SELFISHNESS

*VINCENZO ACE*

There was something about the world I lived in:

Possessively claiming and breaking down the bones of any barrier in my way. Seeing the wrong as right and the right as wrong. It was something I'd grown up to believe—it was something I'd done out of ignorance.

Power was one thing I held and it seems to have clung a bit of selfishness in me—a selfishness I'd used to get everything I wanted as long as I was satisfied. Whoever gets involved would be bearing the consequences of my selfishness and not me.

Once we have that power, it leads to selfishness, and at the end of the day, we never know when to stop. We never had a limit.

And then, there was Lily. She was surprisingly bold even when she wasn't supposed to be—she was everything I wanted to claim. She ignited a lot of selfishness in me that I couldn't get my head off the thought of having her and claiming her, even just for a night.

Obviously, she wanted absolutely nothing to do with me, but then, I, Vincenzo Ace, wanted everything to do with her. I hope she'd be clever enough to know what she had gotten herself into the moment she decided to work for me.

“I could help you clear up all your debts and even cover up for the loss you cost me. Just let me fuck you, Angel.”

And right at that moment, her fear-stricken eyes instantly turned into a glare and the next thing that came after was a slap across my face.

She had the nerves. She knew who I was, yet, she neglected everything—she neglected the consequences that might come after and acted without thinking.

In spite of this – despite her unthinkable action that would have been the death of her, my brain had gone instantly blank for a couple of seconds.

I usually wouldn't have hesitated for a split second before taking their lives, but, how the heck I had stood in the same spot, two inches away from her—the perfect meter to get her killed, without killing her?

The answer was clear to me. Because she was fucking different from every other girl who would willingly throw themselves at me. And because of how different she was, I wanted to keep screwing her until she gets to her breakpoint—until I get what I want.

Until I get the satisfaction that I always get what I want.

“Unfortunately, no one has the right to kill you until I'd fuck you, Lily.”

No one, absolutely no one will kill her, fuck her, date her, or even get her away from me until I'd done everything I wanted with her.

No one has the right to touch her until I’d fuck her.

It was all about selfishness. For the past years, I have lived in selfishness, I have claimed selfishly, and I have killed those who stood in my way to get what I wanted. All of this was selfishness.

The wrongdoings became my right doings, and even if she was determined about me not having my way with her, I knew one thing for sure: I have always gotten what I wanted and Lily wasn't going to be an exception. I was going to prove this to her.

I didn’t realize it yet, I didn’t realize how she had occupied my thoughts until I’d stormed out of my office and decided to let out all of my anger on the one bitch who usually bears the consequences for my anger in bed.

It was stupid, but everything I did was imagine LIly under me—fucking her so hard while she moans under me. While I get her pleading for more just like this bitch has done. I had used the thought of Lily to fuck some other bitch.

It wasn’t right that I got so attached to a girl. My attachment was dangerous.

“It seems someone missed me a lot,” Selena mumbled, using her fingers to draw imaginary circles on my bare chest.

I pushed her naked body off me as I stood up to get my pants on.

Her weirdest wish.

The slightest idea that she was just a replacement for the girl I wanted tonight would leave any girl running shamefully out of this room. Unfortunately, this one was shameless.

She had been screaming my name but rather, her own screams seemed to have faded away and that of Lily’s took over. My attraction to Lily was something she will suffer for.

If only she was as easy as this bitch, then I should have been the one with her tonight. I should have been by her side all night. I should have been warming her bed. Unfortunately, she wasn't clever enough.

Selena crawled down from the bed and clink her arms with mine.

Disgusting!

I hate this. This particular bitch trying to act clingy was as disgusting as how I felt when Lily slapped me. Well, not that I had the right to hate this, considering the fact that I have been all over Lily in my office.

I never intended to get that close. I never intended to be so gentle with her. As the monster people knew me as, all I wanted was to get straight to the point the moment she steps into my office. All I wanted was to be mean as ever even while asking to fuck her.

But the moment she walked in—the moment her gaze met mine, I totally forgot I was the ruthless gang leader who has never been gentle with anyone and suddenly wanted to be gentle with her.

Somehow, in just a second in my office, she had managed to pull aside the ruthlessness in me, leaving me with the gentleness I never knew I still had in me.

It was as though she came with an appearance that she was too cute to be roughly handled by me, and I suddenly wanted to be gentle with her.

I wanted to hold her gently, lean into her and watch closely her crystal clear eyes as much as I could.

But then, even in my gentleness, she was still scared to the brim. Her body trembled under my touch, not because we had any spark between us but because the only spark between us was that of 'fear.'

“What's wrong? What's the mood swing all about?” Selena asked while pulling my arms so I could look her in the eyes.

She should get one thing straight: I had just fucked her with the mentality that I was fucking Lily, now that the reality that I'd only fucked her right now because I couldn't get Lily – now that I was finally out of my trance and I could see properly who I had just fucked, I suddenly could not bare the sight of her anymore.

“You should get those hands away from me. Tonight, I am not paying. Your dad has been messing with me lately, and if he thinks this is all about hide and seek, then I will blow his head off the moment I find him.” I threatened while roughly pulling her hands off mine.

I had just given her a threat, a threat that could get anyone shaking on their feet, but she was just as selfish as I was.

She sighed and sat on the bed, being obviously ignorant of the fact that there was something called clothes.

“You’ve always given me money even after I told you that I have never had the intention of letting you have me for the money. It might seem to you that you didn’t pay me because my dad owed you money, but you should know that, to me, it isn’t what you make it sound like. I am not taking any money from you because the money you give me won’t stop me from loving you.”

As pathetic as she wanted to sound, her intention has always been the same:

Pretend as though she never cared about the money while defining it as love, and then, instantly gives me the impression that I have to pay her more to prove to her that I have been fucking her as the slut she was and nothing else. So far, it has been working just fine. She pretends while taking the money I throw at her.

The other day, she had traveled down to California with her friends, had fun, and got drunk in my club as much as she could, and at the end of the day, she slapped the cashier with the fact that she was my fiancée.

She was the boss’s fiancée. It was as simple as that. She pretends to be my fiancée and takes as much as she can without paying for it. Everyone knew she was the bitch I was fucking so for every advantage that came with being my bitch, she had made sure she claimed them.

She could enjoy as much as she wanted, but then, the moment I used her as bait to recover the money her father: a drug addict, owes me, then it was definitely over for her.

Talking about owing. I wasn’t kidding when I mentioned Lily had ruined various contracts and deals worth millions and also a file containing all the shipments I have done and the ones which are yet to be done. All of those are there, all scrunched up on my office desk, yet, I have taken it so casually. I’d taken a million deals being ruined so casually because Lily ruined them.

Although the files could be sorted out, but, that doesn't change the fact that she had made a mistake that couldn't be overlooked. Like bait to its prey, Lily had fallen victim and had ended up as prey to a bait I never prepared for her.

She was going to pay for it in the dumbest way there is. She was going to pay for it with the same thing this bitch would give to me in the disguise of love, yet, she had acted tough and mighty.

I'd just mentioned I was going to kill her father. Even though she knew her dad's life was at risk, she had pretended as though she didn’t hear me talking about killing her dad, because, her utmost concern was:

Indirectly telling me that no matter what I did, even if I decide to kill her dad right in her presence, she won’t stop loving me. Dumb! Her tricks were the dumbest ever

I turned to look at her and held her roughly in her pale face. The rough calluses of my fingers dug deep right into her face. The difference was obvious. The difference as I held Lily's face and then, this bitches face was the absolute opposite.

The little painful noises Lily made as I wrapped my hands around her throat had weakened my bones so I'd run my hands through her face to give her whatever reassurance I couldn't understand.

But the little painful grunt this bitch made, the pains in her eyes and her face slowly turning red was never to her favor cause I suddenly felt the need to strangle her until I’d seized her breath.

She was beginning to get too comfortable with me. The thought that she could play me while taking things for free in my club, while going away with every damn stupid thing she does in the face of people, all of this, in my name, would be the death of her.

But Lily was different. The feel of her soft red skin, the emotions her face held when she locked gaze with mine had left me dumbstruck for a second.

Usually, when my finger gets to their throat, then I was already sending death their way, but Lily seems to have taken away my usual evil thoughts and has replaced them with concern that she doesn't get hurt because of my selfishness.

The reason for my action was the last thing I thought I could get angry at.

I had got my hands wrapped around her neck because she failed to look me in the eyes for a second. I was so engraved in her crystal-clear eyes. So lost in the emotions her eyes portrayed and suddenly, she avoided my gaze and decided it was the best option to stare at the floor.

At that moment, a wave of anger seemed to have flown past me and in the next minute, even when she least expected it, my hands were already wrapped around her throat.

The life of being tough—the lifestyle of handling anything with as much force as I can was the lifestyle I'd grown up to. I wasn’t used to handling things with gentility or with care.

At that moment when I wrapped my hands around her neck, I knew, even when I thought I could be as gentle as I could with her, I couldn’t escape from the monster that lies within me. I’d just wrapped my hands around her neck because she avoided my gaze for some seconds, whereas, this bitch looking me in the eyes disgusted me to the core.

“The moment your dad gets under my knife, I am killing you also. Your utmost concern should be your dad’s life. You should pray to whatever you serve that he keeps on running and I don’t find him. At least, only then will you be of little use to me. And when you are of use to me can you stay alive.” I spoke dryly in her face and finally let go of her.

I could hear her coughing and sniffing, probably, holding back the tears that were threatening to fall. She was suffering too. Enjoying and suffering, all of this, from me.

But then after enduring a moment of suffering from me, knowing fully well that her life was at risk and she couldn’t escape from it, she falls back in with her friend and goes to have fun for free, all of this, in my name.

However, since she would be dying soon, it would be great to have all the fun in the world before death comes.