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PHYSICAL VIOLENCE
Nathaniel signed the last document of the day, leaving his PA to pack the remaining documents as he retracted back to his hotel room, took his shower and changed his outfit. Damn! It wasn't easy to have an empire to control.
The cunning old man thought he could hide his lies about the profits share, and he sighed. He couldn't think of how to make the man pay for his betrayal for now because he needed to see his Angie. His calming dosage. He removed his glass and then took his phone to watch Angelina.
A smile graced his lips as he watched her taste the cream. She grinned happily at the maid before Ester came to collect the cream from her. He touched the screen longingly. How would it feel to eat the cream on her scrumptious body? The taste would be divine.
Damn! He missed her so much that it hurt. Had he known, he should have brought her along. His heart ached, and his cock throbbed whenever he was chanced to watch her bathing.
Nathaniel paused the video when a knock came on his door, and he rolled his eyes annoyingly. Who the fuck was it? He padded his way to the door and opened it, looking at the lady in red in front of him.
He smirked knowingly, scoffing mentally at his partner's trick. It was like he thought he was new to the business.
"Room service," the lady said, battling her eyes annoyingly—the Oldman's only daughter. The man thought he would be tempted with the trash when he'd a natural diamond at home, waiting for his return.
The first rule of a businessman, don't mix pleasure with business.
"I don't think I asked for room service," he responded, staring at how the lady pushed her chest up. Nathaniel felt revolted, rising in him, and she wasn't a per cent of his Angie beauty. Angie always smiled with her eyes; her eyes squinted whenever she smiled. Her nose scrunched whenever she was confused, her eyes… his thought when the lady wrapped her arms around him.
Like lava hitting the ground, Nathaniel pushed her away, feeling angry at her audacity of hers.
"Ahn!" she faked crying, stumbling on her heels before she came closer to him, "Sir, no man says no to me," she mumbled, unbuttoning her shirt.
Nathaniel chuckled darkly, "it's only stupid person that goes for cheap slut," he stated, dusting his shirt as he stained him, "You are nothing but a leftover for dogs," he turned to close the door when the lady placed her foot in between the door.
His eyes darkened in anger, ground his teeth, then looked at her foot blocking the door before he slammed the door like that. The bone-cracking could be heard because the door was forced to close when there was something between. The sound was satisfying as the slut screamed out in pain, tears falling from her face like a fountain.
He smiled cruelly, looking at her holding her broken foot; he left the door, bending down to the girl's height and looking at the hands that touched him in anger.
Nathaniel grinned. It has been a long time since he has had fun. He took his hands, staring at the long smooth fingers made for piano and caressed them softly before placing them between the doors.
The lady trashed to be free, but it was impossible. The strength Nathaniel was putting on her hands was enough to break them. Her eyes widened, knowing what he wanted to do. Her dream, her hands!
"Please," she begged, fearing for her future. She'd a competition she'd been practising for. She thought she could catch his eyes and become a mistress, but it was like she caught his eyes as prey. She trembled, looking at his eyes glinted with pure joy and a smile dancing on his lips. She'd messed with everything. Her father warned her not to go alone or meet with him, but she was stubborn. She wanted to do it. No man rejected a beautiful woman, but not only was she rejected, but she was also downgraded and now her hands—
"Please can't undo the trauma you gave me by touching me," he responded, jamming the door again on her hands which made her scream out.
"Please, I'm sorry," she cried, sobbing loudly. She couldn't feel her hands, and the pain ran from her hands to her head as mucus ran from her nose.
Nathaniel looked at her fingers and was not satisfied, then placed the hands again at the door and jammed it. The stairs of bone breaking ran in his ears as exhilaration ran through his bloodstream. It had been a long.
Nathaniel did the same to her feet and hands, making them immobile. Her eyes widened, her smoky make-up smudged as her hair was all over the place, and nothing could be felt from her hands and feet. They were broken.
She couldn't believe the man stated by the media to be a white snow Prince and good was evil. Had she known, she would believe anything the media said. This man was a psycho. The door was opened as she watched Nathaniel wiping her blood from his hands, then taking a piece of cloth and sniffing it.
This man was a psychopath, sniffing a lacy pant as he groaned, watching something intently on his phone. After some minutes, he walked toward her making her heart pick as she moved away from him by shifting her butts, which only made him grin more.
Nathaniel took his phone and videoed the bloodied girl on the ground before sending it to the old man.
4:30 pm
A Warning.
He sent the message before calling his PA to bring a stroller to escort her out for her father. And immediately, the PA came with some men.
The PA gulped, looking at the splattered blood at the door and the floor, instructing the men to wrap her in a big polythene bag.
Nathaniel walked out with a towel, "You always know what to do," he patted the scared PA back before returning to the shower.
The girl really spoiled his mood. He washed his body thoroughly and told his PA to burn the cloth the woman touched and change the door and carpet before returning from where he was going.
***
The day was usually going for Angelina since she had stopped attending a physical school. Her daily routine was the same every day since Nathaniel travelled. Wake up, eat, do class, read novels or comics (manhwa or manhua), then talk with Bell.
She'd grown closer to the maids in the meantime, and she was surprised to see them conversing with her the second day, and since then, she always ate her Breakfast in the kitchen with them. She was learning how food was made.
She was terrible at cooking. When she was at home (Nigeria), her father cooked for her, and when she got here- (NY), it was Bell who cooked. Because her father is a good chef didn't make her know how to cook, she was terrible at it.
Angelina was free to roam around the house and change anything she wanted as long as she didn't go out. And she was happy with it, and she hated going out. She hated outside, and she hated the people judging eyes. She hated the general suspect look everyone had on her.
Angelina tasted the cake, and Ester was creaming, laughing at the fluffiness. It tasted sweet.
She missed him, and her heart yearned for him. It had been a long time since she heard his voice. Since that day, he'd left. She was itching to ask for his number from Ester to call him, just to listen to his voice but the teasing and knowing smile of the maids made her blush.
"If you miss him, you. Can call him," Zoe - a maid, pipped in when she saw Angelina staring at her phone.
"Ah," she laughed nervously, fiddling with her fingers, "I do—"
"Don't lie to yourself. Everyone knows you miss him," she said while others nodded in agreement.
Angelina asked for her number from Ester but found his number was already on her phone. His number was saved with 'mine' as Angelina wondered how and when his number got to her phone.
She left the kitchen to the garden, biting her lips as she looked at his number glaring at him. She gulped down the anxiety in her throat as she pressed the green button. She paced around, biting her thumb nervously as the first ring, then the second ring before he picked.
"Hello," her voice croaked nervously as the person at the receiver ended up sucking in a breath.
"Finally, you called. I thought you'd forgotten about me,"
"No!" Angelina closed her mouth immediately.
"You didn't miss me?"
"No, it—"
"you miss me?"
"No—yes— no," Angelina paused as her heart beat irregularly from excitement, nervousness and happiness.
"Mmmmm," Nathaniel mused, chuckling lightly. "When are you?" he asked.
"I'm in the garden."
"I miss you," Nathaniel whispered as Angelina heard her phone tightly, twirling her legs. "I want to kiss you so much that it hurts. I just want to wake up with you by my side." her breathing hitched as she touched her lips. The marks he left on her neck were already fading.
"Are you touching your lips?" he asked while Angelina nodded before saying a small 'yes.'
"Fuck! You fucking drive me crazy," he said in a husky voice, "had it been you here with me, I would have torn your cloth, thrown you on my desk, making all the files fall while a mischievous squeal would leave your mouth and I would spank you till your chocolate ass becomes red. Then I'd soothe it with a kiss then—" he grunted.
"Are you turned on?" he asked while Angelina blushed at his crude words.
"Yeah," she responded.
"Damn!" he cursed lowly, gritted out in anger before hanging up, leaving Angelina breathless.
"I promise, When I fucking arrive, I'm going to fuck you till I'm fucking satisfied. I won't fucking care if you fucking faint or not. Just be fucking ready."