THE JERK

I was certain about one thing that I am not going down alone, I will take him with me. I took long strides and blocked his way making sure he doesn't unlocks the door. 

He lifted one of his brows, confusion evident in his eyes," what are you upto Miss Vitalio?" 

"You think I'm letting you go through this door," I stated. I didn't find anything wrong in what I said but my words sounded amusing to him. He chuckled and took a step back, crossed his arms and continued," then how about you tell me if there's any other exit because I have business to do here unlike you," not only he was laughing at me but also mocking at the fact that I had no reasons to be here. It was a direct insult, no wonder he knows how to push my buttons. 

I pressed my lips together and tried to reason out with him. "See, it will be a problem for us if they see you and me together. "

And trust me the reply he gave I felt like stuffing his mouth with all the used toilet papers. " Problem for us? It will only be a problem for you. " 

It wasn't his fault, it was my fault to think he'll care for me. I was done begging or convincing that jerk in front of me. I turned and unblocked the door.

My cheeks were flushed red with anger because of my recent encounter with The Jerk; Victor Amuso. I stormed out of the restroom thinking what I'll say if they question me what I was doing in men's room that to with Victor Amuso. 

 They turned in my direction as the clicking of my heels brought their attention in my direction. They followed me and I continued walking ignoring the strange looks from my dad's bodyguard. "Mam, it was men's room," One of his guards said pointing to the sign to the left.

I stopped on my tracks saying," You think I can't read," it was a message for him that he can't ask any more questions from me.

 And then the door of restroom opened and from there emerged the devil, he seemed nonchalant with his eyes all over me. He was letting the guards know that I was with him. He was showing that the devil is not scared of anyone knowing who he was with. 

"Mam, you know who is of your dad?" 

Our eyes were locked and for some reason I was liking it, the risk of being found out with him. The thought of playing with fire and this feeling of being free to make my own choices were foreign yet the best one. "Why are you going to report it to him if my answer is going to be a yes," 

I saw a smirk on his face when he walked past me and he was gone.

I made my way back to the table I was seated previously. 

 "What took you so long ?" My dad gritted. 

"I went out to get some fresh air." I gave him a don't ask me questions look and he went back to his business. For some reason there was a continuous faint smile on my face. I started munching the pasta on my plate as I was hungry but his words kept on replaying in my head. He was so close to me, the filthy promises he made to me, he is an enemy Olivia. He is playing with you, he has a motive. He is here to destroy you but the way his eyes lingered on my lips was making me feel things. The way his eyes always look into mine. 

"What's wrong with your face Miss Vitalio? It's red," It was the same guy who kissed the back of my hand, I was so engrossed in my world that I had no idea he was checking me out for so long. He was having a stupid grin on his face. This is the only reason I hate coming to these kind of dinner arrangements as these fuckers try to get into my panties and my dad pretends that he doesn't know. 

"I'm feeling hot," I lied and continued eating but he rose up from his chair. I ignored him but then he continued,"How about I take you out, maybe you'll feel better. " He was being unreasonable. The whole room was already blasted by the air conditioner. No wonder he wants to take me out for his reasons. How can he act like that he didn't understand I was lying. 

"No, I'm fine." He didn't listen to me instead walked in my direction, took my left hand in his with his other hand on my bare back. 

I felt his fingers moving, this bastard! How dare he to lay his fingers on me. My mood  was good but someone has to always spoil it. "You can give it a try," I lost all my calm, was raping me with his lusty eyes not enough?

I looked up with my eyes giving him a sharp glare, "I'll say it for the last time for you to understand, don't touch me unnecessarily if you want your fingers intact," He flinched at my words, it was good for him that he understood. 

The smirk on his face vanished. He took a step back. 

"Olivia," My dad shouted from the corner of the table. I gave him a deadly glare and declared," I'm leaving. I have taken enough of everyone's shit." It's going to be better that he doesn't stops me or else I'll make sure he regrets it. 

But of course he did stand up to reprimand me from leaving. 

"Don't overreact Olivia. He was just helping,"

Helping? I need to admit that my dad has got some serious issue with his brain. He was almost trying to feel me and my dad is covering it up as he helping me,"I have no issues in staying only if you allow me to chop his fingers dad," I said with a sweet, little smile. The filthy man walked back awkwardly and I gave him a deadly smirk. 

My father knew that I am going to leave anyway so, he didn't dare to stop me. I took my phone and turned on my heels to leave. 

I felt a lump in my throat which was suffocating me with every step I took. The father who was supposed to protect me, take care of me and my feelings, be my armor, friend was being nothing but a douche bag. 

No one dared to follow me as I would have killed them in a blink of their eyes. 

The elevator opened and I walked inside. I didn't even cared for looking who else was there 

"Floor?" A masculine voice asked. 

"Basement,"  I answered in a plantonic voice and stood at the corner and the elevator door closed. The inside had the mirror plating and then our gazes locked. 

I stilled as it was the same pair of blue eyes. It was him. He was looking at my reflection intently without blinking his eyes. There was silence none of us speaking. The tension in the air thickened with every second. I was waiting for him to leave but he didn't. Was he taking the basement too? His legs were crossed with his hands in the pockets and eyes on me. 

Finally the basement came and I took a  step forward to leave but before I could walk out the door closed in front of me. 

He was blocking my way to open the elevator and I saw him pressing the top floor button and the elevator started. 

"What are you doing? Let me go," He didn't budge and covered the control panel fuelling my anger. 

I tried to pull his biceps but it went in vain."Move, I want to go," I kept on whining but it went into deaf ears. 

"Can't you hear, I am asking you to move," and I started aiming blows in his direction.

"Stop, and look into my eyes," it wasn't a plea but a command but I cared less, I kept on hitting his hard chest until he clapsed my both hands at my back, pulling me closer and his free hand making me look at him. 

"I asked you to stop," 

"And I asked you to let me go," I counterattacked him. 

"Not before you tell me what's wrong?" I wasn't expecting him to care about what was bothering him? Why does he even cares. 

"It's none of your business," I said looking away but he pressed my chin harder almost crushing it and made me look at him with eyes showing that I don't know what patience means. "Everything that concerns you is my business. " He muttered. His sinful voice and what he said made me feel something which I havent felt before. It felt good for some good reason that there was someone to say they care. 

I remained silent and he continued,"Did your father do anything?"

Hearing the father word disgusts me," He is not my father," I gritted fury evident in my tone and eyes. 

"So it was him," No wonder he guessed it from my expression. 

"Did something bad happen, did anyone touch you?" His voice was soft and low like a caresses to my aching heart. I saw nothing in his eyes but there was a promise that he'll ruin everyone who has made me vulnerable. 

"I nodded," And his eyes darkened. Those calm pools had the storm in it ready to devour everyone who comes near the shore. 

He closed his eyes and opened it, this time his eyes had pent up anger. He seemed like a volcano ready to erupt anytime. He let's go of my chin and says, "It's my fault that I didn't let people know who you belong to,"

I was upset and his concern or whatever it was made me feel good for a moment but the fact that he thinks I am an object, a possession that belongs to him made me loathe him. There was only one thought that Olivia Vitalio belongs to no one.

He continued, "But it's my promise that no one's going to lay a finger unless they want their hands to be chopped, no one makes you cry, no one hurts you as the only person who can do that will be only me," 

My eyes went on his neck, he is wrong if he thinks he owns me. I will never belong to anyone not even him. I pushed my body closer to him with my face inching closer to my aim and before he could realise what I was upto, I bit hard on the flesh of his neck , I felt him losing the grip on my wrist and I didn't let go of him until I felt the taste of mettalic on the tip of my tongue.