When I got back to the room Tristan booked, he was still soundly asleep. I shut the door quietly and helplessly sat at the edge of the bed.
I haven't been myself since I heard everything Marc said. I was nineteen when I met him but I wasn't nineteen when I had Irene. It took years after studies and all before we got married and Irene showed up.
But my daughter's is just the opposite. I haven't even taught her any morals about marriage. She is too oblivious and sweet to jump into life all of a sudden.
Is this what I could have experienced if I had hearken unto the call of the palace in the past?
At least, it would have been more better than jumping from one man to another.
I just remembered something.
I checked my phone and saw three missed calls from Sebastian. I took deep breaths for courage because of my sleeping boyfriend, then, I head into the bathroom and sat on the WC seater.
First time, it rings and the answering machine said to drop a message when there was no response. Second time, the same thing. Third time, the same thing.
It was the fourth time after a few ring before he picked up.
I began to wonder what kept him so long when it was still broad day light in the states.
"Hey, babe. Have your anger dissipated now that you called me?"
I scoff. "You're really a bastard, you know that right, Sebastian? Dolce stronzo. (Sweet fucker)"
When he first sent me a text – the one that consist of sentences I don't like. Actually, he was nagging and blabbing lewd words at me. He called me a whore for leaving him behind and spending three nights at Tristan's place in the US. I told him I was in Barcelona with him and he called my phone. But at that time, I was so busy making love with my boyfriend.
"Sono contento che tu stia imparando così in fretta. (Am glad you're learning so fast.)"
I roll my eyes heavenwards. "Non sono noioso come te. (Am not dull like you.)"
He switched the call to video mode. I swipe the green gesture, only to find my little sex toy fully naked on his bed. But the wall behind him differs from his normal room color. No wallpapers and stickers. Did he automatically changed his room's appearance?
God. My eyes pop in sight of seeing his erection again. The same one that makes me go crazy.
"Tell me if am dull in bed, Virginia."
I couldn't help myself other than gasp and dip my fingers into my body. I continue fidgeting as I get wet the more.
"Sebastian....I need you now…" my breath hitched at the back of my throat like I was been choked up.
My body shivered as I made another release.
Sebastian didn't say anything for a long time. He just stayed there, staring at me like I have no shame in my dictionary.
I couldn't stop. I kept on fucking myself with my eyes planted on his erection. I wish I could just feel the tip of it inside me now.
Gosh. I'll so devour it.
After a while, he said something in a tired tone. "Come to the fifth floor. Am in room twenty-five. Just as my age."
Wait, if am not mistaking, that was the same floor Marc is. And secondly, he never told me he'd be here in Barcelona. Did he followed me? And thirdly, he just showed to me now that he first lied about his age. He told me he was twenty and now, twenty-five. My instincts were right when I first studied his appearance. That means...he's not a freshman too!
I'll so kill him because I hate lies but first, I have to screw this.
I ran out like a desperate woman in distress and went to meet Sebastian.
Until my honeymoon with Tristan ended in Barcelona, I continued sneaking out every 4am to go make love with Sebastian.
I became too sore for Tristan that whenever he wants to touch me, I tell him I was tired.
He began to give me suspicious glares for several days until the day I moved into the apartment he arranged for me and invited Sebastian over.
That hot afternoon, we were busy having sex on the couch in my new sitting room when suddenly the door opened and Tristan stood before us – eyes wide opened in shock. Mouth sealed.
"Tristan, I can explain."
It was the worst embarrassment of my life. I've never felt so shameful until that day. Sebastian grabbed his clothes and ran out butt naked.
He showed to me that he wasn't protector of me talk much of being a defender.
And it happened.
Yes, it happened. The worst.
Tristan broke up with me instantly and fired me from his company.
It didn't take up to four days after Tristan and I broke up when I found out that, Sebastian was just the son of a butler that served in Tristan's estate in Italy.
And...…
He wasn't a student. He actually LIED! He was just a boy that travelled to another country to waste his father's allowance.
My relationship that was doing so well before, ended up breaking down to tiny pieces because of him!
When I went to my former apartment, Mr. Rogers told me he has already flew back to Italy.
But what about the black SUV?
The bastard rented it from one of his friends!
He is definitely worse than a con artist.
"You just gave me a good impression that my kids were right." He threw my things out of the apartment he bought for me. "I would have gifted this house to Ria because she got the highest point about you but, unfortunately, the house has been defecated by your smell. So, I'll just sell it."
I went down on my knees, pleading for mercy.
"Tristan, please….." I cried. But he pushed me away when I reached for his arm. I didn't give up. "Am sorry, I didn't know I was falling into temptation and trials."
"So, you fell for his tricks and lies of being the son of a Mafia boss, huh?" He laughed and shook his head. "Just the same way he fooled my former cook and ended up getting her pregnant."
What the fuck? So, I wasn't the first person he deceived?
Jesus. How could a young boy old enough to be my son fool me like this?
Am so finished.
Oh, Tristan please. Have mercy upon me, I swear it'll never repeat itself again. I thought I was having all the best fun in the world when I was with him. I never knew he was a retarded bastard.
No wonder he said his father was trying when he depended on my foodstuffs.
"Even his mother cursed him before divorcing with his father whom I later fired from my house because of his son's lies and deceits."
Ah!
Heaven, please come to my aid. How many more lies have he not said to me? So, his mother is not dead.
Ah! Ah! Ah!
Am finished. Am dead. I was played. I've been used. I tarnished my relationship because of greed.
"His real name is not Sebastian." Tristan look down at me. "His real name is Giovanni Enzo."
What the –
Gio – what?!!!!!!
"And he is twenty-five not twenty. He was born prematurely in Verona, Italy." He snap his fingers at his chauffeur, "Kelvin, take her things out of this premises." He snap his fingers again at two bodyguards in all black suits. "Throw her out of this place – and, I don't want to ever set eyes on her again. Not even around my kids or my company, you hear me?"
"Yes, Boss."
Before I could proceed to process how to beg very well, strong arms came holding mine. In one free move, another one threw me over his shoulder and tossed me out like a piece of crumbled paper.
When they were taking me away, I kept smacking the guy's shoulder and screaming for reach to Tristan like a toddler but the innocent guy just turned his back on me.
It wasn't long enough after a month when I went back with grieve to reside in New Zealand – jobless and brokenhearted when I saw on TV that Tristan was getting married to his ex.
They officially came back together. Besides, the kids used to like her than me. They hated me, but to her, she was their choice of motherhood.
I didn't allow my grieve take over me too much after I heard the news just two weeks after Tristan's wedding, that Giovanni Enzo AKA Sebastian Wealth Amato, was brutally murdered on the street by a group of thug on his way home after nightclubbing.
What hurt me the most is all my assets I spent on him. I normally paid him monthly allowance for the sex we had.
Now, I've sold all my properties, inheritance from my parents – and still wrapped up in debts.
I just found out that...…
NOT ALL THAT GLITTERS ARE GOLD. BE CONTENDED WITH WHAT YOU HAVE AND LEARN TO IGNORE CERTAIN THINGS IF YOU MUST REACH FOR THE STARS.
A mixture of my father's words and my mother's words.
TO BE CONTINUED....