Chapter 8
"Do you want to do something fun after this?" She asked after about a minute of awkward silence.
"Yes, what would that be?"
"It's a surprise."
***
I woke the following morning in a cabin that didn't look like her place.
Amelie and I were in the same bed and our feet were locked together. If you didn't know any better, then you would assume that we are a couple. I suddenly realized that I had a terrible headache with little to no recollection of what happened last night.
"Good morning beautiful. You are a phenomenal dancer." She declared.
"Good morning. I have no idea about that. I was drinking right?"
"Yes, you were. You grinded on me so much, I could fall in love with you." She laughed.
"I'm sorry. This is so embarrassing. Please don't tell Mr Richard. I don't want him to second guess my being here." I begged.
"No, I won't do that. Besides Robert wouldn't be upset. He's awfully sweet."
"I know, but still..." I started.
"Okay, I won't say anything. I promise." Amelie confirmed.
****
I deleted my Instagram and all social media sites. I logged out of iMessage and created a new email. Suddenly I remembered that my burner phone was still at home. If he finds it then he would see that I have access to his phone. I started to panic, and Amelie started noticing that I had other issues besides the drunk headache.
"Are you feeling, okay?" The raw eggs can help with the headache." She offered.
"This is more than just a headache, Amelie. I have a burner phone that has access to the device of my ex. This burner phone can be connected to Wi-Fi but I have VPN and a lot of things installed to prevent anyone from tracking me."
"That's terrifying. Why are you tracking your ex though?" She asked with a concerned tone.
"It's a long story, you wouldn't understand," I said.
"Make me understand then maybe I can help you." She offered.
"No, I can handle this on my own," I said with pride.
"No, Brina. I know we met yesterday but I am your friend now. If I can help you then I will." She expressed.
I felt a sense of relief. I'm always used to being in unlucky situations and here I am with the access of two rich people who want to help me with my problems. I was touched and I started telling her everything. I could tell that she had never heard such a crazy story before.
"You could become a bestseller." She exclaimed.
"Yes, I don't know why I stayed so long," I said. I felt liberated sharing my story with this humble soul. She was empathetic and comforting. As I recount my tragic experience with my ex, I could feel my body feeling tense and my eyes filled with water. Amelie pulled me in and hugged me for a long time.
We were in the same position for almost 30 minutes. The alarm went off and she whispered in my ears.
"Sweetie, we need to leave this house in 20 minutes. I have already packed your bags, so you just need to shower and change clothes." She stated.
"Thank you for your kindness to me. I've never felt this much love before, and I appreciate all of it." I said between whimpers.
"You're welcome."
***
I got to Paris with a new sense of self-worth. My conversation with Amelie shifted my confidence from a negative 5 to a 10. I was feeling happy and while my revenge plan for Junior and Gabrielle was high up on my priority list. It wasn't number one right now.
"We are here!" Gabrielle shouted with glee.
"This property is so beautiful," I said.
"Wait until you get inside."
We got out of the car and three guys came to collect our luggage.
"Thank you" Amelie and I said in unison, and we giggled.
"Where is Robert?" I asked.
"He's at the other side of the property," a man said.
"Do we have to walk there?" I asked because my feet were hurting me from walking in heels for 30 minutes.
"I told you to wear something comfortable," Amelie said with concern on her face.
"I don't have anything comfortable. I left my bags with my comfortable shoes at your house." I replied.
"I told you we could turn back for it." She spatted back.
"But we would've missed our flight," I stated.
"If we miss it then we could've booked another."
"You're not going to let me win this, aren't you?"
"Win what?" Amelie asked as if she had no idea.
"Never mind."
"Okay, you could walk without shoes." she stated "I would lend you one of my shoes, but you know you are at least a size 10."
"9 and a half" I corrected.
"I can lend you my sandals, ma'am." The bag person said he was taking them off.
"No, I don't want to do that to you." I stopped him.
"Don't be humble, you can ask for his shirt if you want," Amelie said.
"Really? I'm fine. I can make it in these."
"I'll have my shoe guy come over with shoes your size, so you can choose what you like."
We got into the mansion, and I stood in this massive hallway. It looked like a hotel suite as doors were on either side of the hallway.
"Is this a hotel?" I asked Amelie.
"I guess you can call it that, but only the Richard's family and their workers live here." She answered.
"Wow."
I felt my phone vibrating and I saw Mr Richard calling.
"I just saw you walking in, did you have a good time?" He asked with a soft voice.
"I Did. Amelie is the coolest." I happily said.
"She is, please come to the first room on the left. I'll be waiting."
I took my shoes off and walked to where he was. I looked around and Amelie disappeared. She must've gone into one of the rooms, but I can't tell which one. The rooms all had numbers like hotel rooms.
As I walked to the door and was about to knock, Mr. Richard opened the door and I fell right in front of him.
"Quite the entrance, isn't it?" He chuckled and helped me to stand up.
"Why are you barefooted?" he pointed at my feet.
"Long story, I left my shoes at Amelie's, and I only had the heels that I bought yesterday," I said.
"What's your size?" He asked.
"9 and a half," I said shyly.
"So, 10." He retorted and opened a cabinet that had nothing but Crocs.
"Wow, I wish that I could afford something like this. I love Crocs!
"Of course, you know the owner of Crocs!" I said sarcastically.
"And?" He asked with a confusing glare.
"My feet hurt so badly," I whined.
"Come here." He said with a very demanding yet romantic tone.
I'm not going to read into that. He sat in the chair beside me and put my feet that were walking on the floor on his expensive suit. He started rubbing them one by one. He firmly presses his soft hands around my toe area.
"You do know that this is very unprofessional, right?" I said jokingly.
"I know, but does it matter?" He asked without looking at me.
"I guess it doesn't unless someone walks in..." I replied and Amelie burst into the office.
"Is there something you all want to tell me?" She said with a surprising expression.
"No," I replied and pulled my legs off his lap.
"I can see Sabrina coming back here in 3 months with a baby bump." She replied.
"Hello to you too, Amelie" Mr Richard said and hugged her.
"Hello, Robert. Sabrina is very delightful." She spoke.
"Yes, she is. She never ceases to make her little silly jokes." He replied.
He pulled away from the hug and picked up his phone to call someone.
He spoke in French and then 2 minutes later, a pretty soft-spoken lady came in. She had on a blue pantsuit and her brown skin resembled my own. I was happy to finally see someone of my colour in this building.
She spoke in French and Mr Richard interpreted it. "I'll show you to your room."
"Go with her. I'll call you as soon as I finish discussing business with Amelie."
"Okay," I replied.
I followed the lady, and she told me her name was Kimberly. She didn't say anything after that but showed me the key to open the door and walk away.
The room is more than what I was expecting. I know it would be extravagant but to see a colourful and delightful space with blinds at the windows. There is a King-size bed with a crowned-shaped headboard. The night tables were attached to the wall and appeared to be floating. I saw a button on the wall that marked "TV" and I touched it. Lo and behold, the TV descended from above and asked, "What would you like to watch today?"
"Why isn't everything in French though?" I asked myself.
I took a shower and decided to download Instagram even though I knew what I would be bombarded with. Well, it was worse. My whole apartment is trashed, and he sent a video. I finally confirmed that if I don't retaliate, then he's going to get worse.
I started creating a portfolio. I took screenshots of the messages. I downloaded a call recorder and will document everything.
I called the house phone, and he picked up as if he hadn't ruined my apartment. "Hey, baby," he said.
"Hello, my love," I replied. He was quiet. He was expecting anger, but I'm going to give him something he wasn't expecting.
"Did you see my recent message under junjun823?" he asked.
"I did. You really did a number on my apartment, didn't you?" I said, trying to hold back my anger.
"Yeah, you were ignoring me, and I felt that the only way to get your attention was to make a mess," he said proudly. "Well, you got my attention. Anyway, make sure to lock up when you leave. I'll be back in two days," I said nonchalantly.
"Why aren't you upset? I thought you said it was for the weekend," he shouted. "Yes, but since you damaged my apartment and got me fired, I'm not really in any hurry to get back, you know?" I stated.
"You bitch, you think you have the upper hand? I will destroy you," he screamed in the phone, and I had to move it away from my ear. "Wow, baby, why do you sound so angry? I thought the goal was to ruin me. Go ahead and destroy some more stuff, document it and send it to me," I stated.
"You can't report me, remember? I basically know everybody at the police station," he said as if this was to deter my behaviour.
"Why would I lock up the love of my life? I can't wait to see you in person so we can work this out. You've shown me how much you love me, and all I can do is comply with your wishes," I expressed with a soft voice.
He was quiet for about 30 seconds, obviously trying to wrap his head around why I'm not pissed that he trashed my apartment.
"Are you still there, baby?" I said after the silence was starting to feel deadly.
"Yes, I am. You mean that?" he finally choked up.
'Yes, you are my first and my only,' I confirmed. I suddenly heard a knock on the door. "Who is that?" I shouted.
"It is Robert," Mr. Richard said. So, I decided that I was going to really ruin his morning.
"I'm coming, baby. Let me wrap up this conversation with this idiot," I shouted.
"What? Who are you calling an idiot?" he shouted. I ended the call. Of course, he tried calling me back, but I deleted Instagram and blocked his number. I guessed he didn't find my burner phone or else he would've said it.
I opened the door. "So, I'm baby now?" Mr. Richard laughed. "No, I was just messing with my ex." "Okay, my mother and father are coming, and I want you to call me Robert and pretend that we are actually a couple, and everything. You even have my permission to kiss me."
"Why would I need your permission to kiss my man?" I snapped into character.
He blushed, and that's how I knew that he had a thing for me. "I really was going to use Amelie, but she already told everyone that she is gay, so there goes that," he stated.
"It's okay, Robert. I got you," I confirmed. "Get dressed and wear something nice," he stated.
"I'll wear less, so you can easily take it off afterwards," I flirted.
'Okay, please keep all this for when you are in front of my parents," he laughed shyly.
"You want me to flirt in front of your parents? You naughty boy," I continued. He just hurried up and left.
I walked into his office, and I saw two very tall older persons sitting in the chairs that we sat in earlier, and Robert was in his chair.
They stood together, his dad shook my hand, and his mother gave me a hug while Robert was introducing us.
"Son, you did not say that you were carrying such a beautiful woman here," his dad said.
"Calm down, Rob. I'm still in the room," Claire, his mother, shouted.
"He does know how to pick them," I replied cheekily, and they all laughed. His dad is an older version of him, and his mother looks as young as me, probably got some work done.
"So, the wedding is off because your brother did it again. So I shipped him to rehab for the third time. I'm sorry you wasted your time coming here," Claire stated.
"I spent this morning cancelling all the catering and whatnot." Rob stated "I'm sorry you guys. How is Shani doing?" Robert asked.
"She said that she won't wait for him again because she can't marry an alcoholic who refuses to stop drinking," Rob, his dad, replied. I sat there in silence, and Robert kept looking at me. "Sabrina, have dinner with us," Claire stated.
"She had a long flight, Mother. She needs some rest," Robert informed his parents. "I still need to eat, babe," I replied, and he smiled.
"So, it is settled then," Rob confirmed.
The dinner went by very quickly as they were talking English and French. Amelie sat beside me and told me most of what they said in French. His parents were openly talking about sex, and Robert kept rolling his eyes.
At the end of dinner, Robert walked me to my room.
"I had a fun time tonight," I stated. "I'm glad you did. You should be happy that you cannot speak French because my parents talked about graphic things.
"I know, Amelie told me," I replied, and we stood there in silence. I felt like being bold, so I continued.
"Do I still have your permission to kiss you?" I said shyly and tilted my head down. He lifted my head up and then went in for the kiss.
It was beautiful. Robert slowly caressed my lips with his and glided his finger along my cheek. He then slowly pushed me against the wall and went deeper, gradually putting his tongue in my mouth. I could feel him getting harder by the second, and I could feel myself getting wetter as well. It was clear that we both wanted to fuck each other. The kiss came to an abrupt stop, and I was a bit disappointed, but I didn't want to continue if he didn't want to.
"I have to get up early tomorrow, so I'll see you then," he choked out after taking a deep breath. "Okay," I said shyly and put my hair behind my ears. My heart was beating quickly. "What about not mixing business with pleasure?" I asked. "I don't remember ever saying that" he replied and walked away. I felt this feeling of relief and fear. I felt like this wealthy man wouldn't want more than one night with me, and then my brain was like 'Girl, you left an impression on him.' So
So, I went to bed with my thoughts running around in fairytale land. I go off into a deep sleep.
At around 4:00 am in the morning, I heard knocking on the door.
"Who is that?" I asked.
"Robert." He spoke.
I opened the door.
"I couldn't sleep. I want to take you out on a proper date here before going back, so I pushed our departure to 4:00 pm."
I looked at him. I was stunned as I felt like I'd seen something like this in my dream earlier in the night.
"Robert, I have something to handle back at home. My ex and Gabrielle ruined my life and I have to get revenge." I spoke.
"I wouldn't say they ruined it, they kind of helped us gotten closer." He said with an optimistic glare.
"You get to say that. My nude is on the internet." I sadly retorted.
"No, I actually got someone to hack into the computers at work and delete it from every computer." He confirmed.
'So why didn't you tell me?" I shouted.
"I'm sorry, I wanted to surprise you." He spoke.
I started crying and I was very disappointed in him.
"Well, I'm disappointed and glad," I said.
He hugged me. "I'm going to take care of you. I promise."
"How about I get this fixed with my ex first then we can go on a proper date?" I suggested.
"Or you could just sue him for what he did," he shrugged.
"No, I want to do more than that," I said.
"Well, let me help you." He replied.
I felt safe and I know that I am going to ruin Junior and Gabrielle's life.
"Plus, if you say that I should fire Gabrielle, I will." He stated.
"Not yet. Let me get back to you on this." I said.
He agreed and left.
I started packing as I knew that as my life blossomed, I would be quenched with how I would ruin Gabrielle and Junior, little by little.
To be continued.