(NFTMB)Chapter 35
Victoria
(I Didn’t Do Anything For You)
“Hi, my name is Victoria. Nice to meet you”. I corrected him. I’m tired of everyone referring to me as the pregnant one.
Is that the only identity I have now?
It’s annoying. I have a name you know.
Is this what my life will become?
“Well, it’s obvious he doesn’t know your name”. The Jasmine girl said snarkily.
Bitch, who the hell do you think you are? I thought to myself.
“That’s enough, baby”.
Niccolo calmly told his girl to back off.
“Forgive my manners, Victoria. I’m Niccolo. Alessandro’s younger brother”. He said stretching out a hand for a handshake.
I slowly took his hand after meeting Alessandro’s threatening eyes.
I didn’t want any problems with him.
“Nice to finally meet you, Niccolo”. I said as I shook his hand while balancing Matteo on my hip.
“Same here. This is my girlfriend, Jasmine”. He gestured to the girl who gave me a stink eye as she curled her hair around her finger.
I just gave her a curt nod which she didn’t bother returning as she rolled her eyes at me.
This was going to be one hell of a family reunion.
“Where’s our room, baby. I’m tired. I need to sleep”. She whined to Niccolo.
Before Nicolo could speak Alessandro beat him to it.
“I’m afraid there’s going to be no rest for you. My mother and the rest of my family will be back soon. Amara is the only one on duty today, so you’ll have to join her in the kitchen. I hope I don’t have to repeat myself”. Alessandro said but I interpreted it as a threat.
“Alessandro, she just got back. She’s tired and jetlagged”. Bianca spoke up.
“Yeah, brother. I think the maid can handle all that. Jazz is really tired. Besides, isn’t this all a part of Amara’s job? She’s meant to cook and clean”. Niccolo said as he searched his pocket for something while his girlfriend subtly went to stand behind him.
“First of all, who the hell is Amara?”. Jasmine screeched out in confusion.
“She’s the maid”. Came Niccolo’s response as he finally found what he was looking for.
Cigarettes.
I looked at him in horror as he placed the cigarette between his lips and searched around for his lighter.
Was he going to smoke when there was a child in the room?
How irresponsible.
I looked at little Matteo as he babbled on about something ignorantly. What an innocent boy.
“Don’t you dare, Niccolo!”. Alessandro rebuked Niccolo before he could light the cigarette.
“Why? Your house a no smoking zone now, Alessandro?”. Niccolo asked with furrowed brows.
“Yeah, why can’t he smoke like he wants to?”. Jasmine questioned Alessandro with her hands on her hips.
She really doesn’t know who Alessandro is and how mean he can be else she wouldn’t think of questioning him. Especially in public.
“Are you both really that clueless?”. Bianca asked, perplexed.
“What?”. Niccolo asked with obvious irritation as he shrugged his shoulders.
“Are you fucking blind?! Can’t you see my son is in here? You want to smoke in front of a baby? You haven’t even held your own nephew, Niccolo?!”. Alessandro’s loud voice boomed in the house as Matteo suddenly started crying.
Good job startling your son, Alessandro.
“Excuse me”. I said to no one in particular as I moved further into the living room to have a seat and calm the fussy Matteo down.
I could still hear their voices as I patted Matteo’s back when rocking him to calm him down.
“See? That’s not on me, Alessandro!”. Niccolo yelled. I guess he was referring to Matteo crying.
“Shut the fuck up, babies cry! It’s not a new thing”.
“Can you all stop yelling for a second?!”. Bianca said.
“Take your things upstairs, Niccolo. You, join Amara in the kitchen. I don’t want to have to say it again”. Alessandro said before heading upstairs immediately after which I heard the door bang.
“What the hell is his problem?”. Jasmine said, sounding very irritated.
“Better watch your mouth if you don’t want trouble”. Bianca said before her voice started getting closer to where I was sitting with Matteo.
“Behave, Jasmine”. Niccolo said before I heard the sound of lips locking and he appeared in my view with Bianca.
“Is he sleepy?”. Bianca asked me.
“Yes”.
“Look, I’m so sorry for earlier. I didn’t actually remember that the baby was there. I’m not usually so irresponsible”. Niccolo said with his hands up and a smile playing on his lips.
“Just be careful next time. That could have hurt him”. I told him sternly.
He gave me a smile before stretching his hands towards me.
“Give him to me. I’ll hold him. Go help in the kitchen”. He said to me,
This bitch.
I knew what he was doing. He was trying to make sure that his whiny little girlfriend wouldn’t lift a finger in the kitchen.
Well, he certainly has another thing coming.
I handed Matteo to him and watched him walk upstairs with Bianca.
I rolled my eyes at his tricks.
Walking into the kitchen I met an intense scene.
Jasmine was seriously staring down Amara with her arms folded. Amara on the other hand had met her match.
She looked like she needed help.
Duh. I wasn’t going to help instead I’d even give Jasmine a hand if she needs one.
Whore.
“And who the hell are you?”. Jasmine asked Amara.
“I’m Amara. And I would appreciate it if you could not be rude with your words and your actions”. She said as she continued chopping the vegetables calmly.
One more night of passion with my baby daddy and she’s already growing wings.
Way to go, Alessandro.
“Aren’t you supposed to be the maid? Why the hell are you talking to me that way? What the fuck is wrong with Alessandro’s maids!”. Jasmine screeched in annoyance.
Did she just refer to me as a maid?
The guts of this girl.
“Watch your tongue, Jasmine. I am not your maid neither am I Alessandro’s maid. I am his pregnant fiancee, and if I remember correctly, he asked you to help in the kitchen”. I said calmly though I was brewing with anger at this ill mannered girl’s words.
“Make yourself useful and get started on the pasta”. Amara instructed her.
Jasmine’s face looked like it would explode in a million pieces with how red it was.
She angrily stormed out of the kitchen and upstairs to change her clothes, I suspected.
I just grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and made to leave the kitchen. If she wasn’t going to help out then they would all stay hungry.
I wasn’t going to do anything for them. I was nobody’s maid. I’m not lifting a finger.
I turned to leave before I heard Amara speak.
“Thank you”. She said softly.
“Don’t thank me. I didn’t do anything for you”.