CHAPTER TEN
EDWARD'S POV
"Why are you here?" I asked in perplexed confusion, giving her a suspicious look
In reply, she looked down at her shoes trying to evade the question.
"I asked a question and I demand an answer," I commanded, already losing my cool.
The sadness of my mom's ill health and the hopelessness of my admiration for Roxanne summed up to produce a fierce anger in me.
Noticing my fierce look, she began to find suitable words to explain her situation
"My dad just passed on this afternoon," she replied, breaking down in tears.
I immediately felt pity for her. I could understand the pain because we both were in the same shoes.
"Oh, I'm so sorry for your loss. You shouldn't have ran when I called unto you," I admonished softly, trying to diminish the tear flow from her eyes.
More tears fell before she replied hoarsely "I didn't want you to see my tears"
I smiled and gave out a calm reply, "Crying isn't a weakness. It's proof of how strong you've been"
She sniffed in tears and catarrh and gave out a warm smile of appreciation.
"It's okay, you can go home now. Go home and be strong," I consoled, wishing her a splendid evening.
As she walked away from the company's environment, my mind produced a dangerous suspicion that some of the things she said did not add up.
For one, when I pulled the mask from her nose there were no tear streaks, no teary eyes and no running nose. Why then did she claim to have been crying?
AT DERA'S HOUSE
DERA'S POV
I watched as Selena tried on the third dinner gown, and wore a look of disappointment as it didn't fit her properly
How could it fit her? When I was extremely curvy and she was not. Well, she did have some curves but there just weren't as magnificent as mine.
"I don't think that will do," I said, dissuading her from putting on my sky-blue dinner gown. No! She wasn't allowed to touch that.
That dress was left for me to wear for a date with the CEO of NattCom company, my boss. Hopefully, he'd notice me one day, and ask me out on a date.
"Why?" she asked, bringing my attention back to the dress
"It won't just fit you. Try on something else," I took in her flickering blue eyes jealously. I couldn't let her put on a sky-blue dress for fear of her outshining my beauty.
She sighed deeply and dropped the dress. She wasn't one to argue my decisions.
"But you can put on the black gown, it'll bring out the color of your eyes," I suggested. Black was her favorite—or what I made as her favorite.
In contrast to hers, pink was my favorite color. I had taken care to furnish my home with pink-colored furniture, bedding and curtains. This was done as a reminder of the fact that I was elegant and alluring.
"What about Richard?" She asked coyly, sifting through the many conversation topics and grasping the one that dealt firmly with romance.
Richard was a one-night stand guy for me. I never truly saw him as a human being, just some animal that I could use to satisfy my sexual pleasure.
He was indeed handsome but that was only on the face for it scarcely extended to his pockets.
"Oh! Richard? He's there, alive," I replied nonchalantly.
I was only interested in handsome rich guys. So poor guys had no choice but to be used as mere play toys by me.
She wriggled her hands nervously before proceeding to spill the main reason for mentioning Richard.
"Can I date him"? she asked in a soft innocent voice
"Of course, you're free," I said calmly, not the least suspicious of her movement. Richard was just a toy, so I had the right to use him and pass him to my maid.
"But he still loves you," she continued
Good! It was good that Richard still loved me. It meant that I could still control him when and how I deem fit.
Noticing that Selena's eyes were still on me pointing to the fact that she needed a response; I gave her one "But I don't like him back. I like someone else". I liked Edward Nathan and She knew it.
I was prepared to kill anyone who ever got into a romantic relationship with him. I was indeed dangerously obsessed with him
"I truly think that Mr. Edward has feelings for Roxanne," she said pitifully. Knowing the danger Roxanne had put herself in by allowing herself to be admired by the CEO
I gave out a sly smile before replying "Not at all. Whatever they feel for each other, won't stand the test of time," I tried not to take the information to heart.
Of course, Roxanne was due to learn a very painful lesson from me; I couldn't let her always have her way. If possible, I could make Roxanne's job as a cleaner, terminate in death.
"And... Sandra Mich is still a threat. She now has the liberty to visit the CEO at will," she continued, not at all interested in dropping the conversation topic.
My blood boiled furiously at the thought of Sandra's lips on Edward's. The thought of her blazing red lips on Edward's baby pink lips was nauseating in itself, not to mention their slow moans of ecstasy in the other room.
"That rich spoilt brat!! How dare she?" I clenched my fist. "But Selena," I threw her a look to kill "I told you to bring concrete evidence to me, why didn't you bring them?" I asked just as I simultaneously made a mental note to include Sandra Mich among the list of people who needed to be taught serious life-threatening lessons
Sandra Mich was spoilt. She was over-pampered, over-petted and overly free. She was free to do what she liked; she was defiant and had always gotten what she wanted.
I had nothing against her, aside from some flippant jealous thought. But now she was erasing the faint line between life and death, and trespassing dangerously into a burning fury.
"Well, the instruction came by yesterday and I was on my way here when I saw Sandra Mich's car driving into Mr. Nathan's compound," she replied, after taking a few seconds to produce a good and reliable excuse. She knew better than to disobey my order, or to delay acting on it.
I was about to give out a stern warning to her when the doorbell rang and interrupted my sermon.
"Go check who it is," I ordered
She took slow uncertain steps out the room to the entrance door.
"Who's there?? I heard her say in a terrified voice"
"Just use the peephole to check who it is," I said, lifting myself from the bed and walking down to the entrance door, very disgusted at her fright.
"Who is it?"
Selena gasped before giving a reply laced with worry
"It's Tarella, and she doesn't look too well"