"come on Layla, think of it as a break" Kay pleaded for the umpteenth time trailing right behind me as I made my way to seat on the couch at the living room. My eyes went to the large glass window that serve as doors to the Terrace and I caught sight of tree branches which moved in sync to the evening breeze
"I don't want to."
"You need a break at this point and this is perfect." She pushed on
my bestfriend had been the only one I had confided in telling the unusual relationship between Xaviar and I. I couldn't go to my parents with such a story. I didn't want to bother them with my problems also because I didn't want them to make a fuss over it and demand I get a divorce. Leaving Xaviar was the last thing on my mind.
"Layla, just think about it" pulling my hand she halted my steps
I took a deep breath staring at her pleading eyes
" it'll also give you the chance of trying out your new ride " a smile curved on our lips immediately as she said this
"I'm in!" I finally gave in to her persuasion. Since Xaviar had gifted me the million dollar car, I haven't had a moment to test it out as I had no where important to go to.
We had been coexsisting nicely since his apology. He came home on time and would inform me if anything would make him stay back. He hadn't yelled at me the whole week and things seemed to be gradually going back to normal.
"anything to wear or should I get you stuffs from mine?" Kay questioned as we diverted and went to the kitchen instead
"Are you kidding me?? I'm Layla freaking Lucasino. I've got a whole boutique in my closet " I laughed
"periodttt Mrs billionaire" my bestfriend was a hype queen
We got some cupcakes that were freshly baked and made our way back to the living room. After a while of playing around, Kay announced her departure but she would be back in an hour for us to get ready prior to the plans we had for our boring Friday night.
Time flew by quickly having nothing important to do. I had retired to our bedroom and currently lay staring at the ceiling.
It would have been nice if Xaviar allowed me to get a job as I always wanted but my husband was totally against the idea of his wife working for anyone. He believed I deserved to live the life of a queen. Luxuries all around without stressing myself to get it.
I had intended on pursuing my career in marketing and financial management but it had to be placed on hold till I succeeded on persuading Xaviar and erasing whatever negative perspective he had of females being career driven.
I glanced at the clock and it read 8pm I shook my head in disappointment as Kay still hadn't returned. An hour was two hours ago and she was yet to be here. That girl had a habit of always being late. That was when I realized Xaviar wasn't home and I was yet to hear from him. I picked up my cell phone, dialing his number the call was cut short as he was on another call. I decided to leave him a text instead.
"I'll be out with Kay tonight.
See you when I get back!
Love you babe ❤️ "
it was short but straight to the point. After getting the text across, I headed for a quick shower before Kay arrives.
Few minutes in the shower and I heard a knock to the door
"hurry up Layla. We should be leaving soon!" I heard my bestfriend yell from my room.
The nerve of that female always baffled me. For someone who got here two hours late she was quite bold to ask me to hurry up.
Ignoring her words I continued doing my business and exited moments later.
Kay was dressed in a black sleeveless tube faux leather bodycon dress which made her body look curvier than normal.
"Finally the queen is out!" Sarcasm dripped off her words as she tied her hair perfectly in a top knot. Her pinkish bleached tips making the hairstyle look extraordinary.
"Someone's all ready for this night " I chuckled and made my way to the closet.
Randomly looking through the multitude of cloths, my eyes settled on the one I considered would be the best.
Putting it on, I emerged to begin my make up. By now my best friend was almost done with hers.
the silver crystal chain sleeveless spaghetti strap V neck halter cut out mini dress hugged my body beautifully. I loved the comfortablility that came along with the amazing piece.
My hair was held up in a high ponytail and for my make up I settled for wingged eyeliner and a deep shade of red for my lips while Kay had a more natural look with nude lipstick.
"If you don't serve us who will Mrs Lucasino " She hyped eying me up and down
"Don't start Kay. You look even hotter "
"why thank you babes" She batted her eyelash flirtily making us burst into laughter.
Proceeding downstairs, it was already 9:40pm as we chatted our way out.
" your hunk of a husband isn't home yet " She pointed out the obvious
"ya. I tried calling but couldn't get to him. I sent him a text though"
"hmm" She curtly replied
"Signora what car are we using?" Blanc asked catching sight of us
"the asthon Martin, but I'm driving. We're going alone!"
"Ma'am Mr Lucasino won't be happy with you leaving the house alone " He objected which I totally expected
" Don't worry about that. I left him a message "
His facial expression showed he wasn't totally okay with my reply but as always he didn't push it.
"Stay safe signora" He said as we walked passed him with Kay giving him flirtious looks.
This girl was something else!
The drive to "Teka club " didn't take as long as I expected. Our entry wasn't much of a stress as I suspected the bouncers recognized the famous "Mrs Lucasino"
The loud music and flashy neon colour lights welcomed us as we first stepped in. It was followed by the smell of alcohol and bodies grinding against each other.
"This is going to be fun!" Kay screamed with excitement swirling in her eyes.
She immediately caught hold of my hand and pulled me deeper into the dance floor. We pushed through sweaty, drunk, lustful bodies before we found a spot my bestfriend liked.
The rhythm of the music was addictive and before we could comprehend much we begun swaying and dancing like every one else.
The dj somewhat made it harder to leave or stop dancing as he kept playing real nice music. Kay and I sang along to the ones we knew and danced crazy on others.
An eternity later of helplessly grinding and swaying to the music I got thirsty
"I'm going to get a drink! " I informed Kay who was now grinding a random guy.
I could have gotten her a drink also but decided against it as I remembered she had been taking drinks from random people while we were dancing
pushing my way through the crowd of people, and saying a million excuse me, I finally got to the bar.
"What does the pretty lady want?" The bar attender questioned
"uhm" I could decide whether to have Daiquiri Cocktail or Moscow mule Cocktail.
"DaiquiriCocktail" I chose on the latter
Minutes later and I was served the cocktail. As I took a sip from the glass I heard the bartender speaking but I couldn't hear him clearly
"Sorry what?" I inquired
"You like familiar miss, I just can't pinpoint where I've seen you "
"Multi-billioniare Xaviar Lucasino's wife" a guy I hadn't noticed before from beside me butted in.
I didn't like all this attention from random people.
"Ain't I right?" His hazel eyes stayed on me waiting for a reply I wouldn't give
"That's right!!" The bartender replied in my stead as a sense of remembrance overwhelmed him
"Another glass for the lady" the man said offering a smile
"Thank you but I'll pass" I declined immediately
"okay. How about a dance" He pulled me flush against him without waiting for a reply and led the way back to the crowd
he begun dancing expecting me to do same but I didn't, I was in no way prepared for such. Besides I didn't want to make the top news of the following day.
"What's wrong?" He inched closer to my body
"it's past 2am, this is when everything gets wild "
"What!!! It's 2am!!!" I exclaimed. I had to get home immediately.
Without further words, I left Mr flirt and made my way in search of my bestfriend.
I found her moments later in a bad state. She was all over some random guy hooked in a heated make out session in the midst of other bodies grinding to the music.
"Kay we have to go this minute!" I pulled her with me
"What the fuck!" I heard the guy curse
"sorry!!!" I yelled as I kept pulling Kay along with me
"slow down l-lay" She spoke slowly as she stumbled with her steps.
"it's real late Kay" I turned around and took a good look at her. By now we were at the parking lot.
For someone who hadn't gotten herself a single glass of drink, I could tell that she had way too much to drink just by looking at her eyes. They were typically glossy, red and already started drooping on regular intervals. The strong stench of alcohol which she reeked off was another bonus point. It was obvious she'd have a killer hangover from how drunk she was.
"I don't want to leave, don't m-make m-me go please " She hiccuped while I continued pulling her along with me to where I had parked the car.
I was about to give her a response when I saw a familiar figure.
"Blanc??" I muttered in dismay
"let me have her ma'am" a guy said before taking her away from me. I recognized him although I had no idea what his name was. Scooping her into his arms he made his was to another vehicle which I also recognized immediately.
"Don't worry, he'll get her home safely signora ". Blanc spoke as if reading my mind.
I handed him the keys to the Ashton Martin as it was clear he would be driving me home.
"Why'd you come and how did you even know where to find me?" My curiousity was let out
"Capo instructed me to. He somehow knew your particular location " He replied before roaring the vehicle to life.
The ride home was surprisingly shorter,there was a comfortable silence in the car as Blanc and I made no conversation.
I was dying to ask him if Xaviar had returned home and when but I decided against it. I was too exhausted to make small talks and by the way I would still meet Xaviar at home.
"Thank you" I smiled at him before I made my way into the house. There were no maids or guards as expected.
I was welcomed by an empty room as I pushed open the door. I walked to the closet immediately changing into a comfortable night dress before cleaning off the make up which had now turned smudged.
"oh my God!" I gasped in fear when I walked out the closet. I wasn't expecting to meet Xaviar seated in the bedroom.
"Xaviar you scared me" I said walking more into the room.
"What time is it Layla?" He suddenly asked, I couldn't read his emotions as his back faced where I was.
"uhm, Xav about that I can explain "
"Ho chiesto che ore sono"
(I asked what the time is) he repeated. By now I stood faced him. His face held no trace of anger or happiness either.
"Uhm past 2am?" My voice as quiet as ever
"2am??" He scoffed
"IT'S FUCKING ALMOST 4AM!!" He suddenly yelled making me cower back in fear
"I-I can explain babe, time just w-went by q-quickly, I lost track - -" I rushed out
"Who the fuck even let you out of the house?" His temper unexpectedly died down.
"Excuse me?" I didn't understand what he meant by that. I wasn't a prisoner or slave. We were married, not arranged but one I agreed to.
"You heard me! Did I say you could leave the house?! And why didn't you go with your guards?"
"I tried calling you but it didn't go through so I left you a text. I didn't take the guards cause it was a girls night out. Just kay and I "
"Just Kay and you?" He smirked, rising from where he sat and moved to the side drawer. He took out something I wasn't sure of before flinging it to my face.
They were pictures
"Che cazzo è il significato di questo Layla?"
(What the fuck is the meaning of this Layla?)
I bent to the floor picking up the littered pictures. Studying it's content, I felt my stomach crunch instantly. I knew this would turn out badly.
" He met me at the bar and asked for a dance which I declined. I left immediately with k- -"
His palm connected to my face before I could complete my explanation
"Ti sembro stupido, vero?!"
(I look stupid to you dont I!?!) he begun yelling
"no Xaviar you're g-getting it all w-wrong! Nothing h-happened!" I shouted in a bid of getting my point across
"SO WHY THE FUCK DOES HE HAVE HIS LIPS ON YOUR SKIN HUH!!!" Before he could complete the words he was yelling he had already back handed me a second time sending me to the hard floor
I coughed over and over again from the hard impact of the fall
"cazzo rispondimi!!!!"
(FUCKING ANSWER ME!!!) his foot met my lying figure on the ground.
"Xaviar -please -you're -hurting me " I cried loudly
The more he screamed at me the more he kicked me. I cried out in pain numerously begging him to see reason and listen to me but it all fell on deaf ears.
His hand fisted on my hair as he pulled me off the floor and pushed me to the wall which I held for support.
A surge of pain moved through my body briskly like I had been electrocuted. My fingers moved shakingly to the wet substance on my face. In that moment I realized it was blood from my nostrils and a busted lip I didn't know I had.
"BITCH I'M TALKING TO YOU!" The roaring of my husband brought me back to my harsh reality
my lips weakly opened up in speech but rather slow breaths escaped. I was scared of speaking, my subconscious mind was scared of talking to my husband.
"I'v-ve t-tol-ld t-the t-ruth" I managed to say
Rather my words fell on deaf ears as he once again decorated my face with his finger prints. I welcomed the impact from his harsh touch, my body returning to the marble floor again.
somehow my mind begun creating images of this scenario reoccurring but with a different result. Maybe this time around my skull would split from the impact of the fall. I begun wishing I could die just to get a reaction from him, just to feel the satisfaction of watching him wake everyday with the guilt of killing me.
"if I knew you were such a whore I wouldn't have asked you to be my wife in the first place!" His eyes raked through my body with disgust clear on his face before he moved out of the room, banging the door shut behind him.