A Twisted Tale

White Hot Jealousy

Valerio's POV

I was sitting in the office with my head buried in the contract when I heard a knock on the door. When I gave permission to come in and looked up, my irritation was replaced with one of attention when I saw that it was my P.I. "Hello Mr. Moretti. You asked me to inform you if anything was of concern back in London and my men came back with something. I'm sure this is a cause for concern." He said as he pulled out an envelope from his jacket. When he handed it over to me, I didn't expect much but on seeing the photos, I was seething.

Meera was pinned to the wall with her legs wrapped around Mark's torso. They were locked in a passionate kiss. I looked at the photo for a whole minute thinking of having Mark's warm blood on my hands for touching my woman. I looked up and asked "Who else knows?" For which he replied "Just my most trusted men and I, sir. And they are paid heftily to keep secrets. They know that this job comes with certain risks and that includes losing their lives if a secret comes out through them." I nodded my head and asked him to meet me back in an hour.

I was seeing red by the time the investigator left the office. I smashed a vase with such force that my assistant came running into the office. I didn't care about the scene I was creating as I bellowed her to get out of the office. I took my time to calm down and when I did, I thought about what to do next. While was contemplating about it, I received a call from Meera. I took a deep breath and kept the anger out of my voice as I spoke to her. When she told me that she wanted to talk, I was certain that she would talk about last night.

Despite having enough work to do, my mind was preoccupied with the thoughts of Meera and Mark and their damned kiss. I was insecure about losing her. It took me forever to get her to trust me enough to let her guard down. And now we were moving along the path that I drew for us. One incident as massive as this would be the doom of our relationship, if Meera realises what she feels for him. I had to stop.that realisation from seeping in. If she were to scrutinize every nook and cranny of her heart, she would find nothing but love for Mark. And that would undo all my hard work. With renewed determination, I called up Papa and asked him if he was free to head out for lunch.

"This is an unfortunate setback. But we will have to device a solution for this and we have to be very discreet. You order lunch and I'll come up with a perfect plan meanwhile." said papa. By the time our lunch arrived, papa had come up with the plan. When he told me about it, I smiled at him and said "Thanks a lot papa. There would be no going back if Mark were to make that move. But what if he doesn't? What do I do then?" I asked. "If he doesn't physically assault you, then you do it yourself." He shrugged and continued to say "Meera is angry with herself and she is angry with Mark. You can use that against their friendship but your timing should be right. One mistake and she will be out of your grip. Make sure you don't let that happen." Said papa. I nodded my head in agreement and immediately called up my assistant to make travel arrangements to London.

I called up Mark as soon as I got back to London and asked him where he was. It was my lucky day since he was still in his apartment. I gave the directions to my driver and waited impatiently for the ride to complete. When I got up to his floor, I knocked on the door and waited for him to answer. I felt a twinge of pity on seeing him but it was gone as quickly as it came. I punched him square in the jaw as I stepped in.

He was caught off guard because he stumbled back and rubbed his jaw. I caught him by his collar and yelled "That was for laying your filthy hands on my girl. And this, is for breaking her trust." I said as I punched him once again. He didn't even put up a fight which was disappointing. I needed him to fight me back for my plan to succeed. And jealousy was just the weapon I had to use. "Tell me Mark. Did she moan like she is on fire? Did she beg for more? Did she scream out loud when she was in the throes of passion? Because she certainly does that when it's me touching her." That did the trick. He whirled around and punched me once. "Don't you dare talk about her with disrespect!" When I laughed, he kept pulling up punches and I didn't defend. I wanted myself to look like shit while going back home. Once I was sure that I looked shitty enough, I pushed him away and said "I will talk whichever way I please. Besides, she's with me and not you. Stay away from her Mark. She is mine and mine alone. If I see you loitering around her ever again, I'll set myself to the task of disappearing you from the face of this Earth. Heed my warning." I said seriously and walked out of the door.

If Meera were to see me looking like this, she would undoubtedly believe every word coming out of my mouth. And Meera was known to be short fused. Now all I had to do was use this anger of hers against their friendship. With that finality on my mind, I went home.