Enzo's Obsession.

Chapter 009

Sofia’s POV

“What are you doing?” I asked, taking a step back as Enzo grew closer to me, gloating.

“Wondering how i should celebrate this win of mine, don't you think it calls for a celebration?” he threw back at me.

“There is nothing to celebrate, you are… I need the money now” I demanded.

“Nothing to celebrate? How about the fact that you are wet and rubbing your thighs together, you claim i’m sick and twisted but are no different than i am” Enzo pointed out, raising his brows.

A small lump grew in my throat as I swallowed hard, my eyes searching around for a means of escape, I hated the fact that he was right.

So damn right that it disturbed me.

“Whatever you are thinking won’t work, and for your father’s sake, you will discard every thought of leaving this room right now” He warned, the smile never leaving his lips.

“You promised,” I reminded.

“Yes”

“You are not allowed to threaten me with my father's life, I signed the damn papers”

“Yes you did, but this is a deal, you need to keep your end of it or else….” he drawled out, lifting my face with two fingers so my eyes could meet his.

“Or else…” I added.

“But you know what will happen, we are so alike Sophia” He said leaning closer to my lips while running his thumb over them as my eyes closed on their own will.

This was the kind of power he had over me.

My resistance was useless before him, his dominance and stubbornness.

Just as he was about to kiss me, the door barged open, sending me apart from him as my eyes flew open.

At the door, a young lady exuding rich elegance stood, her eyes blazing with fury as she stared at me, before shifting her gaze to Enzo and a second later, Miss Grossi appeared at the doorway.

“I tried stopping her master but she wouldn’t listen” She said with her head bowed, almost like she was terrified.

What the hell is going on here?

Who was this woman? And how could she barge in just like that? Is she another s*x toy for Enzo?

“Let me remind you that I am the soon to be mistress of this house and of you so how dare you try to stop me?” The lady barked at Miss Grossi with no regard to the age factor between them.

“Isabella!” Enzo started, walking to the table as he reached out for a bottle of whiskey.

This man was a magnet of chaos! I mean how could he even think of drinking with everything that was going on.

“What are you doing here?” he asked calmly.

“What am I doing here? Is that supposed to be a question? And since when do you question my arrival? Or is it because I interrupted your moment with your…”

“There was no moment, she is a maid” Enzo completed.

All the wheels in my brain went off. A maid?! Did he really call me a maid because of…

“A maid? Every single day, your standards keep dropping, you hire anyone to work for you?” Isabella sneered as she threw her bag on the bed without taking her eyes off me, taking every inch of me in but she didn’t bother to hide the disgust in her face.

“They work for me and not for you, why do you have a problem with that?” Enzo threw back at her as she threw her arms over his neck and then she kissed him.

“Why didn't you come to pick me from the airport? You sent Marcus and you know how much I hate him” she purred, placing her hand on his chest.

“I had to take care of something” Enzo replied in a monotone voice while staring at him.

“Something that was more important than me? You know I love it when you come by yourself? And when my father gets to know about this he wouldn't…”

“Why would you tell him about it? I was at the warehouse with my father, taking care of some issues, would you have preferred I kept you waiting?” Enzo countered.

I couldn't stand the lovey doveyness between the both of them and so i looked away, fighting the urge not to cry at the humiliation while feeling Miss Grossi pitiful’s stare on me, then i walked away.

On getting to the door, she stopped me.

“Aren’t you going to introduce your maid to me, Enzo?” Her siren voice filled the air.

Right. An introduction.

“She is no one of importance, an introduction isn't necessary” Enzo replied.

His words cut me deep like someone drove a blunt knife into my heart and kept twisting and turning it, my entire chest was burning.

Tears rolled down at the corner of my eyes but I quickly wiped it away before turning to face Enzo and his whatever.

“My name is Sofia and I work here as a…” I paused, taking a deep breath before I continued again, “as…a maid”

“Ohhh, a maid…that’s interesting but Enzo baby, don't you pay your workers enough money? To take care of themselves and not look shabby? I mean what kind of clothes are you wearing? And the smell of your perfume is disgusting…”

“That’s enough Isabella,” Enzo said, cutting her short.

I scoffed while looking away, what was the need? What more could she say?

“Is it? I need to put her in her place so she doesn't harbor any intentions towards you. We are getting married in a few months, don’t you think all your workers should know that?” Isabella countered again.

What?

Married?

Enzo was getting married and this vile woman happens to be his fiancee?

He has a fiancee and yet he was hell bent on making me his personal w***e?

Who in their right senses does something like that?

“Congratulations, I had no idea,” I said, looking at Enzo.

“Well now you do, I hope you act accordingly” She replied.

“Yes Ma’am”