Black Beauty - The Arrogant Billionaire

Chapter 3

Yve de Paula...



It would be tempting, but never with Arthur Ribeiro. It's not enough to have to put up with his hypocritical speech at the end of the year. Even at a distance, I was angry just listening to him.

"Driver, could you please stop at the next corner?" I ask even though I know it's wrong, but the fatigue consumed me and it would cost the driver nothing.

"The point is further ahead, lady, I can only stop there." Thick.

Actually the driver is not rude, he was just doing his job properly. The clueless one is me, the fatigue of working in that factory makes me like this. To complete the toil, the term "canned sardines" does justice every time I need to get off the bus. I always look for the seats closest to the door, even so it is inevitable a butt-to-butt scuffle.

On the walk home, I thought again about Rob's proposal and all that came to mind was that it could be with another executive, not with Arthur misogynist Ribeiro. The cash would be welcome, putting up with that being, is that not.

I entered the house and came the vision of Eva's atoa as always stripped on the couch, watching series. I looked to my right towards the kitchen and the dishes up to the ceiling.

"Are you waiting for dinner to wash? Clearly the dishes from breakfast and lunch are there." I come in complaining, because I really couldn't put up with this kind of quiet thing.

She looks at me with a face of few friends, thinking she is right. - I'll wash up in a minute, boss. - She replies petulantly. - Now I'm resting.

I had to let out a sarcastic smile. "Resting! From what? From being in paradise Eva, would you like an apple?"

Without a shred of shame on her face, Eva gives me another cross answer. "Instead of worrying about my life, why don't you go and see Jader? My mother spent the whole afternoon inside a medical center with her son."

When I heard that, I left her in the living room and went to my room. As soon as I ran in, my mother put her index finger over her mouth to ask for silence. She got up from the edge of the bed where my little boy was sleeping peacefully and pushed me out of the room.

Our house was simple and small, at least there were two bedrooms. I shared the smaller one with my son and my mother shared the other with my sister. Wanting to talk in private, Mrs. Irene guided me to her room and we went in to talk.

"Stomach pains again? I ask, bringing the process forward."

"Yes, don't look like that now he's fine, the medication in the vein is almost instant relief."

"You should have warned me, Mom."

"What for? Just for the pleasure of making you nervous? We agreed, you work and Eva and I take care of the house and Jader." Actually, I meant I work and you take care of everything else, right? Eva is useless, you had to leave this afternoon, there are dishes up to the ceiling in the sink and no one making dinner.

I pour all my indignation into words, it was absurd for a 25-year-old woman to want nothing from life like Eva. My father had to be alive to see his masterpiece. I got pregnant at 16 and he threw me out of the house. He always made a point of throwing it in my face that while I was nursing a child, my sister would be a doctor.

"And guess who's close to a doctorate?"

"Daughter, don't worry about Eva, let me get along with her."

I really had much more important things to worry about than my sister's stupid face. "And the endoscopy with biopsy, did you manage to schedule it?"

"There's still no room, but I had an idea." I pulled out the chair from the sewing cabinet between the single beds and sat down to listen. "I had been researching a reasonable to good health plan. At Jader's age, it costs less than R$200. If we stop paying the TV installment, we can afford the plan."

At the same moment I disagreed. "Your name will be in bad standing, Mom. Besides, these plans usually have a waiting period and depending on the time it is better to wait for the SUS."

"I don't care about the name, my grandson's health is the most important thing now. I researched, to do this exam that Jader needs, there are three months of grace and for consultation with a child gastro it is only 30 days."

"In that case it is really worth it." I confirm. "The pet is 7 months waiting for this exam by SUS and the gastro we only have every 90 days."

"Does this mean that my idea is approved?"

"In part, I don't think you should dirty your name. Maybe I have the solution to pay off the TV and also advance some health insurance bills."

"How?" My mother frowns and asks curiously.

"I'll explain it to you later. If I want it to work, I have to hurry.

In front of my mother, I take my cell phone out of my pocket and start looking for Rob's contact in the address book.

The situation was necessary, I would swallow my pride and if there was still time, I would accept Rob's proposal. As my colleague said, I dress up as Betty, the ugly one and surely that imbecile will not know me, even because we spoke directly only once.

Rob's cell phone was giving me a second line, I was going to hang up, I hate it when I'm talking to someone on the phone and a third person insists on another call. Surprisingly he answered before I ended the call.

"If you're calling me it's because you're going to accept my proposal." He says excitedly.

"Yes, but I have conditions."

"Send it."

"I want five hundred more, so we can close at four thousand. Total freedom to use the salon today and tomorrow, as there is little time to get ready, today I will only bleach the tips of the Black and moisturize, tomorrow I return to do the other procedures."

"What a demanding woman!"

"I never want you to tell me who I really am."

"You can be sure of that. If Arthur Ribeiro finds out that one of his ostentatious models lives in Penha and is actually a production assistant at his factory, we'll both be on the street."

"I can imagine. The name won't lie at all. Just say my name is Paula Rosendo. And don't forget to tell him, I don't do a show."

"None of them do, they're just escorts." He replies cynically.

"I know, of course."

"Hurry up, don't forget you have to be sexy and elegant, you won't show up as a super executive covering up your... your... your attributes."

"I'll be sexy, but I don't need to show my breasts and ass for that."

"If you say so. Where can the Boss pick you up at 8pm?"

"8pm! I have a little more than two hours to do my hair and buy a dress. It's almost impossible."

"If you'd accepted my offer earlier, you'd have more time." He complains.

"Tell you what, I'll go to the institute now, already showered. While I do my hair, I choose the outfit via the messaging app, I go to the mall and pick up the outfit and wear it right there and your "Si Ou" picks me up in the parking lot at 8:30 pm "

"No, it has to be at 8pm."

"I can't do it at 8pm, I'd better call someone else."

"No... that's right. At 8:30pm, don't be late." He warns me. "If you're late the man will be sour."

"All right! Now do the pix."

When I disconnected the call my mother had an expression of astonishment looking at me. "It's nothing like you think."

"I heard and understood, but do you really think your boss won't try to push the envelope."

"If he's a r****t, I won't be reluctant to stay alive and then throw him in jail. If he's not, as many times as Arthur Ribeiro tries, I'll say no and that's fine."

The little noise I needed to hear rang on my cell phone, showing that the pix had arrived. I showed it to my mom, happy as can be. In the end I can still enjoy a bit of my boss's face.

I was starting to like this story. I went to the bathroom to take a shower, put on a soft fabric dress, so it would be easy to fold and put in my bag when I change at the mall. I put on the suede scapin, I had to pray that Eva wouldn't be in the room when I went by, because she would make a case for me wearing her new shoes. The selfish one would not understand that it is one less money that I will not have to spend, I will buy an outfit that matches her scarpin.

I called the app driver, luckily when he pointed out on the screen that the car was on my street, Eva was in the room, so I was able to leave without her seeing. I arrived at the mall, the good thing is that for which I came, there is a unit of the beauty institute and it was there that I did a bleaching on the tips of the black and the most expensive hydration of which they have to offer. Black Beauty, offers almost all beauty services, this already helped me to leave the institute with makeup and nails done, in addition to the hair beyond perfect.

I went to the boutique, the off light jumpsuit I chose and paid for by the messaging app, was already properly ironed. Helpful, the saleswoman came to help me to the screen. From the front, the piece was just elegant, first cut and fit my body perfectly. The extravagance of the jumpsuit was in the back, the neckline that it had reached my tailbone, leaving my back completely naked.

The saleswoman had good taste, I asked for a necklace of these African styles very heavy to give a contrast in the neutral color of the jumpsuit. The woman brought me what I asked for, but came up with another option that I liked better, a necklace with a pendant on the back, on the front it was a choker very close to the neck. I chose the letter P pendant and finally I was ready.

I walked through the mall in a hurry, Rob sent me several messages "Si Ou", he was impatiently waiting for me in the parking lot, I was only five minutes late, "what is five minutes?"

Ok until I get there, it will be ten.

Let him wait in discipline, or leave. I've done my part and he won't get his money back. He will still do me a favor by sparing me from his unbearable presence.

I finally took the elevator that would drop me off at the VIP parking lot, and as soon as the metal door opened, I came face to face with Arthur and his arrogance. He was about a hundred meters away from me, talking on his cell phone, I could bet it was with Rob. As I approached, he put the device in his jacket. Instead of getting in his car and leaving for the appointment he was in a hurry for, he stood there looking at me with a fierce expression.

"Good evening!" I tried to break the ice. "Aren't you going to open the door, sir?"

"Good evening, my! You've been an old-fashioned lady," he replied debauchedly. "I'm sorry about that, I'm used to the equal rights feminists, they don't care about that kind of treatment.