knees rubbing her two palms together.
“I only asked how he was doing. Relax Amara”. I chuckled while wiping a tear that slipped down from her cheeks.
Amara was a very beautiful girl. Even when crying she looked like a goddess out of a fairytale.
“Please sir, I’ll do whatever you want just don’t hurt him. I beg you sir”. She cried.
“I won’t hurt him as long you don’t forget your place and act accordingly”. I grabbed her face roughly and looked at her more closely.
“Please, I beg you”.
“Amara you’re supposed to be there whenever I need you. That was the agreement, wasn’t it?”.
“Yes sir”
“But Gavin is making you slack in your duties isn’t he?”.
She lifted up her tear filled eyes and looked at me.
“No sir, he isn’t. I swear”.
“So your husband isn’t stopping you”.
Amara froze in complete shock and could not believe what she had just heard. How did he know?
“Sir?” Amara was terrified.
“Didn’t you both agree to get married once you manage to get away from me?”.
She must be wondering how I found out about her elope plan with that farmer boy.
“Please don’t hurt him sir, I’ll do everything you ask of me. I’ll even leave him just Please don’t hurt him because of me. I can’t live with that”.
That’s exactly what love does to you. It renders you useless and weak. So powerless.
She would rather I stab her in the chest than to hurt a hair on his body. If placed with this same options, I’m sure that he would save his own skin. But she chose him.
I don’t understand why people fall in love. It’s mediocrity at its peak.
Well, it allows people like me to stay on top and in charge.
“Come closer Amara”. She came over to my side on her knees and looked up at me with her glassy eyes. She was pure perfection.
“Sir, can I ask you a question?”. She asked slowly like a mouse.
“Go on Amara”. I was amused by her mustered up courage.
“Sir, did you sleep with Victoria?”.
I let out a deep chuckle at her question.
“Yes Amara, are you jealous?”. I couldn’t believe she was jealous.
“No I’m not”. She replied immediately.
I met Amara on a rainy night. She had just escaped another assault from her abusive boyfriend. She was almost knocked down by me.
I took her in and she started doing chores for me to help out around the house and as gratitude to me for letting her stay in my house.
Along the line her father was diagnosed with cancer. It required a large sum of money for treatment and she had nowhere else to go or anyone else to turn to.
She came to me begging and pleading on her knees just like she was doing now. She needed my help with the money.
I told her I didn’t run a charity organization and that’s where our agreement began. I wasn’t a nice man nor was I a kind man. I told her that if I was to help her, she had to give me something in return.
She agreed readily to my conditions besides it was a win-win situation for her. I was good looking, rich and powerful. She wasn’t losing anything.
I’ve been sleeping with Amara for a long time and she didn’t have any problems with it till she fell in love.
I paid all her bills and I took care of her family as well. I gave them an allowance weekly. Everyone was happy but he had to destroy everything now with his stupid feelings.
Love is a sham.
I snapped my attention back to her. She was still kneeling and begging.
“I don’t like my women to be distracted or to be compromised Amara. I fancy you. You’re like my doll. A very special doll I still want to play with for now, atleast”.
I stroked her chin and slowly pecked her lips.
Amara was special to me. I kept her close to me as a maid after I married Roberta. She didn’t complain though, she was okay with the whole idea. She was the breadwinner of her family and she had to do what she could for them.
Roberta never liked her, she found her too pretty to be a maid and pleaded with me to fire her. I of course would never do that, at least not now.
Roberta maltreated her and made her uncomfortable at every given opportunity. She hated Amara.
“Do not ever see that boy again cause if you do, he immediately ceases to breathe”. I threatened her as I grabbed a handful of her hair yanking her back.
“Yes sir”. She replied shakily with tears running down her face.
“Good girl”. I released her hair from my grip and freed her.
“What do you say?”
“Thank you sir”. She knew the rules and acted accordingly.
“Now come closer and do your fucking job”. I told her reclining in my seat.
She slowly came closer but before she could make any other movement, the door flew open.
“I’m resigning Mr Rossi”.