Chapter 8

Although the shock Roberto felt wasn't evident on his face, it was still present in his body. He didn't want to show he was scared. He should have known his mother didn't always plan something good.

He worried about what was making the man a frequent visitor in their house. He knew his mother wasn't interested in him since she never bothered about men since the death of his father.

The name rang a bell in his ears and he hated it. With all his might, and power did he hate it. It sent shivers down his spine whenever he heard the name and these days he had Been seeing lots and lots of the man.

He felt that the man had an ulterior motive for coming around. He was always coming to their house on oneptetext or the other. He wasn't concerned about the man's presence, what he was more concerned about was his motive.

After all, it was his mother's house and she could entertain whoever she wanted. What he was more concerned about was the probability of her falling into the man's schemes.

He would have to get a way of calling out the man even if it meant offending his mother. He wondered where her sense of judgement lay in not being able to recognise people with questionable characters.

He was very sure the man had a reason got approaching his mother and he wouldn't allow it to foster no matter how hard he tried.

He was only pissed off that his mother didn't seem to know what was worth fighting for despite that she was a billionaire who controlled a number of interests in New York.

He rolled around on the bed from lady to right and continued his thoughts. His thoughts had moved from Mr Sanchez to Lucia. Lucia, the only girl who was strong enough to resist his charms and money.

No, she wasn't strong enough. She was only too stupid to know what was good for her even if it were presented to her on a platter of gold. He corrected himself.

He came out of his reverie when the man with the alarm bell fiddled with a button on it and soon, the room was filled with the shrill ringing of the alarm.

He buried his head under the pillows and shut his eyes tightly while blocking out the alarm sounds. He groaned as he felt helpless. He didn't know what he'd do to this man who was foolishly carrying out his mother's instructions to the latter.

He decided to get his ass out of bed so that he could do some things before setting out on his day. He planned to visit a lot of friends today including the friend whom Lucia was going to dance in his nightclub.

He wanted to give him a heads up and also request his assistance on some things.

"Did he come with anyone else?" Roberto asked as he helped himself out of bed. He had suddenly remembered the annoying man who was lodged in their mansion's living room.

He went into the large cubicle that was joined to his room which was his bathroom and then washed his face in the tub.

He took a moment to wipe his face with a clean towel before stepping out to listen to the answer he needed.

"He only came with a few guards and his personal assistant." The man answered him as soon as he stepped out of the bathroom.

"A few guards and no more! That's Everyone he needs came with?" Roberto exclaimed on surprise. He narrowed his eyes as the alarm bells in his head began to ring.

What was this man trying to do? Was he trying to make himself seem less suspicious? Was he trying to make them let down their guard?

He was deeply engrossed in what could be Mr Sanchez's motive when he heard the click of his mother's shoes as she trudged on the staircase heading to his room…

"She's coming!" He exclaimed and had a mischievous look on his face. He thought for a while jumping on the bed and buried himself underneath the bed cover lest she finds out he isn't sleeping.

The man continued ringing the bell until she stepped into the room. He had to control himself from laughing out loud at the sins attempt at fooling his mother.

He shook his head in pity as he imagined what the mother would do to her son. The smug smile of anticipation that was on his face would be easily noticed, but the new entrant into the room was too furious to notice that.

She was more concerned about her disobedient son who would always do as he pleased. She had exhausted all the means of punishment in the books, yet she hadn't seen any remarkable improvement.

Instead, he grew more delinquent day by day. He even had a reputation that preceded him in the whole of New York. He was known for being extremely arrogant.

"Why isn't he awake yet?" She asked with her eyebrows which were squeezed tight enough to crush an ant.

Her face was heavily made up despite it being early in the morning and it made her look more like a witch than the famous Mrs. Avanti.

"I have no idea, ma'am! I've been ringing and ringing but he isn't yielding to it!" The man replied as natural as he could be. He couldn't tell his boss that her son was merely acting up.

"Damn it! Roberto! You need to get up. Mr. Sanchez would be leaving soon and I want you to see him before he goes." She told him trying to be as gentle as she could be.

He still didn't yield nor make any attempt to answer his mother and that was when it occurred to her that he was doing that on purpose.

She walked into the bathroom, pressed open the tap, and then scooped some water into a bowl. She dipped her hand into the water in order to ascertain it's temperature. She nodded with satisfaction when she saw it was chilled.

She came out and walked to where Roberto had his head on the bed and emptied the contents of the bowl on his head without caring about the bed.

The unruly man jerked up immediately like someone who just sat on a pin. He gaze was like a glowering fire and if looks could kill, his mother would have died a hundred times over.

"Why did you pour that chilled water on me! Did you want to kill me?" He asked with anger as he wiped his face with a flustered look in his face.

"Oh, you are awake? I never knew you were. Well, I came to inform you that Mr. Sanchez wishes to see you and I want you to do so as well." She told him as she walked back to the bathroom to return the bowl she had used.

"But I don't want to see him. Isn't there some sort of allowance for my own thoughts and decision? Must I see him? Is he the president?

Can't I choose who I want to see or not? Can't I have an opinion of myself?" His voice filled the air but Lydia wasn't someone to care about all those.

"I don't care about your feelings or your decision right now. All I want is for you to go down there and see Mr. Sanchez, this moment."

She said with a note of finality before turning around and leaving the room. Roberto sighed heavily because he knew that arguing with her was the last thing he wanted to do that morning.

He held his head in his hand as he sat on the edge of the bed. He looked resignedly at his mother and sighed again.

"Fine, I've heard, but can you please excuse me? Or you won't do that as well?" He asked her aggressively.

She shot him a long stare and then exited the room, with the man following closely behind her. Her heels kept clicking informing him of her location in the house.

He took a few minutes before standing up from the bed with his dick dangling in his boxers as he walked towards the huge wardrobe where all his clothes were stored. .

He never had any reason to wash or dry clean them as his mother had enough domestic staff for that.

He was always buying clothes and never knew how many he had until a celebrity interviewer approached him and offered to showcase bis closet. He had been sceptical at first but later agreed.

The interviewer had come with his team and they had counted all his clothes. His shirts alone were numbered at four hundred not to mention his trousers, shoes, wallets and watches including sunglasses.

The internet had been amazed and they all applauded his collection. He had a lot of collections from Gucci, Versace, Tommy Hilfiger to mention a few.

Many celebrities had been envious of him and had requested to be his friends as he was a great dresser.

The interview had made the Gucci brand gift him a set of their limited edition suit accompanied with a leather shoe and wallet.

He cherished the gift so much that he jokingly said if his house were on fire, that was the first thing he'd Dave as he didn't care if other articles of clothing burned down.

The wardrobe was so large that it could fit in as a room for someone who wasn't as privileged as he is.

He stared for a while before deciding to pick a blue shirt he had gotten from the United kingdoms, the last time he was there.

The shirt had been bought for four thousand dollars! That was the cost. He had bought it without a second thought and that was the first time he was wearing it.

He put it on over a black Gucci trouser and then sauntered down the stairs with his hands in his pants pocket and maintaining an arrogant look.

Mr. Sanchez had his attention on the television screen when Roberto got to the living room and it made him happy as it would allow him to put himself in a comfortable position.

He decided to bid his time and get a glass of water from the kitchen. He was about to step into the kitchen when his mother's voice, seeped through to him.

He merely shook his head in a defiant and resigned manner.

"You are here already, Roberto! Say hi to Mr. Sanchez." She croaked out in her high pitched voice.

"Oh, good morning sir," he greeted with a false smile, and was evident to everyone who knew him in the room that it was false.

"Good morning! How are you doing? It's been a while since the last time I saw you. This year or last, I can't remember when." He said and burst into laughter. Lydia and Roberto also joined in the laughter.

"And how's your daughter Mayra?" Roberto's mum asked while sending a warning glare to Roberto who was trying to sneak away.

"She's fine and has now turned into a beautiful, young girl. You need to see how big she is now. I'm really proud of how far we've come."

"Yeah! They all grow so big that you would wonder if this was the child you birthed a few years back. How is she now? I would like to meet her. You know to catch up on old times." Mrs. Avanti said with an intentional smile.

"She's at the moment not in the United States. She would be back probably by early next year or so." The man answered like he was being casual.

Roberto noticed his mother's facial expression changed and it excited him but did his best not to burst into laughter.

"Oh, that's good! My regards to her then and thanks for coming again." His mother covered up her disappointment and smiled to the man.

"It's nothing. I was only passing by and decided to see hi."

"Alright, thank you!" She waved as he left, smiling childishly.

Roberto stood at a corner and was staring at his mother who seemed so excited to see Mr. Sanchez. He didn't remember them being close friends up until then, so he could see no reason why she looked excited.

It looked like he had been wrong in his earlier assumptions. His mother looked like she was the one encouraging the friendship. He furrowed his brows as he wondered what it was the man had that his mother needed.

"Why do you look so excited to see him, mom?" He asked the moment his car drove out of the compound.

She shot him a demeaning look with the intention of not answering his question. She was walking towards the house.

"You haven't answered my question just yet mum." He said, chuckling silently.

"Are you a fool or a moron so I know what remedy to make for you?" She shot at him angrily.

"Whichever you call it is what I am." He responded in the coolest voice he could come up with.

"Then I'd call you a fool because if you aren't, then you should be able to see that I am not excited to see him for myself but for you and the plans I am putting in place." She replied him aggressively.

"And what plans are those?" Roberto eyes narrowed as he asked. He was suddenly scared about the plan. A niggling feeling somewhere in his mind told him the plan was connected to him.

"Damn it! I want you to get married to his daughter. He's a billionaire just like us and to cap it all, they are well mannered and respectable in their family." His mother replied.