Chapter 186 Mother's Call

Chapter 186 Mother's Call
Draven POV

Lila is finally understanding our agreement. She was mine to do with whatever I wished and she had no rights.

She wasn’t entitled to an opinion and her only purpose was to take my cock and enjoy it. I'm risking my life fo her and that debt has reduced her to a beautiful woman I got to use on a daily basis before Nico demands I send her to him.

But can I really do that after having her, maybe she really has a spell on the Moretti family.

I was free to fuck whomever I wanted and I could have any woman I felt like having, whether it was at work or on the town. She had no right to expect anything from me. For me to be faithful would require me to care about her and I didn’t give a damn about her.

The sooner she understood that, the easier her life would be. I was only kind to her because of Nico but she shouldn’t confuse my kindness for weakness and dare interrupt my sleep.

I was still a dick and now that our relationship had been straightened out, the fucking was what I wanted it to be.

When I wanted pussy, I barged into her room and took it. She could lie there and fight the pleasure all she wanted but we both knew she would come every time.

When I woke up the following morning, I went for my usual morning swim before heading back inside.

By the time I sat down at the breakfast table, the chef had already prepared the meal and everything was set out neatly in front of me except there was only one place setting.

I glanced at the empty seat across from me and immediately knew what was going on.

She was still fighting me.

Apparently, she had decided that refusing breakfast was another way of making her defiance clear. “Tell Lila to join us.”

“I already tried, sir, but she says she’s not hungry.”

I stared at the empty place setting for a moment, was she really going to starve herself just to prove a point?

The thought irritated me, but not because she was refusing to do what I wanted.

I simply couldn't understand why she would rather go hungry than sit down and eat.

“Bring her a tray and tell her to be ready for me in ten minutes.”

She would know exactly what I meant by be ready. “Yes, sir.”

The housekeeper walked away, leaving me alone at the table and I looked down at my breakfast and started eating, trying not to let her stubbornness get under my skin.

I could force her to skip breakfast. I could easily turn her refusal into a battle of wills and make sure she didn't get what she wanted but I didn't get any satisfaction from the idea of her starving herself.

That wasn't a battle I would take pride in winning.

So, for once, I simply let her have her way.

She could refuse to have meals with me, but polite conversation wasn’t that important to me anyway and I would fuck her once I was finished.

I read the newspaper and looked through my emails. Most of them were from Seregi and the club manager.

The manager emails flooded my inbox at every hour of the day, from five in the afternoon until two in the morning. Hr never seemed to stop working, but he was paid the big bucks for that reason. He probably didn’t have much of
a personal life.

My phone rang on the table, and I looked at the screen to see a name I couldn’t ignore. Breakfast was a quiet time for me, when I would read thennewspaper and enjoy my coffee but whenever my mom called, nothing else seemed to matter.

I took the call. “Hey, Mom. How are you?”

She had a voice that was naturally elegant and I could picture her deep brown hair and blue eyes just by listening to the sound of her voice.

She’d always been a lot more easygoing. My mother knew how to smile, knew how to enjoy life all the time.

“Hey, D. I hope I’m not interrupting anything.”

Even if she were, I would never tell her. I knew my mother well enough to know that admitting she had caught me at a bad time would only make her more curious.

“Just having breakfast on the terrace,” I replied casually. “It’s a beautiful day.”

“It is. Your brother and I just had breakfast with your cousin in your area, and we thought the three of us would stop by.”

My mother lived hours away in the southern part of Italy. She preferred the wine country, where the summers were truly hot and humid, so a visit to Milan wasn't something she made casually. “Is there any celebration I’m not aware of?”

“Your cousin is getting married soon.”

“That’s nice.”

I kept my response deliberately simple, but my mind was already working through what her visit could mean.

“We were thinking of stopping by for lunch. You’re at your home in Milan, right?”

My thoughts immediately went to the woman living on my property because I couldn’t hide her forever, but I wasn’t ready to reveal her either.

Especially not to my mother. If she found out who the woman was, she would be scared to death, and I wasn't prepared to deal with that yet.

“I’ll come to you, Mom,” I said, settling on the easiest solution. “I’m sure you guys have already been driving a lot lately.”

“We don’t mind. It’s nice for Serena to visit your house, since she’ll be traveling to the States with her husband soon.”

Oh, fuck.

I couldn't deny my mother a second time. There was only so much avoiding I could do before she started asking questions I didn't want to answer. “What time were you thinking?”

“Noon?” she asked. Then, after a brief pause, she added, “Unless you’re working today?”