The wedding night

Episode 6-personal assistant

Giovanni POV

Waking up around one a.m due to insomnia had been a routine in my life but, the woman I encountered yesterday made it worst.

I woke up with a gasp. sweat drips down my face even with the air condition in the room. I stared at the ceiling, unable to stand up from the bed because I was weak by the dream I just had

It was that woman's voice. The woman whose face I couldn't see in the dream.

"Let's me go! Let me go!!. Franklin, Franklin." That was what she had said in the dream.

I blinked and thought about who the woman in my dream was. I turned to the left side of my king-sized bed and grabbed a pill that was laying on the desk.

Mustering all the strength inside of me, I stood up from the bed and walked to the bathroom. I emptied all the pills into my WC and flushed them.

"Stupid doctors with their stupid prescriptions"

The pills were prescribed for my insomnia but, it was useless to me. It didn't help my sleeping disorder. The nightmares kept coming and getting worse.

I turned on my faucet and washed my face. When I was done, I stared at my reflection in the mirror. My eyes looked emotionless like there was no life in them. I touched the back of my bare neck where a scar from burns ran down to my bare left shoulder. The scars were fading but the memories didn't.

The scar reminded me that I was a survivor of second-degree burns. The worst thing was that I couldn't remember what started the fire or how I got to the scene.

I stared at my reflection for a while before walking out of the bathroom. I walked to my closet and grabbed a shirt. I wore the shirt and left my room down to my grand stairs into my study room.

My study room was the only place in my house that kept me sane. I grabbed a book titled nightmares from the wooden shelf that was inside the study room. I sat on the brown leather couch and opened the book to read. Soon, my nose was buried into the book.

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When I got to the company around 9 a. m that morning, I met the security guards arguing with a petite and dark-haired woman. I didn't need anyone to tell me who the woman was because I knew it was Melinda or Monica. I couldn't even really remember her name.

I walked to them and spoke with the security guards.

"What the hell is going on? "I asked with my anger building inside of me. They were creating a scene and it was one of the things I hated.

Melinda or Monica pointed to the security guards to explain.

"This same woman claims to be your assistant. Should I call the cops sir?" One of the security asked.

I waved my hand at him and turned to face Melinda or Monica. The woman looks like trouble itself. The reason why I had made her my assistant was to find out why she called me her husband.

Melinda or Monica smiled at me like I was the best thing in her life but instead I glared at her. I eyed her from her eye down to her foot because I was disgusted at her outfit. She wore a plain black skirt that had three visible holes. A yellow camisole and a black blazer that was too big for her petite size. She didn't even wear shoes instead she wore a pair of brown sandals that's looks like Pharaoh's sandals.