Poison

Chapter Eight

I patiently sit, legs crossed waiting for him to open up his mouth to say something that will nine out of ten probably piss me off. But let's keep hope alive.

Or try at least.

I mean it happens every time I see him. He says something that offends and or aggravates me. I snap. He makes the stupid "bwa-what did I say now?" face and I refrain from attacking him. Which then causes a fight and so on so forth. You've seen it.

I bring my attention back to the beautiful angelic imbecile sitting across from me. He's just staring off into space, eyes glued on me as if I murdered his mother.

His mother.

Rosetta Juliana Laurentis.

Beautiful woman. Terrible attitude.

I remember a lot of awkward evenings at their home. Quiet dinners. Over dramatized arguments between her and Rogelio.

Images of my father begin to invade all those vivid flashbacks and I immediately flip the switch. Just like that I'm back sitting face to face with Laurentis himself.

I exhale deeply and scratch my scalp. This visit has already brought back unwanted feelings and horrendous trip down memory lane. Can he just get to the point?

He just sits. Staring. What the hell is he in such deep thought about?

I thought he was just pausing for dramatic effect.

I twitch and readjust my left leg across my right trying to get the blood flowing again while folding my arms, clearly showing signs of irritation, his eyes now moving, tracks my every move trailing slowly from my legs to my arms, his eyes linger a little while on my breasts. And finally he reaches my face.

"Mr.Laurentis, I'm very sure you of all people are a busy man as I am a busy woman. Precious time is being wasted as we speak. If there is nothing meant to be said here, I will gladly take my leave, let you get back to what you were doing. Enjoy the rest of your day." I turn to get up when an abrupt slap ricochets off the desk causing me to fly back into my seat.

Fail.

Through clenched teeth I gesture for him to continue.

He nods showing no emotion as usual, laying the belt across the desk before clearing his throat to speak.

"I am sure you are wondering why I called you in today-" my incredulous look cuts him off, but he exhales deeply and continues.

"I know that being cooped up in this house hasn't  been the easiest and I am partly at fault for that-",

"Ya think.." I whisper under my breath.

Before I can blink the belt whips down in front of me cutting my vision in half.

"LET ME FINISH," I stare in complete fear and shock.

What's turned into him? He's never yelled at me like that before.

"I'm s-sorry," I whisper not making eye contact.

He sits back running his hands through his hair resting his forearm over his eyes while the belt just dangles over the chair.

"What I was saying trying to say is I want to make you a proposal." He drags out the last part as if I'm wasting his time.

"O-okay..." I can't help but stutter. I've never seen him like this. So stressed?

"What would you say to coming home with me? I have a-"

"No." That was easy.

"No?" He quickly sits up repositioning himself making his chair squeak. His mouth still in the form of an o.