Chapter 64: Chapter 64

Allesandro

"Come on my handsome, pleasure me." The girl whose name I do not remember purred in my arms. I was drunk, I do not know who she was and how I ended up with her in bed but the scent of innocent Edith would never stop but rib my body even if I drink to the oblivion. The girl besides begins to plant open mouthed kisses on my face, cheeks and moving down to my shirt. "What is taking you so long?" I could hear a slight desperation in her voice as she tried to unbutton my shirt but my hand quickly goes to stop her.

A sigh flowed from me as I mentally kicked myself for falling asleep with another woman. I felt disgust which was a fresh unplumbed emotion that I hadn't experienced before. "I'm done. Get dressed. My driver will take you home." The covers flipped back with a simple flex of my muscular arm, and I swung my feet to the red carpeted floor. With the heels of my hands, I rubbed the weight of sleep from my eyes. "Oh, you were great, by the way. You did not disturb me in the night. Thanks. Else I would be drowning in sleep while doing the surgeries."

The protesting muscles of my limbs told me just how exhausted I was and as I wrestled with sleep. I detected no movement from nameless blond. Turning, I directed my stare at the blond-haired creature whose green eyes shone with tears as she clutched the black silk sheet over her bosom. In a controlled voice, one straining against anger, I asked, "You don't understand English?"

"Thanks?" she asked, voice breaking. "That's it?" Closing my eyes, I pinched the bridge of my nose. Telling a woman to leave had never happened before, because I always welcomed sex in my past but when I gave a command, women usually sensed the peril of questioning me and elected not to argue. "Listen, girl, whatever the hell your name is, you need to get your ass up, and go." Recognizing my seriousness, nameless blond hopped up from the bed and scrambled around on the carpeted floor, retrieving her clothes. Appeased, I got up and strolled over the floor-to-ceiling glass window of the hotel room, staring out at the busy road during the well passed hour of the day.

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That day I came home cursing myself for my possible infedility and drunkenness. We weren't together but I could accept no woman in my life except her. I would stay celibate to the whole life but cannot excuse my soul if I do the unmistakable.

Earth washed away from under my feet when I heard her diction about the truth I never wanted her to know. She saw me as a manwhore and used after the night with the blonde in the hotel. And regrettably I did not know about it until I questioned her about her connection with that bastard Shelton. Her eyes held hurt and disgust for me and I felt death was better acceptable than standing her repugnance. Edith Rodriguez, the girl in my every dream had an enormous effect on me since the day I met her when I was ten. The feelings I experience with her are the most intense, greater than any of the feelings I had experienced in my past.

Yes I was a perv, I found pleasure with different women in my past but with her advent in my life, I became a saint practicing the penance of abstinence. The desire I buried deep in my soul resurfaced when she came to live with me in my house. I became a puritan and wanted her to see me chivalrous. No other place gave me tranquillity except her in my arms but my father's words at the party brought an awakening, the dawn of realization that she would never be mine, the gospel truth I had long forgotten or rather wanted to forget.

I begin to do night shifts in the hospital so that I could be away from her and came back home during day when she was gone to university but I could find no relief. My body craved for her, I wanted her soft frame enwrapped my arms. Going more rapacious each passing day I believed or rather intended if I go back to my former ways I will tend to shut her out of my heart but I was wrong I couldn't do that. I couldn't give away myself to another woman even if it was just a pleasure for one night, I felt it wrong. I turned to a sage because of her.

My passion for her intensified, my desires grew limitless that could be quenched only by her. She is my strength as well as my weakness, my happiness and my heartache too. One probable mistake which thankfully hasn't happened, yet everything went upside down between us. She saw me drunk and like a debaucher, the picture of mine that I hated for her to see. "You can sleep with any girl you want but I can't kiss the man I wish to marry?" She questions and that was a huge blow on my ego. I slapped her without a thought and before the pass of moment I knew it was a colossal mistake that I can't take back.

I regretted my action against her but was too egotistic to accept my wrongfulness in front of her. I wanted to explain her things that I avoided the lapse but my narcissistic nature couldn't uphold asking pardon. "You are nobody to intervene with what goes on in my life. You are my responsibility here but I'm not yours and I can do whatever I want. I'm not answerable to you." I tell her in dominance. No person questioned me till date for my deeds and no one should or nobody will. She was the first in my life for many things including the present one.

As soon as she fell asleep I started with my usual way of mending my mistake by treating her injury but this time God was not in favour of me and I ended up in challenging her. "Let's see who wins this game." Shit! Another error added to the already overflowing lot.

I started finding ways and means to apologize to her but she avoided me to the fullest, thanks to my hitherto megalomania. I have no option but to face the brunt of my operation. By the time I reach home she is already in bed either asleep or acting to sleep. We hardly spoke and for the conversations I battled on her she answered me only in monosyllables. It was killing me inside and today after ten complete days she plans to talk to me. I am in seventh heaven even if it was only to hear her speak to me.

"Will Samuel stay with me throughout the party?" She looked so cute and innocent in cigarette cotton black pants and a lacy floral designed yellow top with red printed flowers. Her long shoulder length hair was tamed to two ponies with a few tendrils falling on her face either side. I wanted to push those untameable curls beside and kiss her cheeks but we had a vexatious intruder here, her friend Rita or Rina...I do not remember. She was acting over smart and I hate patronizing female species.

Who make me tick are females who are docile, mannerly, supportive to the husband and uphold a lot of patience dealing with the kids. My mother is my role model in my impressions about the right woman. Though Abby is only my cousin and lost her parents when she was days old, mom never made her feel the way. Both of us were given equal benefits, treated uniformly by both my parents like real brother and sister when the actuality was my mom had no biological connection with Abby. Just like her name says, she is a true Angel and the reason why my dad fell in love with her.

"Ms Regina I am sorry to defy but I don't take suggestions from anyone. I only give orders." I tell the supercilious brat without hesitation, making her face immediately turn red with embarrassment. "Samuel is going to drop you and get you back in the evening from Regina's house." I tell Edith giving no room for arguments. Calling Samuel I gave him my instructions firm. I do not take risks with things pertaining to Edith.

It is nine in the night and Edith did not return home. With a drink in my left hand I tap restlessly the letters on my phone with the other while taking strolls in my front lawn going dilapidated. I called her but her phone was switched off. I saw her phone completely charged when her father called today morning. Does any fool keep the phone switched off while staying out? Well, anything is possible with dunderhead personified Edith Rodriguez but what happened to Sameuelson, even he doesn't lift my calls? All the numbskulls in the world have come together and settled in my house to eat my head.

This is completely my fault for sending Edith out. I shouldn't have sent her to her friend's party in the first instance. Some drama would have taken place like usual but she would least have been safe. My pulse wouldn't have inflated like this thinking of possible dangerous scenarios happening on her. She gave me those puppy green eyes and I fell for them like a real puppy. Stupid me.

Tugging out one from the bunch of keys displayed on the key holder of my car collection I brought out my latest Lamborgini Urus on fire battling on the scanty dark roads of Newyork city. My eyes rapidly searching in haste for a witless twenty year old girl with green eyes who can bring flutters in my heart even when I am in the threshold of passing out.

Exactly at eleven passed eleven I find my phone blaring with Samuel's number on the screen. "Fucking, there rests a phone with you for a reason. You don't call, least you can't pick up the call too?" There was heavy breathing on the other side of the call and my patience was running on a thin thread. "Damn it! Speak up Samuelson, where is Edith? Why haven't you returned home with her as yet?

"Sir I'm sorry to say this but Ms Edith Rodriguez eloped with her boyfriend from the party."