THREE She Knew me Too Well

I groaned as I woke up, my head was splitting in half. Did I drink too much last night? I couldn't even remember how I got into my room. "What time is it?" I whispered, talking to myself. As I glanced at my wristwatch, I hastily got up.

"F*ck! Two in the afternoon?!" I had an appointment at 11 o'clock! I picked up my phone on the table and called Luke right away.

"Boss?!" he answered.

"Why did nobody wake me up?!" I roared. "Did I not tell you how important my appointment was?!" I yelled at him. Even on the phone, I could feel his fear.

"Boss, we tried, but Madam Shantel said she'll take care of your appointment with Mr. Vianchi!" Luke answered, his voice quivering.

"What?!" my roar was louder this time. Who the heck gave her the authority to deal with my affairs? What time did she arrive here? Was that early?! "You call Shantel now!"

"Right away, boss!" he was about to hang up when I stopped him.

"Wait! I'll call her. I'll take care of it!"

"Okay, boss!"

"Next time, don't let her meddle with my affairs without my permission!"

"Copy, boss. Please forgive me!"

"As your punishment, I want you to do something that requires your full loyalty and time!"

"What is it, boss? I'm willing to obey whatever your commands are!" that's what I like about Luke. He was always trustworthy, and his loyalty was already tested.

"I want you to follow Dakota Weasly and report everything to me. Keep it discreet!"

"Copy, boss. I know now what to do. By the way, Madam Shantel arrived too early, and she slept in your room. She's the one who told us not to wake you up!"

"What?!" that's the only time I noticed another scent in my room. A scent I was once longing to devour. I grabbed the pillow beside me and smelled it. There it was, Shantel's perfume. The perfume I preferred for her to have. Guess she never changed it.

A thin smile crept on my lips, thinking that a famous Italian businesswoman and heir to a Don was still completely smitten with me. I felt like my energy had leveled up knowing that my plan was on track. I hastily went to my bathroom and took off my robe. I showered quickly, ignoring the throbbing pain in my temples. D*mn, I needed some medicine for this.

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After a few minutes, I strode downstairs, skipping two steps, wearing my trademark, black suit and black Italian leather shoes. My housekeeper for years, Thalia, bowed at me while holding a tray of food in her hands.

"Sir Martin, Madam Shantel told me to prepare you some food once you woke up!" she hesitantly uttered earning her a raised eyebrow.

"When did she say that?" I was not upset, but probably my loud voice quivered her and the fact that she obeyed another person's order. It was the ultimate rule in my house to obey me only, no one else. However, she was the second person who deliberately disobeyed me today.

"This...this morning, sir. Before she left!" she stuttered, indeed she was anxious. "My apologies, sir. Madam Shantel is just very adamant, I could not do anything. Also, it is for your own health. You were so drunk last night!" a lengthy explanation giving me more migraine. I pinched the bridge of my nose and furrowed my brow signaling her to stop and she bit her lower lip at once.

"It's all right, Thalia!" I sighed and then glanced at her. "Who brought me to my room? And...hmmm what time?!" I was curious as to how I got into my room, obviously not by flying.

"It was Madam Shantel!" my eyes popped out at her answer and she moved back thinking I would yell or hit her. I had never hit a woman in my life. Well, I did that many times with Dakota, but that was spanking on her red butt cheeks and my kitty just loved it. My c*ck throbbed at the thought of messing my king-sized bed with her. F*ck! Those were the days!

"She arrived here around four in the morning and she went straight to the study room. She was waking you up, but you were asleep on your desk and you were murmuring something!"

"Murmuring?! What...did I say?!" what could I possibly say while I was drunk? This wasn't me at all. I had never experienced such an embarrassing situation before. I could always handle my drinks. I was a mafia for f*cking sake. That's what we're best at except for running a business and killing people, of course.

"Hmmm, something like kitty?! I am not sure, sir. I just stayed at the door while Madam Shantel was~"

"Kitty?!" she startled at my outburst.

"Please, sir. Don't get mad at me. It won't happen again. I promise. I will obey you only. I will keep our rules in the house seriously from now on!" she was really scared that she uttered these in one breath.

"For the second time, Thalia, I am not mad at you. I was just..." even I couldn't put a word to my emotion now. "Just...forget about it!" I waved my hand and walked past her, her stare following my steps.

"Sir, your meal?!" she asked, baffled.

"Too late for my breakfast. Luke will grab me some on the way!" why did I need to explain this useless stuff to them?

I was not like this! Not until Weasly came into my life. F*cking sh*t, she influenced me and I didn't even notice. I wanted the old Martin back. The ruthless, scariest man walking on earth. Luke was already waiting at the garage with a phone in his hand when he saw me. He bowed and opened the backseat door right away.

As I sat, I asked before he could close the door. "Who's on the phone?!"

Luke cleared his throat before answering. "It was Madam Shantel, boss. She said she reserved a dining room for the two of you in the Intercontinental Hotel. She said she could guess you didn't eat what Thalia prepared because it's already too late!"

Raising an eyebrow at him made him twitch his lips. He could read my mind. He gently slammed the door and took the wheel. Shantel knew me, too well. Did she not forget about me? She was the one who cut our relationship before. To think I was even planning on tying the knot with her before.

Shantel, you coming back into my life will be thrilling, but a huge trouble I uttered in my thoughts.