"Snake In The Grass."
Isis.
As Isis was standing out on her balcony, a figure had emerged from the corner of her balcony and began to walk towards her.
She quickly put her gown back on as she was stark naked.
She squinted at the figure that appeared to be a man.
With wide eyes, she shouted , "In Jesus name, I banish you back to where you're coming from!"
She was about to scream when he quickly leaped forward and seized her mouth with his hand.
Her eyes adjusted to the dark and she could recognize the man under the moonlight as...Alex' driver.
Ignatius?
He was dressed in an all-black Nike tracksuit that had a glow-in-the-dark tick, finished with black 'running-man' shoes.
It suddenly occurred to her that that's what was gleaming in the corner of her bedroom.
She suddenly calmed down as he assured her that he wasn't going to hurt her and that he just wanted to speak to her.
He slowly removed his hand from her mouth and apologized.
"Wait, before we get to that, how the hell did you get in here?"
He explained himself with great difficulty and she noticed that he was very shy. He hardly made any eye contact.
"After I took Mr Dominic Sir home from his encounter with that other blonde lady from Delaware, I took a bus back here and entered through the back door. I was praying that nobody would see me and I made out that this was your room from the front yard outside because I saw you enter here from down there and..."
Isis injected into his speech," Whoah, whoah, whoah. Time-out. So...this means that you saw me naked?"
And Alex was with a blonde woman?? She queried herself, in her head.
Silence.
Isis' eyes grew wide and she began to punch Ignatius in his left arm while hurling curses at him. Thank God her room was soundproof.
"Wait. I can explain." he blurted out as he tried to shield himself from the violence Isis was showering on him.
"I didn't exactly see anything mam. I just wanted to come up here and give you a message."
He actually did see her naked.
Isis stopped dead in her tracks and listened.
What if it's from Alex and this was his way of being romantic? I mean, you know he's not really good at wooing. Judging from his lame lines and stuff. Maybe Ignatius is here with a bouquet of flowers from Alex.
She stood still and waited.
Ignatius.
Ignatius knew that his idea was maniac but he had no other choice. He would never be able to speak to her with Alejandro around and this was the only time of the day when he wasn't driving his blood-thirsty boss around town, from one woman's knickers to another.
He had seen her naked and that sparked something in him. Making him shy of his own sentiments and a little troubled at the newly found emotions.
Actually, he felt it ever since he set eyes on her that afternoon.
That was why he felt obliged to protect her from his pig-headed boss.
He looked at her face in the moonlight and the radiance of her skin under the star-filled sky. He felt like cupping her face in his hands and kissing her.
So, he found it easier to speak while looking away from her gaze.
After suffering the abuse from Isis, which he expected, he finally had her calmed enough to tell her why he was there.
He took a deep breath and started.
"Mam, my boss is a bad man. He's bad news. He's a calculating vulture with no conscience. He preys on innocent women like yourself just for the heck of it. He takes your innocence and just drops you like you're hot."
He slapped his forehead and rephrased.
"I mean, no, I don't mean that you're 'hot', like, like, that. I mean, you are beautiful. No, actually, I didn't mean to say it like that. I meant that.."
Isis began to crack up.
She slapped him across the face and shook him vulgarly.
"Are you better now? You're hyperventilating." she said, laughingly.
At this point she was in tears, from the laughter.
He hung his head down in shame, heavily sighed and attempted to try again.
Isis stopped him and nodded knowingly. "I know."
Alejandro.
Ignatius. You venomous snake.
Alejandro had heard enough and he backed away and speed-walked back to his car.
Thankfully, the engine of his Porsche was not as noisy as his Jaguar's and he was able to get away without being noticed.
He drove down the road in a frantic frenzy, cursing and punching the steering wheel until his knuckles began to bleed and the skin on them, peeled off, to his bone marrows.
He had been driving for so long that he decided to just stop in the middle of the road. He didn't even know where he was anymore. And he didn't care.
He kicked his door open and ripped off his shirt, breathing heavily and gasping for air.
His anger made him breathless and his fury began to make him cry.
He sat down on the side of the road and let out a loud wail.
Alejandro threw a tantrum, exact to a 4 year old.
He stood up and placed his hands in his pocket once he felt the cool breeze lightly grazing the open flesh of his knuckles.
He began to pace the road. Up and down.
Why the hell are you crying? When was the last time you shed a tear? And all of this for a woman? Never!
He began to shake his head violently. "No. No. No no, not a fucking chance!"
He thought of everything he heard Ignatius telling Isis. Is that really what I am?
He started laughing hysterically, and crying at the same time.
"No. I am Alejandro Xylon Dominic. Yes, I have no conscience. Yes, I am entitled to the lives of any of the women I desire. Yes, I always get what I want. Yes, Isis is mine. Yes, I'm a cold, calculating monster. And yes, I decide what to do with the lives of my victims because I AM A GOD!" he spat out into the air of the night.
Ignatius Aguas, you are dead meat.
He wiped his face with his hands and closed his eyes, inhaling, exhaling, and outstretching his arms to his sides, just like Randy Orton. The Animal.