CHAPTER 5: Son of a Cheat

LUKA

I could hear the moans and grunts coming out from his office. He wasn't being quiet or discreet about it. He was the one who summoned me here, yet here he was fucking one of his bimbo's. Who was it this time? His secretary? His masseur? The daughter of the housekeeper? 

I plugged in my airpods, to cancel out the noise and dug my fingers into my palm. He will never stop disrespecting her this way. She was home pining away for him, yet here he was, spilling his seeds into everyone that wore a skirt. 

I hate the fact that he still has the power to get me angry. I hate the fact that I expected anything different.

I instead let my mind wander to the girl from the hallway. She was scared of me. She tries to hide it but I can see it in her eyes. I couldn't decipher if she was a wallflower that was shy and timid or she was just better at hiding her secrets. 

She was naive too. She had believed me when I told her that I was watching porn. Her eyes had widened in surprise and disbelief.

Every other train of thought I had was cut short when the door opened and the woman he was inside there with stepped out. 

She had tried hard to put herself back together but her hair was still messy, and she wobbled on her feet. 

I was right though. It was his secretary. The unfaithful bastard was having sex with his secretary during office hours. 

"Mr Donatelli." She called. Dragging her short tight skirt down, like it could make up for the fact that I sat here for the last 15 minutes listening to her have sex with my father. She had the guts to appear embarrassed, her cheeks staining red in what I assumed was a blush. 

My first reaction was to tell her off. To protect my mother but somehow nowadays since I returned back home I knew it didn't matter. He would just replace her with someone else. It was better this way. Maybe my mom will finally open her eyes to see the asshole she was married to and leave. 

I knew deep down that it wasn't possible. My mother will rather stay with him and keep up the impression that her marriage to him was indeed one full of roses. She was after all married to one of the wealthiest men in the country. 

I opened the door without knocking. The beast was sitting behind a huge mahogany desk with glass topping. The office looked well put together, especially because of all the sounds that were coming from here just a few minutes ago. 

I could still smell her lingering in the air and the entire setup nauseated me.

"Luka," His deep baritone voice called out. 

"Father." I responded, staring down at the older version of me.

Alexander Donatelli was the picture of excellence. The Italian wine and transport magnate looked well put together now in his three piece navy blue suit. 

"I see you still lack self control." I was taunted. 

He shrugged. All he did was to give a half passed shrug, like your son listening to you cheat on his mother was a walk in the park. 

"We had a deal. You gave me your word that you would attend all your classes. So why did I get a call that you attended classes only once last week?" He asked his eyebrows shooting up. 

"Aww. Is daddy dearest keeping tabs on me?" My hands clutched my chest for emphasis. "You could have fooled me there, if I didn't know that you were preserving your money cow. Who wants an heir that doesn't have a high school degree, right?" 

He didn't like that. His eyes lit up in anger. He never liked to be challenged or disrespected. 

I saw the fury burning in brown eyes.

"For someone who hates me so much, do you think your perfect revenge will amount to nothing? Surely with your high IQ you can see the stupidity in that?" He asked with a sneer. 

I dug my fingers harder into my palms. So hard I could almost draw blood.  

Of course I needed that high school degree. I was already 2 years behind. Doesn't mean I plan on doing it his way. 

"Bold of you to assume that everything I do is tailored towards you." I shot back. 

"But it is, isn't it? My parents have an unhappy marriage, so let me run away from home for two years and join riffraffs to run scam sites while abandoning an almost perfect grade score. Waste two years of my life to punish my father. Yet here you are, in my office because I summoned you." 

"You know why I am here." I answered, welcoming the pain. 

"Yes I do. You're back to make sure that I don't screw your mother out in the divorce proceedings and settle her for life, while settling the bill of the bone marrow transplant of one of those Ill mannered people you made friends with during your time away from home." 

How much more can you hate someone. I am reminded daily that his blood flows in me. That in many ways I was similar to this beast. 

I swallowed the scream in my throat and the strong urge to throw a rage fit and thrash his office. 

He didn't deserve the pleasure of rilling me up. 

"Keep up your end of the bargain." My voice didn't show the storm that was going on inside of me.

"Well then get to class, my boy." He returned his gaze to his computer screen, letting me know that I was dismissed. 

For a split second, I couldn't reconcile this cold heartless man to the one who used to take me to baseball games as a kid. 

Everytime he wanted to keep me in line, he could just dangle either my mom, Leandro, my kid brother or Paula.

I think he enjoyed this, summoning me to his office. It was his way to show that he could still dangle a bone in front of me and like the caged dog I was, I would jump and pine for it. I think he enjoyed it. 

I had turned to leave and was almost at the door, when I couldn't but stop to ask, "what happens when there is no more life in me for you to kill?" 

He looked taken aback at the question.

I already knew the answer to my question. I continued the journey to the door and my hand was closed in on the door's handle when his last words came out carefully, "I want a perfect class attendance."

It was his way of telling me that today was not the day. As long as I still cared about mum, Leandro and Paula, he had control over me. 

I walked out not bothering to close his office door. My petty little way of saying- fuck you dad. 

***

I had contemplated going to Alexandria's study last night to steal the bottle of whiskey he had stored in his bottom drawer. But what use was that when I still had to drink alone. Instead I chose a nightclub. A high end one for that matter. 

From the degree of hangover I had, I knew I had too much to drink. Which was a shame being that it was a school night and I had to drag myself to Class this morning.

I had called Paula drunk as hell last night and I felt like an ass. She already had so much on her plate. But it was Paula, my Paula. 

I had fought last night again, for a more stupid reason than last time. My head and whole body ached. The green juice the housekeeper made this morning had helped with my hangover, reducing the ache in my head to a dull one. 

I had no other choice than to show up in class today. Immediately the bell rang, I packed up to leave. 

The day was supposed to be boring and uneventful till she showed up in front of me. The girl from the Principal's office 

"I need to talk to you," She folded her hands underneath her boobs, staring me down and I couldn't help but follow the action. 

She was smaller than me. Way smaller. In a petite manner. She would fit underneath my arms, so I couldn't help but scowl at the obvious dislike she had for me in her eyes. 

"I don't want to talk to you. Go away." I ordered. There was no way in hell I was wasting my time standing here in this hallway with her.

"Can we just go to the field and talk, please."

"Not interested." I answered. 

She stood there refusing to leave. If I wasn't already in a foul mood,I would have found her stubbornness comical. 

I could easily just move somewhere else, the hallway was wide enough. Immediately I stepped to the side and she did the same, still standing in my path. 

I exhaled in anger. 

Did she think because we were both in the same grade, we would become buddies or what? As per what, losers sticking together? 

I pulled off my hat, stringing my fingers into my hair to pull at in frustration. 

I had no choice this time but to stare at her. She was wearing all black today too. Black must be her favorite color or something. It was a sweatpants and hoodie set. The black was a sharp contrast to her ivory pale skin. Unlike the last time, her hair was in a bun. Her lips were slightly rough yet plump. Like she made a habit of biting hard into them. Surprisingly I felt the urge to feel them with the pad of my thumbs, to check the texture. 

Instead of pushing her, I placed my hands at her sides and carried her away from my front and walked off.