Elena
“It’s nice meeting you once again, Elena.” He eyed me knowingly, having me know that he remembered last night! And he was openly selling me away!
I gulped when momentarily I felt my mum’s eyes hooding around me, probably with questions which I wasn’t ready to answer. Immediately, I pulled my hand away from his and my mom’s voice sounded.
“Have you both met before?” my mum’s eyes raced back and forth between the man and I. Then her gaze heaved upon me, my breathing arched, unable to answer her question.
How was I going to fucking tell her that her soon to be husband and I almost had a thing last night? Silence spurred in the air and I heavily bit on my cheeks….
“Elena and I met last night….something very interesting happened between both of us, Marianne.” He dropped his hues back at me and my heart was caught withing my throat.
He was going to reveal what transpired between us last night! I felt my knees going weak.
“Last night? Weren’t you at home last night, Elena?” came the surprised voice of my mum that my mouth parted in an attempt to give an explanation, but the words halted inside my throat when he had abruptly cut my words with his.
“We met at a club. We shared a few drinks before I had my driver send her home. We shared a perfect mutual understanding. Isn’t that right Elena dearest?” he pressed hard on my name that cold ran dreadfully down my spine.
Hurriedly, I thoughtlessly answered. “Yes, something like that….”
My eyes went wide, and I had almost choked on my spit at his words. It was almost hard to believe that he was trying to cover things up.
My mum shook her head and muttered an O and my heart beat gradually slowed down…
“Okay, let’s head to the dinner table. I prepared your favorite, Diego.” I watched as my mum had walked up to him and her lips made way with his and he returned the kiss back.
I felt disgusted internally knowing that I almost kissed his lips also, imagine I and my mum sharing the same lips, I shivered at the thought. I painfully pulled my eyes from the scene, placing my eyes on something which wasn’t him.
Seating opposite him, the man who would soon become a father figure to me, it felt somehow strange that I couldn’t keep my eyes off him and I knew that it was a sin because coincidentally I couldn’t pull my thoughts away from last night happenings.
“So Elena, do you have a boyfriend?” Spoke Diego that it snapped my thoughts.
Blankly I blinked at him, the center of attention was drawn back to me. What was with the unnecessary question? I thought to myself, but I answered either way, knowing that my mother was equally curious.
“I don’t have one.” I tried hard not to sound rude.
“That’s good to hear because it would have been a problem knowing that some boy would be hovering around you.”
“Why would it be a problem?” My eyes made contact with him. I seemly had forgotten that my mom was still present. I was curious as to why he would be concerned about my personal life when he shouldn’t.
He chuckled that it didn’t sound good in my ears; it made my stomach tightened.
His voice hurled. “Because you’re still young and having a boy isn’t something you should be thinking of. Your studies should be your first priority, right honey?” he threw a glance at my mum who answered.
“I agree with Diego. Boys shouldn’t be in your plans right now, Elena. Focus on your studies. It was something your dad wanted, and it’s good that Diego is also concerned about it. I told you he’s a good man.” She blinked dreamily at the man and smiled.
I fought hard not to roll my eyes. How sweet of him, I thought sarcastically in my head. I decided that for the rest of the meal I would be quiet, not wanting to drag myself into their conversation, but my mum soon stood up.
“I have to answer this call. I will be right back.” She stood up, leaned over, and kissed the man before walking away.
Why couldn’t she just spare my virgin eyes from this sin? Her presence was soon excluded, and it left me in the company of Diego.
Doing my best, I focused on my meal, but he was making it hard for me to do so because his eyes were glued endlessly to me. It was soon turning frustrating.
“Can you please stop staring? it’s making me uncomfortable?” I tried maintaining my appearance, not to spell that of annoyance.
“And last night didn’t make you feel uncomfortable?” his words made me gulp, he continued. “How did you end up in my house last night? I’m really interested in knowing?” He dropped his spoon, leaning back in the chair.
Immediately, I lost my little appetite when he brought up the conversation. He wanted to discuss what happened now, here, when my mum was still around? He was really trying his best to end my life.
However, I wasn’t going to reply. I decided to stay mute, thinking that it would probably get him to keep his interests to himself, but I was wrong.
“Not willing to speak? Well, I want you to know that whatever happened last night wasn’t something that should have happened, and I hope you forget about it. I hope that I have made it clear to your understanding, Elena.” His pressing gazes turned intense.
Still, I didn’t reply and within me I was grateful knowing that he was willing to forget about it, but then something occurred to me that it got me questioning.
“Do you really love my mum?” It was something I wanted to know because clearly he paid for a slut to pleasure him. How could he have done that when he was going to get married soon?
He kept a minimum silence and stared at me where I now returned his gazes. His eyes were intimidating, just like last night, and it had me quivering. My legs turned weak at that moment.
Seriousness and coldness concealed his tone of lacing where he worded. “I love your mum, which is the reason I’m willing to get married to her and if you're relating things to last night. I only wanted some fun. It’s normal and your mum was busy.”
“But still, that doesn’t place justification that you were cheating on her and it means that you could do something like that in the future, and my mum would be the one hurting when she finds out. I don’t want someone like you for her.” I stated honestly because it was what I thought about this marriage of a thing.
If he truly loves my mum like he says he wouldn’t have paid someone who was coincidentally me to please him last night and how dare he call it normal.
“Then what are you going to do about it? Tell your mum, perhaps? And let her know that her daughter was the paid slut I hired last night to please my dick? How wonderful would that be for her to find out that her daughter, who she cares for dearly, is a slut?” His voice had a plea of coldness that it arched my heart.
“It was a one-night thing! And you have no right to fucking call me a slut because I’m not and I will fucking tell my mum about it and I have evidence to back what happened last night because it was a mistake.” Boldly, I challenged having him know that I wasn’t afraid of him and I wasn’t the one at fault. Lisa was the fucking person who placed me in this spot.
“Once she knows that the man she’s going to marry is a patheti-” Immediately I stopped the remaining words I had to say when the man had suddenly gotten up and there was something about his countenance which didn’t spell right.
My throat bubbled, having me turning uneasy. He strided towards me, his eyes holding a moisture of darkness in them.
“I thought since your were Marianne’s child you would be a quiet one just like her but unfortunately you haven’t only proven me wrong but have shown me that you’re going to be a nuisance to me too and unfortunately I can’t handle nuisance as they tend to get on my nerves quickly.” He had successfully closed the thinkable distance between us.
He stood before me, that my anxiety peaked to another level.
Shuttering, my voice came out. “Are you threatening me, perhaps?” Maintaining the eye contact with him was becoming incredibly difficult for me to do.
Diego’s hand moved to touch my hair, my body tensed up, and it got me remembering Lisa’s words about him.
His fingers played with some strands of my hair. I couldn’t move, stilled on the chair.
“Elena…..don’t become a nuisance to me, I will it take into consideration that you are my lovers, daughter.” He gave a plain smile and then his fingers had left my hair to my neck and my hormones highlighted in a bad way. I was feeling hot.
“Be a friend of mine and you won’t even notice my presence in your life, but if you choose to become an enemy, you might sleep and never wake. Choose your path wisely.” He broke the skin contact and I finally could breathe.
He was fucking threatening me! He would have me unalive if I should tell my mum about him. Clearly he was a stay clear away from. Soon my mum came back.
“I’m sorry for the long phone call. It was from the office.” She breath out and the man’s charming appearance surfaced out when he questioned.
“Is there a problem?”
“Just some missing files, but it’s all sorted out. Elena, are you alright?” came my mum questioned, which she poked at me and it got the intense gazing of Diego returning.
“I’m fine. I think I will return to my room. Good night.” Quickly I wanted to escape, as his presence was having me deeply uneasy.
“But you haven’t finished your meal and you haven’t had a proper conversation with Diego. He’s going to soon be your dad, you know. You should spend some time together.” My mum proposed, and the devil of a man chipped his words in.
“I don’t think that’s a bad idea either. She can spend some days at my house. I really want to get to know her better. I heard kids of now are days are quite.... Insensible.”
Insensible! He dared called me insensible when he was the one who’s threatening to kill me behind my mum’s back!
“I don’t think that’s necessary, there’s no need-“
“None sense, I want to spend some time with my daughter, get to know you better and you know once I and your mum gets married you would have to move so now is a perfect opportunity to get yourself familiarize with me and things around me, what do you say Marianne?”
My eyes raced back to my mother, hoping that she would be the sensible one, but she wasn’t.
“That’s not a bad idea. It’s good that she gets herself accustomed to your house.” My mouth fell open and when I tried protesting because of the way things were moving fast, the man had delightfully ended the conversation.
“It’s settled then. Tomorrow she will move in with me!” He gave a dirty, cold smile.
I was doomed.