Submitting to the Billionaire(38)

Inside we are alone and I am trembling with a strange exhilaration. He  has his back to me but suddenly turns and looks at me, and I see that  flash of fear. Not real fear. I just startled him. He never suspects  that his last breath will be at my hands. As I walk up to him I take the  homemade knife from my pocket and lunge forward taking him by surprise.

He does not have an opportunity to defend himself as I drive it with all  the force I can muster into the side of his neck. I step back and watch  as he desperately clutches his neck. His eyes bulge and blood spurts  through his fingers. He drops to his knees and screams, but all he can  manage are choking, gurgling sounds.

I step forward and pull my knife out of his neck. I push him so he falls  backwards. I kneel down and slash his trousers. I hold his small pale  dick in my hand and slice it off with my knife. Blood gushes out like a  fountain. I didn't expect it. My clothes, hair, my face, every part of  me gets covered in his blood.

I stuff his dick into his choking mouth.

"Here, suck your own dick," I tell him. I look at him calmly. I finished the job I started two years ago.

They say you become what you fight. When you look long enough into your  enemy's face you will become it. At that moment I become him. A  murderer. I feel his life seep out of his eyes and I feel myself become  more powerful.

There is hot water in the staff toilets so I quickly wash and change  into the clothes I brought in my bag. Then, without another glance at  the man lying still in his own blood, I simply walk out of the toilets.

I am sitting calmly in class when all hell breaks loose. Guards,  teachers, cleaning women, groundsmen, are all rushing around like  headless chickens.

Somebody sets the alarm off.

When the bell goes all the children must go to the assembly room.  Everyone gets up and starts moving quickly towards it. I walk swiftly in  the opposite direction. Outside, I don the special gloves I have made  with sheets and pieces of metal, and I start to climb the wall. The  broken glass shreds my clothes and skin, but I know I'm going to make it  when my gloves grasp the barbed wire at the top and I carefully make my  way down.         

     



 

I let my legs run as fast as they can, only stopping when the orphanage  is barely visible in my sight. The air is cold but I do not feel  anything. I am numb. More numb than I've ever been. I am angry at this  cruel world. A world that could take an innocent boy such as my brother  away from me. Damn everybody. Damn this world. I will survive. I will be  strong and powerful and rich. I will feel nothing. Ever again.

I don't need help from anyone. I reach out a hand, bring the cold air  back in the palm of my hand to my lips and kiss it. One day my brother.  One day I will revisit this place and take you back with me.

This I promise.





Chapter Fifty





Star





"Can I return the dress to you now, Rosa?" I ask as soon as Rosa answers her phone.

For a couple of seconds Rosa is too surprised to answer. "As in right now?"

I sniff. "Yes."

Her response is immediate. "Of course. Fortunately for you I'm just  vegetating in front of the TV with a tub of ice cream and a whole box of  tissues."

"Thank you," I say and hang up.

When we get to Rosa's apartment building I thank Andrei and tell him I  won't need him again. He is a true gentleman and waits until I enter the  building before he gets back into the car.

I get into the lift sniffing and blubbering. By the time the lift doors  open I'm sobbing. Rosa opens her door and I walk into her arms. "I've  been such a fool," I repeat again and again.

She helps me out of the dress and gives me a comfortable pair of sweats  to get into. The whole time I am blubbering and sniffing and  spluttering.

We sit on the sofa. She pours me a humongous glass of wine. I take it and start gulping it down.

"Whoa. Slow down. That's your lot for the night."

"I've been such a fool."

"I know, you said. How about telling me everything that happened, hmmm?"

So I tell her everything. About Nigel being there and Nikolai admitting  that he had deliberately set him up. How I had defended Nigel and  Nikolai had got pissed off and how I had found the evidence of another  woman in my house. I finished it off with how Nikolai had told me he no  longer wanted me and that he was taking Anastasia home.

"And she is an ex-model. They're probably doing it right now," I sobbed.

To my horror Rosa tries to hide a smile. "Why are you smiling?" I demand.

"Sorry. I couldn't help it."

"What's so funny?"

"You. You are so innocent. You just believe everything everyone tells you."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean. Come on. That woman works for him. If he wanted to do her he  could have done it ages ago, and he certainly wouldn't still be doing  her."

I stare at her. "So what are you saying?"

"I'm saying he was pretending that he was going to take her home. I bet  he called her up to his office as soon as he heard you were at reception  and that's why she was looking confused. Poor thing didn't know what  the hell was going on."

"Do you really think so?"

"Absolutely. No one goes to all the trouble Nikolai has gone to, to get  you, for him to just turn off at the first sign of trouble. What you're  telling me sounds like the ending scene ripped right out of Gone With  The Wind." She deepens her voice. "Frankly, my dear, I don't give a  damn."

"But he did chase me away."

"Yes he did. And to be honest I would have done the same thing. It is  very frustrating when you try to tell someone something that is so  obvious and they absolutely refuse to see it out of sheer  pig-headedness. I should know, I've had to deal with it for the last  seven years."

"That makes me feel so much better, thank you," I say, and reach for the wine glass.

"Well the great thing is you found out what Nigel really is. Even if  nothing else comes of this. To me this whole sorry episode has still  been a resounding success."

"But I'm in love with Nikolai."

"Well I have a funny feeling this story is not over. Let's see what tomorrow brings."

"I don't know, Rosa. Nikolai can be very cold and hard. You should have  seen his face tonight. He just looked at me as if I was a complete  stranger. As if I'm some kind of stalker."

"I don't know how it's going to work with him. He is a billionaire and  they are a different species. You have to prepare for the fact that he  may actually be a psychopath that has an off button and he has pressed  it, but I still think you should be positive. It's not over yet in my  book."

"He never revealed anything about himself to me. He was very guarded the  whole time. He made it very clear that there was nothing there but the  physical attraction. I don't think I'll ever see him again, Rosa."         

     



 

"Let's give it some time okay and see what happens in the next couple of  days. A man who only wanted to have sex with you wouldn't have walked  away. He would have just banged you until he got bored. He wouldn't have  cared if you were being loyal to Nigel or not."

I drain the last bit of wine. I feel completely drunk, but not happy drunk. "I want to call him," I declare.

Rosa's eyes widen. "No, babe. Not tonight. Maybe tomorrow if you still feel like that."

"What's the difference between tonight and tomorrow."

"Two reasons. You're drunk, and whatever you do tonight you'll regret  tomorrow. Also, it's a good idea to give him a chance to miss you."

I nod. I miss him so badly all I want to do is ugly cry. Tonight was supposed to be a celebration.

"What about Nigel? What are you going to do about him?"

I close my eyes. I don't want to think about that nightmare. "I'll get a divorce I suppose," I say softly.

"Good." There is no mistaking the satisfaction in her voice.





Chapter Fifty-One





Star




https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pgmx7z49OEk

Ain't Your Mama





I wake up in Rosa's guest room with a massive hangover. The events of  the night before come hurtling down on me. I tip-toe out of the room.  Rosa's bedroom door is open and she is still asleep in bed. I don't know  why but I go into her bedroom and stand over her sleeping form. In  sleep she doesn't look so tough. Even though my head is throbbing, a  rush of pure love fills my heart for her. She has been a good and loyal  friend.

Without waking her up I go into the bathroom. My hair looks an absolute  mess, my eyes are swollen and my face is puffy. I find headache pills in  the cabinet and take them before I get into the shower. Feeling  slightly better, I go to the kitchen. Closing the door, I make myself a  cup of coffee and call my nan.

I ask about my dad, and when she says he is fine, I tell her I have something to tell them all and I'll be around later.

"Is it more good news?" she asks.

"Yeah, it's more good news," I reply. At least it will be for my dad. He'll be so glad to hear that I'm leaving Nigel.