Fear me

Why Are You So Cruel? Because I Hate You

Adriano

I woke up with her back pressed to my chest. Equal parts of me wanted to push her off and embrace her tighter. I knew she was awake her breathing changed. I slowly got out of bed and went to take a shower. I got out and noticed Catalina wasn't there. I got dressed and headed outside. I looked around and still didn't see her. I walked towards the doors and saw her sitting by the pool. One leg dangled in the water and her eyes were glued to the sky. I coughed to get her attention.

"Oh, sorry, I wanted to give you some privacy," Catalina said nervously.

"You could have joined me," I joked. Her face went pale.

"No, I couldn't," she insisted.

"You are my wife and as I said before you should be fulfilling your wifely duties," she suddenly stood up.

"I am going to go take a shower," she said as she ran inside.

I got on my laptop and started watching some surveillance footage. I always loved knowing where my enemies were and what they were doing. I saw something very suspicious and got on the phone immediately with my father.

"It looks like Oscar is planning something," I told my father. "

"What do you mean?" my father asked.

"He is in Brasil, he is contacting everyone that use to be in favor or loyal to Nicolau," I explained to him.

"What are they planning?" he asked.

"Not sure yet but I will find out," I told him.

Catalina came outside to read her book by the pool. I guess this was a good a time as any.

"Catalina," I said as I sat next to her by the pool. I looked her over. She was wearing a white swimsuit coverup. It was a plunging neckline so I could see her breast poking out. It only tied below her breast so her bottom was exposed. Her long legs were crossed. She really was an interesting beauty.

"What's wrong?" I bet she was surprised. I decided to get right to it.

"Do you know an Oscar Silva?"

"Um, no," she said plainly. I couldn't tell if she was lying.

"Let me help you," I said. "He is an associate of your fathers. Some might say he is the right-hand man of your father's organization. You must have seen him coming and going from your home."

"Do you have a picture of him?" she asked. I was curious as to why she would say that. I grabbed my phone and showed her a picture. Oscar was a normal-looking Brasilian man but he did have a scar on his face that made him unique. Catalina's face fell. I could see about four emotions plaster on her face. Her eyes looked worried and scared but also angry.

"So, do you know him?" I asked. Her face suddenly changed.

"I don't know him," she was lying.

"Catalina," I said softly. I moved closer to her and squeezed her face with my thumb and index finger. "Don't lie to me."

"I, I'm not," she stuttered. I pushed her into the pool and then got in after her.

"Catalina, I can tell by your eyes, you have seen this man before," I said. "Tell me everything." She was shaking. I don't know if it was because of the cold water or because she was that nervous.

"No, please," I swam closer and pulled her by her hair.

"I am not a patient man," I said.

"Adriano, what happened to you? You use to be so," I didn't let her finish. I gripped her hair tighter and pulled her closer to me.

"SPEAK NOW!"

"I know him, okay. This man haunts my dreams," she said.

"WHY?"

"He took my mother away," I said.

"What do you mean? Speak clearly," I told her.

"When is the last time you have seen my mother, at any function, or anywhere for that matter. She wasn't at my wedding or did you not notice? Of course not," she sighed. "Oscar or whatever his name is. He use to come and go from my home almost every day. I never knew his name but I knew his face. It especially became engraved in my memory when he took my mother one night. My parents had been arguing a lot and one night he just took her." She began to cry. I brushed her hair back.

"So, he still works for your father even though your father was supposed to stop meeting with anyone who was loyal to him," I told her.

"I don't know but Oscar was there the day before our wedding, they stayed in my father's office all day and then Oscar left for Brasil," she said.

"Okay," I smiled. "See that wasn't so hard." I kissed her forehead and then helped her out of the pool. She went to the bedroom and I know she cried all day.

I got out and dried myself off. I grabbed my phone and called one of my men.

"Find me everything you know about Marcia Santos?" I asked.

The Next Day

Catalina woke up and began to brush her hair. Her curls would smooth out and then bounce back into form. I didn't know why I was fascinated by this. I slowly walked over to her and ran my thumb over her bare shoulder. She trembled under my touch.

"Adriano," she whispered. Her voice was so soft and pure. I turned her around and did what I shouldn't. I kissed her deeply and passionately. Her lips pressed firmly onto mine. She opened them a bit, inviting me in. I let my tongue roam her mouth and caress her tongue. Her hands reached up but before they could cup my face, I picked her up and sat her on her vanity. I let my hands roam her body. They landed on her thighs. I slowly slid under her nightgown and brushed my fingers over her sensitive spot that was covered by thin lacey material. She gasped and whimpered.

"f**k," I groaned. I stopped our kiss and watched as she panted and tried to catch her breath. I brushed my hair with my fingers.

"Adriano," she called out. I walked over to the dresser.

"Here," I threw a dildo on the bed. "If you want to continue that before you come completely off your high. Use this." I was heading to the door when suddenly she said.

"Why are you so cruel?"

"Because I hate you," I left the room and didn't come back.