IVAN ~•~ Antonio informed me of Camilla's arrival as I stepped into the house. I stood at the edge of the glass door and picked my face towel from my right shoulder. "How does your leg feel today, sir?" He asked, his tone laced with concern. I did not smile, I barely ever did. To be honest, the sole of my feet were sore. The injury was from one of my numerous "tantrums". I had gotten into my depressing mood and shattered pictures of my wife and child on the floor. I stepped on the pieces of broken glass and the skin beneath feet tore open. It was impossible for me to walk without having them bleed out. So, I had been strapped to a wheelchair for over a week. I was tired of that. The injury had began to heal, but the pain still remained as I walked. When Antonio saw that I did not answer his question, he continued, while we walked up the stairs. "The board called today, sir. They need you to make an appearance in the next meeting, by next week Monday." I paused on my tracks. I t
CAMILLA~•~ After Antonio's rather subtle warning to stay away from his boss, I retired to my room. There, I sat on my bed and drafted some questions for mister Ivan's next therapy session. Antonio might have freaked me out, but he had gotten one thing right; I needed to remember why I was here and stick to it, strongly. I was served lunch in my room, roasted turkey drenched in Mac and cheese. My dinner of chicken breast and orange juice was served in my room as well. I didn't even have to stand up! Now, this, ladies and gentlemen, was the life. My best part of this house so far, is that it was sound proof, hence, when I started blasting my Spotify sleep playlist from my small MP3 player, no one else could hear me. Falling asleep was never an issue, except I had something that bothered me. That night, it was Freddie's refusal to pick my call, or answer any of my text messages. He even refused to play iMessage games! Freddie never said no to iMessage games. In all this, I tried to r
IVAN~•~ She stomped out of the kitchen behind me. I could hear the sound of her ragged breathing, but I dared not turn to her. Not that I "dared" not, but there was nothing for me to say. I led her to my study and relaxed into the couch, the same one I had sat in during our second meeting. I could tell she was fuming within her, but tried her best to keep her head cool and her temper in check. I could almost imagine it - a therapist losing her temper in the presence of a client - now, that would have been epic to watch."I have a feeling I would be the one doing the therapy today." I said out loud, and she turned to me. I did not know how what I had said sounded funny, but it caused her eyes to brighten with a warm smile spread across her cheeks. I looked over her. Her green shirt clung to the curves of her body, and her top was loose, above it. On her feet were a pair of…well, they looked like sandals, but not very attractive ones. No wonder Ian thought she was a cook. "It's
IVAN~•~ "Bring the car around." "Yes sir." The line went dead. I stood in front of my mirror and adjusted the collar of my red tuxedo and my red inner shirt. I could not remember the last time I was forced to step foot outside the comfort of my walls, but today's meeting was necessary. I had barely gotten any sleep last night. Ian's arrival and Antonio's message bothered me more than I cared to admit. After calling nine out of ten other members of my board, I knew there was only one person I could reply on.One person who would never say no to me. I headed straight towards my black Tesla and settled into the backseat. The drive to her house would have taken less than an hour, but I had to stop at the flower shop. The way to her heart was a bouquet of roses. So, I made sure to get that for her, and a box of chocolates to spice it. For the sole reason that she was going to break the oath of the board for my sake, she deserved it. My valet parked the car in front of her mansion.
AUTHOR ~•~ Ian watched as his brother stepped out of the kitchen, the beautiful woman followed him behind. He watched closely as her hips swayed while she walked. He had mistaken the girl to be a cook, only to find out she was his brother's…well, fling. Antonio stared at the young man in front of him with an arched brow. When Mister Ivan and the strange female doctor were both out of sight, Antonio cleared his throat. Ian jerked up and turned to the elderly man. He looked Antonio over, before he spoke. "Why didn't you tell me there was a fine ass woman in this house? I would have known how to approach her." Ian feigned his frown, but the glare Antonio threw at him was real. The elderly butler sighed and moved past Ian. He walked towards the kitchen counter and picked up the glass the doctor had used. He refilled the bottle of water from the dispenser and tucked it into the fridge, before he turned around to land his eyes on Ian again. "I didn't know Ivan's personal life was par
CAMILLA~•~ "You good for nothing infidel!" Ivan thundered in response. His angry growl filled the room, while he picked thee man by his collar and flung him towards the ground. He did so without effort, as do he were tossing a piece of paper to the floor. My heart began to pound against my chest. I wished the man would just stop talking, he needed to stop speaking if I was going to save his life. Ivan corked the gun and pointed it towards the man's head. Tears welled up in my eyes, and I could not tell why. "You can say and call me whatever you want, but you know I'll always be the better man." A bitter chuckle escaped Ivan's throat. His lips spread out into a thin smile. I did not like that smile. "Father didn't think so." "But your wife begged to differ." Ian spat out. I could see all the muscles in Ivan's body grow tense. His jaw hardened and he clenched his teeth, hard. "He is going to pull that trigger if you don't do something." Antonio's voice rang in my ears. It
CAMILLA~•~ I led him to his room door and watched him take slow strides to his bed. I didn't look at anything else, I couldn't - not when his legs continued to shake in the way that they did.Once he had safely tucked himself in, I leaned away from his door frame and closed his door behind me. I pressed my back to the metal door coated with black paint. My heartbeat had not yet steadied and I could still feel my arms vibrate by my side. Today's episode of healing mister Holloway was the scariest I had ever encountered in all my life. Face to face with what could have turned to homicide. I wiped my sweat from my forehead with the back of my palm and headed back to the kitchen. Water, I needed water. I slipped into the kitchen, grateful for the silence of the house. I was sure Ian's brother had left already. No matter what he had done or did not do, it would be foolish to remain in the house of someone who was seconds close to pulling the trigger on you, no matter your relationship
IVAN~•~ I had tried to sleep, but despite the throbbing in my head and the resounding echo of pain in my chest, I could not bring myself to close my eyes to sleep, neither could I silence the thoughts in my head. I frowned as I tossed and turned in my bed. Only the creator could have saved Ian from my claws. I was already prepared to put an end to his sorry excuse of a life. The government of Italy would have been grateful to me for getting rid of one of their biggest drug chain links. It was strange how he did not look like it, but my brother was the epitome of the word "dangerous" and that was because he did not look it! At all! At first glance, anyone would think I was the monster between the both of us. I could not tell if that mattered, but it had always bothered me. And today? Once again he had ended up making me look like that monster. I was the one who had a gun pressed to a man's head and he was the victim. No one, neither Camilla nor Antonio knew the gravity of what he