Victoria Greene

Reality

The next morning I woke up with a pounding headache and I was sore between my legs. I felt him climb on top of me and Mr. Luciano took me again that morning, the pleasure overrode the pain and he whispered sweet nothings into my ear. I didn't even bother going home that morning because I was supposed to be at work anyway. When he ran a hot bath for me and sat there chatting as I was bathing, I felt like a princess. A black princess and he was my prince. I had never had a man treat me as wonderfully he did. After my bath and breakfast, I put on my uniform and got to work. A felt a small tingle between my legs when I went into the big bedroom remembering the events from last night and this morning. I scrunched up my face in disgust when I saw my blood on the sheets. A part of me was disappointed in myself because I had let my parents down. My father's heart would break if he found out I gave myself to a white man before marriage. His brother, my uncle David was lynched by the Klan after he had an affair with a white woman. A feminine voice broke my train of thought.

"Victoria". I heard Mr. Luciano say.

"Could ya please get Galina some breakfast?". He asked and I looked at the gorgeous woman clinging to him and reality hit me like a ton of bricks. I was just a maid nothing more and she was his woman.

"No problem sir". I said meekly and just like that we were back to formal titles. I heard her giggle and saw him kissing her all over. I bit my lip to stop the sob that threatened to escape my mouth. I took the stairs to the kitchen and went to go inform the cooking staff about Galina's breakfast. When I came back with the food they were necking on the couch and I nearly dropped the plate, they stopped when they heard me come in.

"Ya can put it on the table". He said as he got up from the couch and I complied.

"Do you need anything else sir". I said as he walked up to me standing in front of me. His scent reminded me about how he had been inside of me a few hours earlier.

"No. Galina and I are going to need the room to ourselves today so ya can go home early today". He said with a smirk and a wink and I knew what he meant. How could easily be with another woman when he made love to me a few hours earlier.

"Oh, and I have a gift for ya". He said pulling out something from his pocket.

"Here a birthday gift for last night". He said giving me a ward of cash as winked at me. I didn't know if I was giving me money for my birthday or because of what we did. I urged to throw it in his face however my logic overrode my pride. I had bills to pay, I felt disgusted with myself as I took the money.

"Thank you, sir". I said and he nodded I turned around to go retrieve my stuff.

"I am leaving sir". I said once I had gotten my handbag and jacket. I didn't wait for an answer and I walked to the door.

"Oh, Victoria would ya like it if I asked my driver to take ya home". He asked and I shook my head.

"That won't be necessary but thank you, sir". I replied.

"Are ya sure traffic is pretty heavy today and taxis a few. A jewelry store was hit last night and those pigs are crawlin' all over Manhattan". He said and I internally rolled my eyes when I heard him refer to the police as pigs. My gaze met the diamond necklace on Galina's neck and back to him as he gave me a wink. He was obviously behind this heist.

"Thank you, sir, that would be lovely". I said although I didn't understand what would be the difference since I would be stuck in traffic even if I took his car.

"Good". He said as he picked up the telephone to call someone. A minute later a young olive-skinned man with blue eyes and brown hair came into the room.

"Victoria this is Guissepe and he will drive ya home today". He said.

"Nice to meet ya Ms". He said.

"Oh no please call me Victoria". I said and he nodded before we took our leave. I was seated in the backseat of a vehicle I couldn't afford to dream about never mind own. I watched Guissepe jump over traffic and the officers didn't do anything about it. He said that Mr. Luciano had certain privileges and I knew what he meant. I also suspected that the whole police search thing was a guise and they knew exactly who hit the jewelry store. I arrived at my apartment quicker than ever before. I thanked Guissepe and went into my small dainty Brooklyn apartment and closed the door behind me before I collapsed into a heap of tears that I was holding back. I cried for my lost innocence, I cried for my lost ambitions, for disappointing my family and for a man who could never be fully mine.