Carlos POV
"Mom am sorry please don't hurt me anymore." I hide under the table to dodge the wrath of the whips.
"You fucking idiot, you repel me that's why your father died he could not take it anymore. Having you as a child is death sentence." My mother's words cut me real deep and I sob uncontrollably.
"Am sorry am not self confident, am sorry am sick with this disease, am sorry dad died because of me. I will join him soon though and lastly mom am sorry am your child." I whisper all this between sobs.
"What are you saying?" She squat and grabs my ankle and drag me from under the table. I scream when the whip connects to my back again.
I shot up from my bed covered in sweat. That damn dream again, if only it was a dream.
"The dream again sir?" Samuel, my butler asks while handing me my rob.
"Yes Samuel it's the damn dream again." I sigh and ran my fingers on my face.
"Am always here to remind you that it wasn't your fault your father died. It was an accident but Samantha needed someone to blame."
He assures this for me like he always do every morning when I wake up. He's the only one who truly knows my past and the only friend I have ever break down in front of.
"I know Samuel but I was eleven and I needed my mother when paps died. She... She just... Oh my God..... I...."
I could not finish my statement. Because even though my mother did so much to me I could not hate her, not before not now not ever. She died of depression when I was fourteen and the last word she said to me was that she hated me, only I told her I loved her and always will.
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This party is boring as fuck. I don't get why you have to dress all nice and well to come stand and talk about your businesses, you have a fucking office for that.
"Carlos darling, when my dad said he invited you I didn't think you would come. Am so glad you are here my love." Clair seductively says to me.
Ok so this was boring but it has turn to fucking boring. Instead of looking at Claire's blue eyes I'd rather look at Cynthia's emerald green eyes and her blond hair, that curvy shape, oh those full pink lips, oh Cynthia is one sexy mama.
"....... My wedding proposal day." Claire finishes her sentence with a light chuckle. So I heard nothing and am going to make it known.
"Whatchu say?" I ask very innocently. Her face turns to that of anger and am about to burst out laughing. See Claire and her father had obnoxious idea that I should marry her to boost my business, the problem is am rolling in billions and if you look at it well they are the ones who will benefit from that absurd idea, and to top it all off Claire is a Barbie doll, all caked up in make up and wear princess dresses. C'mon bitch whatchu see me as? Ken?
"I have been talking all this while about us and you weren't even paying attention? What were you day dreaming about?" She asks in anger.
"Me. He was day dreaming about the blissful night we had yesterday. How I tugged his hair when I reach my peek his following shortly, how he shouted my name when he found out how tight I was. He was dreaming about this sexy bitch." Cynthia answers her question. And how I wish everything she said was true. Bitch thank you very much for planting that image in my head.
"You are screwing around and we are engaged? How could you Carlos?" Claire asks in a hurt tone.
"Look Claire you are a beautiful girl," lie, "and you will get the man that truly deserves you, but it's not me. I have someone else and she's the one am planning to marry." I politely say.
"Her, she's not your class." She looks at Cynthia with a distasteful gaze and am done with her.
I offer Cynthia my arm and she takes it, I start walking her away from Claire and the crowd and she throws Claire a smirk. I chuckle lightly and shake my head. This girl will be the death of me.
"So what are you doing here princess?" I grab a flute of champagne and give it her.
"It's not good to be day dreaming about me you know." She takes a swing from her champagne. I only smirk in response because I couldn't deny that I wasn't.
"I came here for the governor, his son is causing me trouble and the governor is a good friend of mine. So I was giving him the chance to deal with his own son." I just nod.
"So about what you said to Claire can we put it to practical?" I ask and the look she gives me want to make me laugh.
"You pervert, I was saving your ass not planting...... " she trail off once she realised that exactly what she did.
"No planting......?" I ask with an amused look on my face.
"Shut up." She breaks into a smile. She looks so beautiful when she smiles. I wonder what hurt her in the past to make her this cold.
"So about next time on our date can we ummh make it now?" This party is so boring.
"Sure am done with the governor anyway." She finishes her champagne and we are about to leave but I hear Claire shouting my name. I should fuck this bitch once and for all, she acts like she's sexually frustrated with me.
"You're just going to leave?" She asks with furrowed brows.
"No am going to announce it in the national television that am leaving." Cynthia smirk at her and I stare at her with a blank face.
"Just so you know, you will get tired of her and come back to me. We belong together Carlos. And as for you I will put you in your place." She points at Cynthia.
"You mean by his side, oh why thank you." She mocks a bow and smirk at her again.
We take the elevator and head to the roof. From here we can see the whole city and it's really peaceful.
"So tell me about you Cynthia."
Picture of Claire is right up
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RomantikEveryone has a past, everyone has a reason to have walls built around them, so it's not a surprise really when Carlos meet a closed off Cynthia with walls built so high. Falling in love with a ghetto leader is not the best choice Carlos has made but...
