Chapter Three.
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Amanda's POV:
"Robert," I said in Robert's arms.
He groaned and wiped his eyes. "Yes, babe."
I looked at him with my seductive pitiful eyes. "I want to go shopping. There was this beautiful jewelry I saw in a jewelry store and I would love to get it."
"Um, okay," Robert said casually. He had the money, so he could buy thousands of them. "Just tell me the store's name so that I can get them for you."
I beamed with happiness. "You'll do that for me?"
He shrugged. "Of course. You're my baby."
"Thank you, thank you," I squealed in delight. "I love you so much."
"And I love you too." He brought his face and kissed me, tickling me with his stubble. "But right now, I have to go to work. I have an early meeting."
I smiled. "Of course, I understand." And I truly did, as long as the money was tripping in.
Robert had long gone to work, so I slipped out of bed. Of all the people I dated in the past, Robert was the best in bed. Not only that, he was also a rich billionaire. That's the best part.
I slipped into my slippers and took a long, hot bath, washing away yesterday's sting of s*x. I put on a robe and rushed up to put on my makeup.
I finished up and put on my red dress, packing up my hair in a bun. Perfect. I walked out of Robert's room and house because I had an important business to attend to.
I drove out in one car Robert got me for—I've lost count. He got me gifts at every occasion that I'd lost track of what particular thing he got me this car for.
Soon, I got to the apartment Robert got me here in Manhattan. It was a cozy condo that was quite hidden from the noise outside. Everything was hidden, including noises.
I opened the door and closed it quickly, enjoying the interior decoration of my condo. Its walls were decorated with all my paintings, I'd even hung some of my paintings in Robert's house. I opened the fridge and unscrewed the lid of the bottle of Fanta and took a sip.
I sat down and went through i********: on my phone, seeing my newest followers. Because of my closure with Robert, I had quite a lot of followers on i********: and even some stupid men simping me.
Then, I heard a knock on my door. s**t. I'd already forgotten.
She's here.
I dropped my phone on the chair and walked up to a spare room that I didn't use. There was just one window in the room that brought a ray of sunlight into the room. Other than that, the room was dark and almost cold.
"Oh, yes. You." I rolled my eyes and opened the door wide. Inside the room was Robert's housekeeper bound by a rope and a cloth around her mouth, muffling her screams. Her eyes were puffy from lack of sleep and her face was drained from excessive shouting.
I squatted to take a full look of her face. I took off the cloth and waited for her to speak.
"Please, Amanda," she begged. Her voice sounded like cement. Maybe from lack of water and excessive straining of her vocal cords which, to me, was a good thing because either way caused her pain.
I cackled. "No matter how you shout, sweetie, no one is going to hear you. Save the strength for your death."
The sound of death shook her and she whimpered. "I'm sorry, Amanda. I didn't mean to."
"You didn't mean to do what? Did you have s*x with Robert? Do you like him?" I stroked her chin and traced her hair.
She shook her head in fear. "I didn't, Amanda. I didn't."
My countenance changed at the moment and her hands flew around her face, hitting her hard. I increased the tone of my voice. "Did you have s*x with Robert? Do you like him?"
Slowly, in fear, she nodded her head and faced her toes. "It was a mistake," she begged.
"Was it? Was it?" I turned to him. "Was it a mistake that you were riding on his d**k when I wasn't home? Was it?"
She didn't reply. Instead, she broke down in tears. "I didn't mean to, he was the one who called me into his room."
"You have a will, Stacie, you would have said no. You had the chance to." I got more angry and went in for another slap. "Tell me, how does it feel to ride a man's d**k, a man that doesn't belong to you?"
She shivered and shook her head. "I don't know."
Was she joking with me? I dug out my Glock 19 and pointed it at her, I corked the trigger smd pointed it to her face. "How does it feel?"
"It was good," she confessed. "It was good."
"Okay. You're lucky you told the truth. Robert is good in bed." I lowered the gun and put it aside. Then I turned to her again. "You know he was mine, why did you take him?"
She knew better than to reply to me with "I don't know". More tears streamed down her eyes. "Because he is handsome and seductive."
I smiled. "Because you told the truth, I'm going to increase your days of living. For now."
My phone rang from where it was seated on the couch. I dropped my gun on the sofa and sprang for it. Seeing the caller, I picked it up.
Mum.
I put it in my ears. "Mother?"
"Amanda, there is a problem." Her voice sounded troubled and I got agitated.
"What is it, Mother?"
"It's too grave to say other than they are after us." I could see her shaking, I could see her whimpering.
"Who is after you? Who is after us?" Mother was keeping me on suspense, because I wasn't having answers.
"I can't tell you over the phone, they may be watching us. I feel like our house is bugged."
"What is wrong?" I could feel my hands shaking. I could no longer hold my phone.
"Like I said, come home. It may take a lot of time to dissolve this problem, but you have to be here." With that, the line had gone out.
I stood up and gathered myself. I straightened my dress and picked up the gun, back to where I left Sad Stacie.
When she saw me, her eyes watered more, begging me as she couldn't speak. Her hands were joined together like in a form of a prayer, maybe from begging me or because she had no other options since her hands were tied up.
"Please, Amanda. Free me. I'll tell no one about it, I won't even go close to Robert any more."
"I know you won't because you will not be able to. Truthfully, I wanted to extend the date of your death, but business calls. At least, you've learned one thing during your lifetime. In your next world, you wouldn't ride the d**k of another man."
“Please, I’m sorry for causing you pain beyond reasoning. I didn’t know it was going to happen.” She begged and begged.
I rolled my eyes at her. “Fine. I forgive you, but you have a job for me. First, I need you to stay as far away from Robert as possible. Like, I mean far away. Go and live in another town, I don’t care.” I snapped my finger at her.
She nodded. “I will, I will.”
“Good. And another thing, sweetie,” I told her, “I want you to watch my husband and inform me whenever a woman comes close to him. You know what I can do, so I know you have the sense to stay out.” I picked my bag, dialing Robert's phone.
"Hello, baby," I greeted him.
His voice was husky and tired. "Hey, Amanda. I'm busy at work, can we talk later?"
"There's no problem, I just wanted to tell you that I'll be leaving town for a very long time. I'll be back, though, I don't know when."
"You're leaving?" I could hear the excitement in his tone. He was happy I'm leaving so he could flirt with more women.
It didn't matter. I would destroy anybody that was a threat to my relationship with Robert.
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