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With that, I turned and left Alessandro in the kitchen with Gretchen and another staff that happened to enter as I was just leaving.
Waking up the next day, I was really looking forward to my talk with Alessandro. I had called my boss to inform her of my possible absence and she accepted my apology for such short notice.
"I'll just take it out of your pay, anyways. No loss." I could feel her usual smile over the phone.
Opening the door, I almost screamed my heart out.
"Jesus Christ!" I forgot my religious orientation. "How much privacy can a girl get in here?" I queried Alessandro who was standing at the door entrance like a brooding demon, waiting to be delivered his first victim of the day for breakfast.
And he still had those ridiculous shades!
"How long have you been here?" I asked, understanding that my first question sounded too rhetorical, and he must've thought it so.
"It doesn't matter," he croaked.
"Before anything, I want you to understand that when I said we'd find some ways to make you useful. I didn't mean it in that sense." His fists were clenched by his sides and when he saw me notice them, he quickly unclenched them.
"Okay. And this couldn't wait till we had our talk?" I was still confused why he needed to be such a creep.
"No. It should've been yesterday. I understand you were angry. You have every right to have been. My actions and words were inexcusable. I'm very sorry."
Okay. Wait a second. I chuckled a little and tried to wrap my head around the mild confusion that plagued my mind. I was going to say this one out.
"I'm sorry. Did you rehearse this?"
He didn't answer. Instead, I could see a rose tinting his cheeks.
"You did, didn't you?" I started to laugh.
Looking at him through my fit of laughter, I saw the hint of a smile on his rose-tinted cheeks.
Chapter 24
The talk went better than I thought it would; I guessed it was because Alessandro still had something he was sorry about. He tried his best to agree to everything that was possible for him to agree about...except allowing me to connect a PS5 to the Titan Zeus television in the inbuilt theater somewhere in the lower levels of the house.
What a waste of a $1.6 million viewing and gaming experience.
I got him to agree to me leaving the house and coming back whenever I liked (which is basically fundamental human rights but...) thus helping me preserve my job with Amanda Collen - my boss. This also meant that I could go out and be with my friends on the outside as much as I liked. Carlos was going to be so pleased. We genuinely thought we'd be seeing each other for the last time.
The only condition he had was if Artemis was with me, we had to be accompanied by a bodyguard. Even though I wasn't into the idea, I had to give into his paranoia not really knowing what thedangershe continued to stress was all about and not wanting to call his bluff. He lost two of the most important people in his life in one day. I'll give him the benefit of the doubt on this one.
Life fell into some kind of natural sync for me. Like it never changed, and this further proved my discovery for me. As long as I felt safe, comfortable, I was home and that meant a lot to me, seeing that my daughter felt that peace as well. As the days and weeks passed, I felt cringier and cringier.
Now, even my one-night stands were impossible. I had this gnawing feeling every time that no matter where I was, I needed to be back for my daughter by a specific time and that time was too early for the sexual feeding demons I so desired to come out. Leaving me with the plague of constant ache in my center, especially being surrounded with so many men...and seeing Alessandro around so often.
Thus, the most vivid help for me was none other than my favorite bottle. Bulleit was the only thing that understood me. It had no mouth...no way for me to communicate with it, so I gave it mine. And it ministered wholesomely to my throat, belly and most importantly, mybrain.
Maybe I should have stopped after the first two glasses.
Pfft. Of course not.
As usual, she called out to me. Every time. Longing for a conversation. One that was so deep and vile...and intriguing so much so that I would eventually get so entangled in the convo; I'd begin to speak her language. One that very few could understand. It wasn't a surprise that they'd try to suppress me and put me to sleep faster than normal, like I was a child.
Heh. It was their loss, because the conversation was an extremely tiring one as well, the roller coaster rides we were through was enough to put me in the mood to close my eyes and not want to open them for quite a while.
"Sweetheart," Mrs. Ricci's calm voice made me jump. It was the middle of the night, goddamn.
"What are you doing?" she asked gently. I looked at my outstretched hand and looked at her, then quickly retracted my hands from the bottle it stretched out to get.
