Niko’s Eye

Chapter 11.

"Call Me."

Ignatius.

"Are you anywhere near your home?" Can I maybe give you a ride?"

Ignatius heard Alejandro question Isis.

By this time the other black Jaguar had left the scene and Ignatius was impatiently waiting on his boss to finish obtaining yet another collectible.

A sport of his patron that he was so used to.

He never felt sorry for any of the other women because they were the ones who usually threw themselves at his boss but he felt a pinch of pity for this new catch.

He knew that there was something different about this particular one. And he also knew that she was going to get badly hurt.

He wished that there was something that he could do. A warning maybe?

He stared at the two with worry in his eyes.

He had decided that he would find a way to warn her about Alejandro, even if it could cost him his job.

Isis.

"I think your driver might be getting a bit impatient. Maybe he wants to go home and eat."

Alejandro shrugged.

She gazed at the watch that was tightly wrapped against her sun-richened wrist.

"I have to get going now. It’s almost time for our dinner and we always eat together. Besides, my house is right over there. Next street, the house with the Cavalli fountain in the middle of the front yard."

Isis had just sold her soul, unintentionally and unknowingly.

Alejandro.

Now, Alejandro knew where she resided and without him having to spend another dime. Compensation for having bought her a dress, eh?

He smiled pleasantly at his own thoughts and responded.

"It was an honour of having the opportunity to get to meet such a wonderful woman like yourself", he smiled, steely.

Isis snorted and began to laugh.

"Wonderful? Woman?", she asked.

"I’m only 20 and I’m still a virgin. My breasts haven’t even developed fully, most probably. And I am not wonderful. I listen to the Beatles and I wear granny underwear."

She just keeps selling herself short to my advantage…

He let out a small chuckle at his own thoughts to make up as a response to what he had just heard.

If there was one thing that Alejandro was fond of, besides Isis’ s*x appeal, was her brutal honesty. He picked up that she just wasn’t capable of telling a lie. Even if the truth damaged her own image.

He could work with that because he too, was honest, to some extent.

Yeah, right.

He was getting annoyed at the little devil at the back of his head and he rubbed his chin in frustration.

He then took out a card in the inside pocket of his suit and handed it to Isis.

It was his business card.

Isis.

I’m always blurting out dumb stuff to sexy guys and blowing my chances.

She bit her lip after realizing what she had just said.

Too much info Isis, way too much! And he just laughed at you.

While Alejandro searched his pockets for something she wasn’t sure of, she quickly moistened her lips and wiped her mouth as if that were to clean the s**t she had been speaking.

He handed her his card which she recognized as the same card she saw in the car that she was changing in.

At that moment, she was grateful that she didn’t take it because here he was practically asking her to call him!

She almost broke out in a happy dance.

It just wouldn’t have been the same if she was the one who ended up taking the card that was in the car and later on, calling him. We don’t do that out here Kasmira.

She didn’t even read the card and immediately placed it in the front pouch of her bag, simply for charisma.

"Call me," he said.

Yes, papi. I’ll definitely be hitting up that fine muscle. Yass.

She smirked at her thoughts. She was such a nasty virgin.

"Sure thing," was what she ended up saying.

She turned on her heel, flashed him the peace sign, and left.

Alejandro.

Alejandro kept his smile plastered on until she was out of sight before he dropped it into a straight face.

He ran his fingers down his face and opened the buttons of his suit.

He was impatient and frustrated.

He stood there, leaning with his back against his car, having mild flashbacks of the 20 minutes that had just passed.

I swear Isis, I could have f****d you right then and there.

He swiftly turned around and kicked the front wheel of his car, waking Ignatius up.

"And why the hell were you sleeping? You’re not only my driver but you’re my wing-man. You were suppose to be noting down pointers as Isis and I spoke. Just like all of the other girls. What’s wrong with you, Ignatius Aguas!"

Ignatius hurriedly got out of the car and was about to speak when Alejandro cut him off abruptly.

"Shh, " he said, putting a finger up." "Let’s scram."

The door was opened for him as usual and he got in and gave Ignatius the destination.

He flipped out his phone and made a call.

"Zia, make yourself ready for me. You’ve got 10 minutes. "

"Deception."

Isis.

Isis confidently walked through the gate of her home, singing church hymns.

She got inside and swung her backpack onto the coat hanger that was next to the door and casually strolled to the kitchen as she smelt the aromas.

"What’s for dinner Mami," she asked, planting a kiss on her grandmother’s cheeks and at the same time, placing her fingers into the skillet of beef stew.

There was a potatoe salad, chicken, a bean stew, creamed spinach, fried rice and butternut, amongst Isis’ favorite foods.

Isis’ grandmother hit her hand with a wooden spoon and shoo’ed her away.

Isis broke out laughing hysterically and her grandmother turned to look at her.

"Wait a minute. What exactly are you laughing at?", said her Mami inquisitively.

Isis blushed and then shrugged.

Her grandmother pointed the wooden spoon at her, "After dinner, pillow talk. Now go. Dinner’s ready in 15."

Isis nodded knowingly and ran up the stairs.

She immediately stripped once she got into her room and shut the door behind her.

She opened the water in the shower while she tied up her hair and scoped her body in the mirror.

"I need to trim my v****a, who knows?" she said,laughingly.

She tried to see what could have possibly made Alex ask her to call him.

And she also wondered how many girls he’s randomly bought dresses for. This made her frown and she sat on her toilet to think about it, even if she didn’t need to urinate or anything.

Suddenly, urine began to flow.

"Oh for crying out loud!"

She rolled her eyes and waited for her urinary tract to empty itself.

She heard her mother call her downstairs and she decided to run into the shower and pretend she had been taking a shower the entire time.

She heard her bedroom door open and she held her breath.

5 seconds later, her bedroom door closed and she waited, still, just in case the person hadn’t left yet.

"Mom? Mami?"

Silence.

She decided to hurry on with her shower and quickly get downstairs in time for dinner before her mother made her say bible verses out loud for 2 hours again.

She cringed at the thought.

It wasn’t that she did not enjoy the life of a Christian. She loved attending services. She loved being in the church choir. And she loved God, but she just wanted to live like a normal girl.

All she wanted was for her mother not to rush her faith because now she was living a double life and that was all because she was not allowed to grow in Christ, at her own pace.

She was practically forced to take on baptism at the tender age of 6 and started to sing in the church choir by the time she was 11. She had never known any other dimension of life except the one she was accustomed to since the day she was conceived.

She thought of her father, as he was always able to step in for her and put in a word against her mother’s iron fist and harsh upbringing. Sometimes she thought her dad stayed away from home on purpose so that he could get some time away from her mother.

She was a difficult lady. Always striving for perfection. Immune to mistakes and never allowing others to make their own.

Isis was suffocating and she desperately wanted a way out. Just for a little while. She’d come back to this lifestyle after living the life she was destined for if Christ hadn’t died for her. Hectic.

She got out of the shower, wrapped her dripping hair in a towel and put on her gown.

She got out of her bathroom and went straight to the door, so she could get downstairs for dinner. She saw something gleaming in the corner of her room, from the corner of her eye but she made a mental note to check it out later.

She did not want to repeat thousands of bible verses endlessly.

And she still wanted the time to check the business card given to her by Alex.

Her insides did a backflip every time she thought of him. What the hell.

Alejandro.

Alejandro was lounged shirtless on the sofa in his study, as his thoughts took him away once again.

He was nursing a glass of gin and tonic and thought of how he could not get his mind off of Isis, even as he was pumping into Zia earlier on.

He didn’t even feel alive. Goddamn it, he wasn’t even present.

She had kept asking him if he was okay because he wasn’t even reacting to any of her efforts in satisfying him. She nagged so much that he had ended up pulling out and coming home to bury himself with work, in a bid to stop thinking about Isis. But clearly, it was futile.

He gulped down his drink and stood up.

He walked over to his bar to pour himself another drink.

He decided to pour himself a triple distilled Scotch whiskey, totally ignoring his doctor’s orders.

Alejandro was suffering from gout, he just ate too much meat. It was all of that p***y he’d been munching on.

His doctor had ordered him to drink little amounts of alcohol and had strictly prohibited him mixing different types of alcohol in his system.

But Alejandro being Alejandro, he went in even harder. He had just had a whole buffet of different types of meat. Both figuratively and literally.

Complete with glasses of wine, gin and now whiskey.

He glanced at his watch. 8pm.

Why hasn’t she called, texted or emailed me?

He gritted his teeth and smashed the glass of whiskey onto the floor of his study.

He grabbed his shirt and stormed out of his study.

He hurried down the passage and through a door that led to the garage, graced with his many collectible vehicles.

All of the car keys to the cars had been neatly arranged, hanging up on the wall.

He barged into the garage and grabbed the first set of keys that he set his eyes on which were the keys to his black Porsche Cayenne.

To say the least, all of his cars were black. And all of them were heavily tinted.

When he requested for all of his car’s windows to be tinted, he primarily had the intention of concealing any s****l activity that would go on inside of his vehicles. The animal.

He pushed a button on the remote of the keys and got into the car.

He realized that the garage doors were closed and he had to get out and push the button next to the light switch so the doors could open.

He cursed fiercely as he did this.

As soon as he got back into the car, he started it and speedily reversed out into the street and sped down the road.

Isis.

Everyone around the table was dead quite.

But it was no surprise to Isis. Her mother wasn’t very fond of chatter going on around the table so they sat and ate their dinner in silence.

Just like every other day.

But on this particular day, there was something eerie in the air.

Looks were being passed between herself and her mother. Her grandmother seemed oblivious to the events and she happily munched on her carrots.

Suddenly, Mrs Kasmira placed her cutlery down, wiped her mouth and spoke up.

"Isis. Could you explain to me how you came about to having two of the exact same dresses?"

Ahah, there it is.

Isis almost choked on her food. She widened her eyes and told herself not to panic.

She reached out for her glass of water and gulped it down before she could respond. This gave her enough time to come up with something.

"One of the dresses is mine and the other one is Zainab’s because she wanted us to be twinsies. Just like we have the same shoes and stuff." she shrugged and carried on eating.

Zainab was Isis’ best friend. They got separated after high school because they both got accepted at different universities so they lived in different cities, not too far from each other and would only visit each other on the weekends.

"How is it that the one I found in a plastic bag that I personally had brought into this house from the Save A Child Foundation, was lying on the pavement a few blocks from our house. And it so happens that, it smells like you. So that must have been yours. Now, my question is, why were you ’supposedly’ wearing your friend’s dress and what was that plastic bag doing lying out in the pavement a few blocks up from my house?"

Isis was defeated.

Luckily, her grandmother spoke up and defended her.

"Aisha, Isis wanted to surprise Zainab today by bringing her the dress because her birthday is coming up. She was going to meet her after school. But when she discovered that the dress must have fallen out of her bag somewhere, she came back home. And Zainab had specifically asked Isis for her own dress and then Isis could get a new one for herself, that is why it smells like her. That is also why she was a bit late today. Because she spent time trying to find where she could have dropped the plastic bag. Come now Aisha, you’re behaving like you’re older than me. Let the poor girl breathe. Isis dear, those vegetables won’t eat themselves." She winked at Isis and continued munching on her carrots.

Aisha’s mother fell silent for a long moment before finally speaking.

"Very well then mother."

She looked at Isis dead in the eye and said, "Don’t test my patience. And the next time you want to visit your little buddies, I will take you there myself. Understood?"

"Yes mam." Isis nodded and acknowledged that smooth move from her grandmother.

She silently thanked God and mouthed a ’thank you’ to her grandmother when her mother was not looking.

They had finished dining and Isis cleared the table.

After her mother had gone to bed, Isis remained in the kitchen, giving her Mami the scoop as she washed the dishes.

"And that is how I got the second dress Mami, can you believe it!" she said as she rinsed a glass.

Her grandmother laughed so hard, hitting and pushing Isis over every time she did so.

"He’s a Superman Mami, I don’t know what I would have done without him today."

"A Superman but don’t give him any Kryptonite okay?" she said warningly, with a finger pointed at Isis.

"I’m going to bed. I love you."

Isis kissed her grandmother goodnight and finished up in the kitchen.

She switched off all of the lights as soon as she was done and sprinted up the stairs because she had always been afraid of the dark.

As soon as she was in her room, she took down the towel that had wrapped her hair, and put it in two braids, forgetting all about whatever was gleaming in the corner of her room.

She walked over to her balcony and felt the cool breeze on her skin. She closed her eyes contently and took off her gown.

Alejandro.

He had been parked outside of Isis’ house for a good 45 minutes before he spotted her outside by her window. She looked like she was getting naked.

He sat up in his car and squinted his lazied eyes. At this point, he was intoxicated. And drunk on desire.

He grabbed his shirt from the backseat and put it on before getting out of his car. And walking to her gate, he wondered if they had any dogs.

Alejandro being Alejandro, jumped over their white picket fence nevertheless and casually strolled over their lawned grass as if he were in his father’s compound.

As he got closer to the house, he looked up at Isis’ room and it seemed like there were two silhouettes standing out on her balcony, having an argument.

He recognised the voice of...a man.

A man that he knew very well.