Chapter 10 Chapter Ten

Chapter 10 Chapter Ten
Camila's POV

‘Have a restful evening Cammie.’

As I stepped into the house and began ascending the stairs, I muttered under my breath and rolled my eyes as I mimicked my manager's parting words to me that evening. Though it felt relieving to be back to work, my enthusiasm cost me a side effect I should have long foreseen; I am now being labeled a capable worker hence the lion share of the jobs will be directed towards me.

‘Bloody cooperate business! Curse that stupid investment that made dad lose all of his money.’ I kept complaining, quietly.

My entire body ached and all I long for is a warm bath and a comfortable bed to crash on but as I inched closer to my room, I began hearing immoral noises and sound coming from the direction.

Unfamiliar yet recognizable voices resonated through the hallway. The voices were low, ragged, breathy, unrestrained and the creaky squeaking of the bedframe accompanied the noise which seemed to intensify with every step I took.

“I must be hallucinating.” I said to myself, convincingly but I discovered the door to my room was slightly open and I almost screamed at the sight in front of me, well puke in disgust.

“What are you doing?” I thundered, my voice drowning out the disgusting shameless moans that filled the room.

Inside was a petite woman, naked and sweating profusely, her laughter was provocative, breathless and shaky while Marco hovered above her, half naked with his manhood inside of her, pounding in mercilessly.

They turned to face me but a smile flashed across his face, he held my stare for ten full seconds as he gripped her boobs and thrust in even deeper. She let out a screech of lustful pleasure, which ached my eardrum.

I instantly turned around, my face twisted with disgust and disdain. His statement was loud and clear; he was daring me, disrespecting and insulting what's left of my dignity.

“Shut the damn door!” I cursed as I walked away, briskly putting a decent distance between the horrible scene.

With nowhere to go, I headed for his room and didn't hesitate to make myself comfortable there. I was so pissed that I didn't take note of how ridiculously gigantic the room was. All I needed was some quality sleep. I hit the shower and wore a shirt of his that looked new and fell asleep on his bed, swearing vehemently to do all it takes to leave this hellhole.

Through the relentless noise of their shameless act, I soon fell asleep. I woke up with a thud; a sharp pain tore through my abdomen.

“Who the hell-” I began to hiss as my eyes flew open but I saw Marco standing before me like a freaking brick of bullsht.

“What do you think you're doing?” He growled, lines creased his forehead.

I supported my back with my hand and rose to my feet. “Getting some sleep.” I retorted, sarcastically.

“Get out.” He hissed.

I wriggled my nose and shit him a dirty stare but before I could speak, I heard a high-pitched drowsy voice and sharply turned my head to see the woman he was with walking into the room, half naked.

“Can we get some sleep please? I'm exhausted.” She asked then stopped when she saw me. Her smile twisted into something horrible. “Who's the maid?”

I guffawed and turned to face Marco.

“No one important, she was just on her way out.” He interjected.

“Was I?” I challenged him.

We locked eyes for a few seconds and he growled. “Don't test my patience Camila, you won't live to regret it. Get out.”

I threw my hands over my head and pretended to shiver. “Oh, I'm so scared. Please don't destroy my already ruined life.”

He snickered but before he could speak I began to walk away. I was too exhausted and had caught sight of the time on the digital clock that hung in the room. It was just a few hours past midnight.

“Goodnight your highness.” I greeted, mockingly and looked at the girl dead in the eye. “And you too, beauty without brains.”

She said something, a curse or insult but I didn't listen, I was already out of the room.

Back at my own room, it reeked of bodily fluids which made me want to throw up. I simply picked out my outfit for work and headed for a guest room where I slept soundly. The next morning, I got ready for work and ordered a maid to clean my room, change the sheets and ensure it's sparkling clean.

As I was about to step out, I heard Marco's agitated voice call my name.

“Camila, where do you think you're going to?”

I stopped dead in my tracks and checked the time. I still had about an hour and half to spare. Good.

“Good morning Mr Terenzio, hope you had an eventful night.” I greeted, hypocritically as I saw him descending the stairs with his mistress clinging closely to him.

“I asked you a question.” He fired, ignoring my greetings.

“I am headed to minding my own business, do you have a problem with that?” I asked, provocatively.

“See how she's speaking to you, that's too disrespectful. None of my maids can dare to try such with me.” The mistress said, provocatively.

I let out a dry sarcastic laughter. “Oh darling, I'd rather commit suicide than stoop that low but you wouldn't understand.”

Marco snapped before she could reply to me. “Where's breakfast?”

I shrugged. “I don't know, ask your chef.”

He narrowed his eyes and his expression darkened. I swallowed nervously but held my smile in place, didn't let the fear show.

“Camila.” He called out my name. It was quiet but low and packed with a silent warning and a threat.

“What! You promised that breakfast would be ready by now.” The girl whined, tugging at his arm like a lovestruck fool, I scoffed.

“She'll make some breakfast right away.” Marco responded. It wasn't a bargain, it was a command.

“There's fresh eggs and some bacons i think, you can make some scrambled eggs if you're hungry.” I outrightly pointed out and her eyes almost popped out of it's sockets. “Don't tell me you're totally useless and only useful in bed? That would be a shame sweetheart.” I added, delivering the final blow.

“You seem to be forgetting your place.” Marco informed me, his voice was low, quiet and controlled but his eyes weren't and his jaw tightened.

I cleared my throat and walked up to him. “Oh, but I fully remember what my place is. I'm just a pet to you, isn't it?” I asked, raising my eyebrows in an exaggerated innocence. “But what you seem to be forgetting is that pets don't cook. I don't know about you but I've never seen a dog making scrambled eggs. Funny how these things come around don't you think?” I added, too sweetly for innocence and took a meaningful step backwards.

“This pet will take her leave now, you can see it as a routine morning walk and don't worry, you as the owner don't need to hold the leash. Woof woof!”

I turned around and walked away, a triumphant smirk on my face. I relished the flabbergasted look on his face and mentally high-five myself. I heard the girl complain but Marco warned her against it.

Was my words and actions dangerous? You bet it was. Will there be repercussions? None that I care about and did I just think of that perfect comeback on the spot? Definitely not. It was long premeditated and I only got the idea when he kicked me out of his room the previous night, I was bitter and sore when I realized that I'd still have to get up early to make him and his mistress some breakfast.

As I closed my eyes to sleep, it struck me that his favorite derogatory label for me was a pet and frankly all a pet does is to waggle its tail and bark when it's told too but never does house chores and cook.

‘Today is going to be a beautiful one.’ I muttered to myself.


“Camila is it?” A brown haired lady suddenly called out.

I paused and momentarily shift my attention away from the documents I was sorting out and research I made on them. Before me was a petite lady smiling broadly at me, she held a transparent container in her hand and handed it over to me.

“Today is my birthday, I'm handing out homemade cookies to all my coworkers on this floor.” She explained.

“Oh, happy birthday!” I replied politely and took it from her.

“Oh thank you! We're having a party after work, won't be long. Just a little something to celebrate it, you'll be coming right? Everyone will be there.” She invited me, quite enthusiastically.

I bit down my lips and shook my head. “I'm sorry, I don't think-”

She reached for my hands and grabbed it softly. “Oh, you have to attend. Please do. I'm also new here and I'd love to make some friends.” She begged.

Her puppy eyes did the trick and I instantly agreed to it. “Okay, send me the address.”

She squeaked happily and hurried away like an excited kid. Attending the party would mean getting home late and judging from the dramatic incident with Marco, it'd be better to avoid him for the meantime.

What better way is there to further anger the sly old beast than giving him a taste of his own fuking medicine?