Chapter 20 Screwed
Natalie got to the hotel and headed straight to the room provided by Vortex.
She knocked on the door lightly, and when she heard the man's permission, she stepped in.
Vortex was sitting on the bed with a cigar dangling from one side of his lips. Noticing the cuts on his face, Natalie frowned.
"What happened to you?" she asked.
"Gangster shit," he replied as he stood and stepped toward her. "I almost got killed, but it's nothing since you're here," he said, puffing out smoke from his lips and nostrils. He raised his injured hand to Natalie.
"Let's get this over with," she said, pulling down her jacket.
"Easy, cupcake. I just want to have a little talk before we start," Vortex said.
"What?"
"It's about your first kill, my love. Mr. Jefferson, how did you feel when you killed him?" he asked, and Natalie immediately looked around the room.
"What?"
Natalie pulled out a small knife and pointed it at him. Vortex took a sharp breath. He mustn't screw this up, or he'd be in serious trouble.
"Do you have cameras in here? Are you being followed? Because I don't understand why you're asking me such a question," she said. Vortex held her hand and dragged her to himself, his lips on her neck, the sensitive part she loved the most.
"C'mon, sweetheart. Why are you so sensitive? I was the one who taught you how to use these weapons, so I wanted to know how you felt on your very first kill. I've always wanted to hear it," he whispered in her ear.
Natalie sucked in her breath.
"It felt good," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
Vortex turned her around to face him and roughly slammed his lips on hers.
Soon they were on the bed, with Vortex ramming into her while she let out slutty screams.
Unknown to Natalie, five tiny cameras were installed in the room.
Jackie couldn't believe her eyes and ears as she watched the footage of her mother on the screen.
She didn't know when a tear dropped from her eyes.
"She killed Father?" Her lips trembled.
The curtain opened and her male friend walked in. Seeing the look on her face, he traced his gaze to the screen before her.
"Jackie!" He quickly turned the system around.
Jackie swallowed hard and stormed out of the place.
"Jackie!" He ran after her.
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The next morning, Candy went to work as usual. She had waited for Jameson's feedback but got none yet.
She planned to make her stepmother suffer before sending her down to the pit of hell.
"Here, these are what you are to work on. They should be completed before evening," Candy's superior said. Looking down at the many files in her hand, Candy asked.
"All of these?"
"Yeah. Got any problem?" she asked.
"No, of course not," Candy replied and watched her walk away. She stared down at the files and sighed. It was definitely going to be hectic for her.
Her mind drifted to Diego, and she wondered where he went. He hadn't come home since that night he had left. Did her actions make him that upset?
"Is the president around?" Candy asked Yazmine.
"Yes, he is in his office. Do you wish to see him?"
"Yeah," Candy nodded.
"Can you wait for a while? He currently has a visitor," Yazmine said.
A visitor? The last time she saw someone with Diego, it was a slutty-looking woman. Could that be the visitor he had right now?
She turned to leave, heading straight to his office.
"Candy?" Yazmine called after her, but she kept walking.
"Does she think my brother will be there... tssk... She must be in love," Yazmine muttered.
"Here is your coffee, ma'am," Aiden said, dropping a cup filled with black coffee.
"Huh? I didn't ask you to bring me a drink," Yazmine blinked several times.
"I was told you love drinking coffee every morning, so I thought to bring it to you instead," Aiden said and walked away without waiting for her reply.
Yazmine checked out the drink and saw it was black coffee. Her brow knitted.
"How does he know my favorite drink?" she mumbled.
Meanwhile, Candy finally found her way to Diego's office. Taking a deep breath, she opened the door. Her eyes caught Diego seated with Xavier.
They both stopped talking and looked up at her.
'He is not with a woman,' Candy thought to herself. Why the hell does she care about this anyway?
"Candy," Xavier sat up with a bright smile, while Diego stared blankly at her.
"Good morning," Candy bowed her head gently, her lips drawing an awkward smile.
"What are you here for?" Diego asked, his gaze piercing as ever. Candy was caught off guard; she didn't think of what to tell him if he asked this.
Seeing the awkward situation, Xavier intervened.
"C'mon, Diego, you're scaring her."
"Am I?" Diego raised a brow at him. Xavier ignored him and returned his gaze to Candy.
"Did you get my flowers yesterday?" he asked.
This time Diego's expression changed. Flowers? The flowers he saw with her last night were from Xavier?
"Yes, I did. You really don't have to do that, Xavier," Candy smiled beautifully at him.
Diego bit his tongue gently in his mouth. Not only did she receive a gift from him, but she even called his name like they were close.
"Ah, that's alright. I bought you another gift," Xavier took the small package on the table and advanced toward her.
"Huh.. you shouldn't..."
"I made it myself, just take it, Candy. We are old friends, you shouldn't feel uncomfortable, hmm?"
Candy stared at him for a moment, she lifted her hands to take the package, but another hand snatched it away and threw it on the floor.
It was a cake, and it spilled all over. Candy's eyes widened.
"Diego?" Xavier looked at him shockingly.
"Who gave you the right to flirt with my employee?" Diego asked coldly.
"I and Candy are friends. Do you have a problem with that?" Xavier asked.
"Yes, I do," Diego replied, while Candy only watched. "If you two are going to be like this, then go do it outside," he said.
"Right, I shouldn't be doing this here in the company," Xavier turned to look at Candy. "Let me be honest, how about a date outside, Candy?"
"Hey, Xavier" Diego called out dangerously. As Xavier look back, he swallowed in confusion seeing the deadly look on Diego's face as he stepped towards him.
Candy knew this won't end well. He then ask Xavier a question that sent a chill down his spine.
"Do you wish to die?"