Chapter 37. Ain't a whore

Then I thought of Angelo… He used to be so kind to me. He was one of the rare people who believed in me and who so much cared about me. He found me the job at the restaurant and I remember how he used to say to me “Don't bother Aria when I will be rich you will stop this job and we will run our own business. We will be so rich and our children will never lack” I chuckled effortlessly as I thought of him.

“Hey, baby, you don't have to be sad. You know working at a restaurant is not that bad, people are going through worse shits. Don't worry I will make things up to you” he used to repeat that to me every time I was sad and I was always like; “Angelo, this isn't what I wanted for my life. I mean I can't end my life as a common low-class waitress. I have bigger dreams. A good job, a beautiful house, a richer boyfriend… Etc” I said.

“So I'm not worthy of you me, that what you mean right? Aria do you even love me?” he asked. “Stop being pathetic, I'm just saying. Perhaps you are that rich boyfriend I'm talking about, — a better life together” I said. “I hope so because I'm not ready to lose you for nothing,” he said while I slowly shifted his face towards him and kissed him.

But he flinched “No, no, no this won't work! You are bribing my feelings. I won't fall this time” he teased me. Unfortunately, for him, he couldn't resist me and I knew it.

“Angelo, where the hell was you? If only you didn't disappear, who knows perhaps I might not have gone to see Besty for consolation, and I would have surely not landed in this golden prison. To think you always warned me about Besty. Why did you have to leave? I hate you, Angelo, — I hate you… I hate you all!” I screamed the last sentence at the top of my voice and I broke into heavier tears again.

I was screaming and shouting and hitting the wall with my fists “I hate all of you!” I cried out busting into tears again and again. I mean tears were all I got at the moment.

I so much cried that I was so weak when came out of the shower. I wipe my body then I wrapped a dry towel around my body and moved to the room. Instead of dressing, I lay in bed. My body was shivering, I had cried so much and I needed to rest. I was already having a headache with swollen eyes.

I laid down my head in bed and I closed my eyes for a couple of minutes. Then I felt something wet on my lips and my eyes widened in shock only to discover that it was his lips caressing mine as if we were lovers. I flinched breaking up his kiss. I stood up “Wake up and go dress up. We shouldn't be late for the meeting," he said while glancing at his wristwatch seriously.

I instantly stood up. “Put this on” he pulled out a gown from the wardrobe and gave it to me. It wasn't mine. I stood up and I moved to the bathroom to get dressed. As he saw me moving to the bathroom, he asked “Where do you think you are going to?". “To the bathroom" I replied. “For? What's the issue with this place?" he asked quickly peeking round the room then he glared at me.

I swallowed my spits in a gulp as he asked. How was I going to tell him that I wasn't comfortable in his presence anymore? I glared at him speechlessly. “Better get back here and dressed immediately. I got no time to waste" he scolded me then he took a seat at one edge of the bed and took out his phone and browser.

“I hate Russian man!” I yelled at myself deep down. Somehow deep within me, I knew one day, I was going to pay him back.

His phone rang and he immediately went out of the room to answer his call. I breathed a sigh of relief. It was really what I was looking for, — some peace and privacy. I stayed there in the room and hurriedly dressed into the beautiful yellow gown he wanted me to put on. I didn't even bother about putting on any panties or bra, all I wanted was to dress fast before he returned.

I wore the gown as fast as I could, I was amazed at the speed I used in wearing it. I had never been that anxious while dressing, I think that was my first time. I didn't want him to see my nakedness. At least not until I got over what had happened. Thankfully, the gown wasn't hard to put on.

“Wow!” was the first word that escaped my mouth when I looked at my reflection in the mirror. The tight-fitting yellow gown looked really good on me. It demonstrated my hourglass curves perfectly. Indeed he knew what fitted me best. Weird of me, I blushed at that thought.

Moreover, yellow wasn't a colour I would have picked on a regular base. I wasn't a fan of shouted colours. I prefered gloomy colours that would make me noticeable. I came back to reality when I heard this voice from behind me, “Ain't you have done yet?" he stood behind me. I lifted my gaze to our reflection in the mirror and our gazes met coincidentally.

I twisted my face and flung my stare away while he kept looking at me through the mirror as he helped me zip up my gown from my back. When he was done I turned and faced him with a heavy breath. I glared at him silently for a few seconds then I said “Thank you, but you didn't have to, I could have done it myself” then I moved away to the little cosmetic desk at another corner of the room to fix my face.

I sat on the best, facing the round table mirror and began to comb my hair. Then I dragged out one of the side cupboards of the desk and luckily my hand landed on a small box which I immediately took out and placed on the desk and opened to see a pair of silver earrings and a necklace.

“Wow!” it was beautiful and didn't belong to me as well as the gown I had on. It was one of those things I found in the room. I guess it belonged to the woman who he appropriated before me. Without any second thought, I put them on and damn! It fitted so perfectly with my outfit.

When I turned back to him, he wasn't in the room anymore. No one needed to tell me that he was already in the car waiting for me. When I was done, I hurried out doubling my footsteps and walked through the hallway to the living room. Once I reached there, there was no one in the living room, not even Nanny Clara so I walked straight out. The car was already waiting for me with the driver and Gladimir seated.

I moved closer and one of the guards rushed to open the door and I moved into the car. I didn't bother glancing at him when I got in. I could sense anger already and I didn't need any negative energy around me. I was already sad enough.

I flung my gaze on the tinted window as if there was something important that I was watching from the window.

“You were late" I exclaimed with his eyes glued on his phone. I didn't respond, because I knew responding would have made matters worse. “Why ain't you saying anything?” he asked. Within me, I thought of replying but what was I going to say? I was scared of saying something inappropriate that might have angered him.

He offed his phone and plugged it inside his suit’s pocket and he glared at me “You heard me!” he said. I took a deep breath, “The earrings got tangled with my hair and it takes time to make up” I lied. I was just tired of him and his useless question. “I will hire someone to take care of that then!” he said.

“I don't think it's necessary, I'm doing just fine!” I said. “Aria, that wasn't a question” he sighed and said to the driver, “Let's go!". The driver obeyed and did the things he was paid to do and we droved out of the house.

During the ride, I wasn't comfortable sitting beside him. Yet, I found myself gazing at him. He was busy on his phone as usual talking about millions of dollars. He looked so fierce and powerful and that big smartphone was just like a dot in a giant’s hands. Omg, his muscles were contracted and all carved on his suit.

At the same time, I wondered what kind of business he was into, that made him amass such wealth and influence at such an age. I guess he was in his last 30s but the influence and wealth he had were like that of a man in his late 60s. That kind of man that when looking at him you can imagine, how hard he worked during his youth to amass so much wealth. But that wasn't the case with Gladimir. Perhaps it was that of his parents but how come I never heard him mention his parents?

I watched him keenly as he went through his phone and before we knew it, we were already at the venue. The car came to a halt, no one needed to tell me that we had arrived already.

He stared at me before coming down and said to me, “Behave well. You are a young beautiful woman, but make sure to reject any sexual advances from any men" he said and he walked out of the car and I felt insulted. What the heck was wrong with him? So he thought that I was a whore that will jump into the hands of any man?

I was devastated by what he said and I didn't want to come out of the car anymore. Unfortunately, I had to. I come down from the car and reluctantly walked behind him. Omg! What a fucken pretender. He arced his arm and I wrapped my arm around him and we walked together. He greeted a few people as we made our way into the hall.

He veered to my ears and whispered “Smile! Don't scare this person with your twisted face” he faked a heavy smile as he spoke. I had no choice so I smiled but little did I know that my day was about to get messy, — I mean messier.