NICO
I watched her gaze at me, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes fixed on mine behind her glasses. I found myself wondering what she would look like without those glasses of hers.
The events of this morning took me by surprise, but I'd rather die than admit how much I enjoyed her reaction upon unexpectedly seeing me in my bedroom, completely naked.
Upon returning from my early morning training, I'd carelessly left the door ajar and had promptly undressed, moving to the window to appreciate the view outside.
I hadn't foreseen my new chef walking in on me in such a state.
Now, as her breasts pressed against my chest, a stir of desire awakened within me. Her body felt soft against mine, and her snug-fitting t-shirt did little to conceal those big breasts.
Why did I enjoy holding onto this woman? No this was wrong, this was voodoo.
I immediately relaxed my hold on her, running my fingers through my hair as I gained control of myself.
"The water," I reminded her, sparking her to quickly retrieve it and hand it to me.
"Boss, Simo just arrived," Lorenzo announced as he strolled into the kitchen.
"I'll join him shortly," I responded.
"Bring the boss's breakfast to the dining room when it's ready," I heard Lorenzo instruct her as I walked out.
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"Look who we have here, the notorious Casanova, Nico Ruiz," Simo announced with a smirk, extending his hand as I arrived in the sitting room of my luxurious penthouse.
"A man needs to have fun," I replied as we shook hands.
"You're right, but my wife Vivian would decapitate me if I even thought about it. Not that I would," he added, his eyes sparkling with love for his wife Vivian, a stunning redhead.
Since Simo met and married Vivian, he'd abandoned his playboy lifestyle. Now a father of two, I presumed he felt tied down. He called that 'LOVE'. To me, it seemed more like bondage.
"Lucky she let you out today," I scoffed as I signaled Lorenzo to bring a drink. Vivian always saw me as a bad influence, not that I could blame her, given how the tabloids painted me.
"Oh please, I get out when I want," he shrugged.
"How are the kids?" I asked.
"Good. Liz is having her one-year birthday party in a week, and we're considering a trip to Monaco for a vacation. Let's call it a birthday vacation," he shared.
Liz was their youngest daughter, red-haired just like her mother.
"But that's after our football match the day after tomorrow," he added.
"Ah, the family man," I teased. "Thank God I can do what I want," I added.
"You're insuffer-"
The sound of approaching footsteps interrupted him as my chef walked in. I let my gaze linger on her just long enough to not be too obvious.
"Good day, sir," she greeted Simo, who replied in kind, then she turned to me, head bowed as usual.
"Your breakfast is ready, sir. It's on the dining table," she informed me.
"Thank you," I responded tersely, watching as she walked away, my eyes lingering on her swaying hips.
'Dios ayúdame- she was tempting. I wonder how her ass would look like when it bounced on my Cock'
"I thought you didn't fancy black people, Nico," Simo's voice pulled me back to reality.
"I don't," I responded with a grimace.
"Yet, you were staring at her as a lion stares at raw meat" he contradicted.
"Believe me, Simo, her presence repulses me. I can't stand being near her. The color of her skin disgusts me, I feel like throwing up whenever she is close by. I'm praying Coach Manuel finds a way to move her out of my house," I countered. "She was sent over from the league headquarters. Lorenzo requested a volunteer, but they sent someone I can't stand to be around," I added.
"Nico, that sounds awfully prejudiced. You need to tone it down," Simo retorted. "Why do you have such animosity towards black people, Nico?"
"I'm not being prejudiced, I just can't stand being around them. That's all," I defended. "Anyway, enough about that. How have you been?" I redirected the conversation to avoid further discussion on the matter.
As we continued, my thoughts drifted back to Ehi. I couldn't understand why she affected me so much, but I wasn't about to let anyone in on that. Could it be some African voodoo at work? I needed to get her out of my house quickly.
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EHI
"...her presence repulses me. I can't stand being near her. The color of her skin disgusts me, I feel like throwing up whenever she is close by." I overheard him telling his friend, as I was just about to reenter the living room to collect the napkin I'd accidentally left behind.
Overwhelmed by his cruel words, I fled the room, clutching my chest.
My heart felt like it was splintering into a million pieces. I didn't deserve such harsh treatment. How could he despise me to such an extent when I had done nothing to him? I rushed to my bedroom, taking the kitchen stairs to avoid being seen. As I reached my room, I collapsed into tears. I couldn't decide if I was crying because I had a stupid crush on him and he despised me, or because he was repulsed by my nearness.
"I can't believe that stupid man. He had the audacity to make me cry. " I said while sobbing. "Nico Ruiz, mark my words, you won't like the person I become because of this. I despise you. Oh God, help me. I'll make you so frustrated that you won't be able to recover from it, ozuor" I declared as I wiped away my tears.
My heart felt a painful combination of humiliation and unrequited emotions. Although I had the strong urge to pack my things and leave, I knew I couldn't. I couldn't bear the thought of returning home as a disappointment. I came here to prove that I could succeed, and I would. I would suppress my feelings, pretending not to know what was wrong. However, as I looked at my reflection in the mirror in my room, I couldn't deny that reality had dealt me a harsh blow.
I wanted to reach out to Amaka and confide in her about what was happening, but I didn't want to burden her. I was sure she already had her own issues to deal with back in Nigeria, and I didn't want to add to her stress.
Sighing, I undressed and headed to the bathroom. I needed to immerse myself in warm water, perhaps to calm my nerves. I rarely got angry, but this situation had pushed me to the limit.
I was determined to show Nico, who thought he was superior, that he couldn't treat me poorly. The infatuation I had once felt for him had now been replaced with anger and resentment. He held no significance in my life anymore. He was a racist, and I absolutely detested racists.
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