CAILY GALILEO
Crazy. Crazy. Crazy.
A crazy monster.
Those were the words that ran through my head as I stared at Pietro, trying to find my anger and my hatred for him.
‘Trying’ because I wasn’t feeling enough anger and enough hatred for him at the moment.
He killed my father and that should be enough for me to be disgusted by his mere sight but how could I be… How could I be disgusted when he looked like this?
Pietro had grown a lot taller and I had to totally raise my head up to look at his face. His body was muscular and well built. The black shirt he was wearing could not hide that and then his face… Those brown eyes. I could recall how beautiful they used to be but somehow, they had grown even more beautiful, sharper and piercing underneath the shadow of his dark, long lashes.
“I am not willing and I am not ready to complete any deal, Mr. Giacometti. What proof do you have that such deal ever existed between us?” I asked, using his lawyer’s words against him but his smirk just turned wider.
“You seem to forget that I did draft a rough agreement which you very willingly signed, Caily.” He replied and I stiffened, recalling that I had truly done that.
“It doesn’t matter! We both know it wasn’t valid!” I said to him as firmly as I could but he just held on that amused look on his face.
Staring at him, I could almost see that blood stained eighteen year old boy who had cupped my face desperately and told me he loved me.
How could he or anyone love someone for so many years? That was just yet another pointer that Pietro was a psychopath and I should never have met him on that day that I met him. Back then, I should have ran somewhere else, search for help somewhere else rather than running to him.
I faulted my younger self for not seeing the danger early enough.
“Fine.” I shrugged my shoulders.
“I am trapped with you as per the conditions of the contract but let me make something clear to you, Pietro Giacometti. My hatred for you will never diminish and I will forever curse the day I met you!”
His face pulled into a frown and I felt my body quiver at the deep frown on his face. That stern look on his face was…
I breathed out roughly, sending those thoughts out of my head. At least, trying to do so.
“You have never hated me and you never will be able to hate me. Try as hard as you can to do so.”
“I don’t have to try hard. It’s very easy for me to hate you, so much it is almost second nature for me to do so.” I refuted and was proud of myself for that statement but the small smirk that lit up his face right after I finished speaking made me question how good my statement actually was.
“Would have me wondering why you came so hard while on the phone with a man you hate so much.” Pietro suddenly said.
I froze, my body stiffening and a sensation running through my body all at the same time. My cheeks flushed a bright pink and my eyes blinked nervously.
I swallowed and moved a step back.
“You look so pretty with your cheeks flushed, Peaches.” He reached a hand to my face and I couldn’t stop him. I wanted to stop him. In fact, I needed to stop him but I could not!
I couldn’t slap his hand away from my face like I should. His touch felt almost electric… His thumb lowered to my lip and he gently ran his thumb over my lip.
I was insane to keep standing transfixed while he did this but his gaze held me in place and I couldn’t move a finger. My body seemed to be melting away at even this slight touch of him swiping his thumb over my lip.
“Your lips… I want to kiss you, Peaches. I want to taste you. Both your lips here and the ones below. I want to know how you taste and I know I sound fucked up and desperate to have a taste of you but I have waited so fucking long and…” His eyes were needy. They communicated how much he needed me and the need in his brown eyes scared me just like they had scared me that night too. He had looked like this when he told me he loved me that night.
“I fucking need you, Peaches.” Pietro groaned out and I felt my stomach tighten, my breathing turning even more ragged.
“No.” I stuttered the word out and it seemed to break the enchantment that seemed to have been casted on me for a while.
I shook his hand off me and stepped away from him.
“The contract says you are not to touch me sexually unless I give my absolute consent!” I reminded him and he groaned.
“Of course it says so and I’d abide by that.” He leaned back and for some reason, my gaze lowered down his body and my eyes widened as I saw the bulge in his trousers.
He… He had gotten hard?!
“Now, don’t get shy because of this. You have given me tons of hard ons all these years already.”
“Do I have a room? Can I be shown to my room? And by someone else, please.” I asked, not wanting to be in the same space with him anymore.
I didn’t like the way he was messing with my head by being in the same space with me. I didn’t like that I couldn’t feel my anger and hatred surging as much as it should be.
“Definitely.” He snapped his long fingers and only a few seconds later, a woman hurried into the living room.
“Lead my woman to her room.”
“I am not your woman” I immediately refuted.
“You are. You are just yet to come to terms with it.” He said and I just ignored him and followed the petite woman.
I didn’t want to talk to him any further.
I walked after the woman, my mind now too disturbed to admire the extravagant beauty of this mansion. How had this happened? How did I get myself entrapped in this situation?
“Here is your room, ma’am.” a door was pushed open and immediately I stepped in, the troubles in my mind vanished for a few seconds.
There was something about luxury. It could always take away your worries even if it was just for a few seconds and that was exactly what this room had just done to me.
The room had it’s theme in my favourite colour, rose gold and my gaze slowly landed on the framed work on the nearby wall.
I moved closer to it and every step towards it made my knees feel weaker. I recognized this so much. It was the first gift I got from Pietro. His gory drawing of a man with his toes chopped off.
I stopped in front of the framed drawing, just staring at it and feeling some certain types of emotion surge through me so forcefully that I was also scared it would rip me apart.
Back then, like a fool, I had thought he had drawn this because he perhaps liked horror movies but I had been such a fool to not realise that Pietro’s only affiliation with horror movies would be him wanting to be the villain in one.
I gulped down hard and tore my gaze away.
“Please can you get this out of the room?” I asked, my voice low.
“I am sorry, ma’am. But Sir Pietro brought this into this room himself and has made it clear to everyone that no one should bring it out of this room for any reason.” She replied and I pressed my lips into a thin line.
“It’s fine. Thank you.” I whispered to her.
“Will you be needing anything else?”
“Not at all.” I tried to force out a smile but the smile wouldn’t just come.
“Then I’d take my leave. If you need anything, you only need to snap thrice, the house system would pick it up and notify me.”
“Uhm… Okay. I’d be sure to do that”
I watched her turn and leave the room and as soon as the door shut behind me, I let out the heavy breath I had no idea I was even holding.
My knees gave way and I crashed to the floor.
“How the hell did this happen? How… How in the world am I back here… Back to living in the same space as Pietro Giacometti?”