CHRISTIANO

Nine

Christiano

"What the f**k Chris? Don't you know how to use a condom?" Nev spits his eyes blazing. He's pissed that he had to cancel his plans because some pregnant w***e showed up here claiming I'm the father of the baby she's carrying. Like I was the one who told him to cancel. And as if my life isn't hard enough, this has to happen. What the hell am I supposed to do with a kid when I'm such a mess? The irony of this is that a few months ago, I was ready to have a child. With my wife, not some w***e I slept with when I was drunk.

"I've never slept with anyone without using a condom" I defend myself but of course Nevio is determined to show me what an i***t I am.

"Really? Then why is it that you've gotten two women pregnant in the last eight months?" Way to rub in salt in my wound.

"f**k you. You say that as if you don't have a kid" I throw back. He of all people shouldn't judge me "Besides we don't know if that kid is mine"

"Do you remember f*****g her?"

"Yes. But...."

"But nothing Chris. If you remember f*****g her then that kid is yours. Even if it's not, we won't know that until it's born so until then, she stays"

Is he my father now or what? "I'm sorry but who do you think you are to decide that?"

"The guy who's kid was born in a strip club. Do you also want your child to be born there? I'll tell you something Chris, there are things you can't undo. I am forever going to lie to Tommaso about his place of birth. Is that what you want?"

"There's no guarantee that kid is mine" I insist because I don't want it to be mine.

"Until a DNA test is done and we've confirmed that, she's not going anywhere. So prepare yourself to be daddy of the year. Looking at her, she's going to be a lot of work"

"You should go on that vacation Nev. Right now you're not needed here" and I might just end up putting a bullet in his mouth.

"And miss all the drama that's about to start? f**k no"

"Do you enjoy watching me suffer that much?"

"Like you wouldn't believe my brother. Let me go tell Tommaso he's going to have a little bambino to play with"

"I hope lightning strikes you on your way out" his laughter rings along the corridor that leads to the main part of the house. At least someone's enjoying themselves. Although, he's right about this b***h being a lot of work. She hasn't been here two hours and already she's chosen a room to stay in, ordering my staff and men around because she thinks carrying a baby that might be mine gives her the right to do so. This is the consequence of my drinking.

But like I said, I don't want to have a child, at least not with her. It's so cliché and dumb and not something I ever thought would happen. I've thought about paying her so she'd go far away from here. I don't want her in this house when Carina comes and I have no doubt that she will. It's only a matter of time before she remembers what happened. Don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to protect her from any kind of pain. I just want to be the one to point fingers and tell her that she ruined everything. I'd like to do that without having her accuse me of doing the same thing. f**k, now I sound like a five year old.

Since I'm already in the study, I decide to do some work. This will keep me busy and away from Nev's taunting. He's having the time of his life with this. Fabian has been doing the accounts during his free time, something I'm really grateful for. As much as I know my way around numbers, I don't enjoy adding and balancing them up. It's a lot of work that needs my full concentration or I'll mess the entire thing up. I think it's clear that I can't really concentrate on anything right now.

Goddammit, I really want to be a father but not like this. I'd like to do a better job than the one my mother did. That would require me to look forward to having a child. To be happy that in a few months I'll be a father. But all I feel is dread and hatred towards that woman for getting pregnant. I always thought I would accept my child despite who his mother was. Guess I've just been fooling myself. Accepting that I can't do anything meaningful in the study, I get up, wondering if it's a good idea to get myself a drink. That thought vanishes when I find Nevio sitting in the living room watching TV. Not just normal television. Because he'd die if he did that.

He's hooked up his tablet to the TV and is currently swiping through photos. I wouldn't care if they were his and Tommaso's photos. Heck, I wouldn't care if they were nudes from his whores. But they aren't. All of them are of Carina and judging by the background, they were all taken in the Maldives. There's one of her standing in a white dress at the beach with the wind blowing at her hair. Then there's one where she's smiling at the camera while trying to bat it away.

Nevio looks up "I was wondering why I let her go. Remember I called dibs on her then you had to go and kiss her in front of everyone"

"What the f**k are you doing?"

"I told Paulo to send me photos of the place they were staying at. He accidentally sent me these"

"Why are you..." I stop when another one comes into view. Of her and Marco kissing on the beach. I feel a surge of anger come out of nowhere.

"Chris are you okay over there? Oh wait, of course you're not. You're just realizing what a mistake it was to let her go. Am I right?"

"Are you f*****g doing this on purpose?"

"Now why on earth would I do that?"

It's the gleam of victory in his eyes that tells me that he's definitely doing this on purpose. Taunting me with Carina's photos with another man. Not just any man but Marco Schiavone. Why the hell would she pick him? Out of all the men out there, why him? I let her go so she could find a normal guy and live her life peacefully. Not be with that asshole. He knows that she's still married to me but doesn't care.

"Asshole" I mutter heading upstairs. I won't let Nevio get under my skin. If he thinks I'm going to fall for his stupid tricks then he'll be sorely disappointed. In my room, I guzzle a pitcher of whiskey then fall into bed.

"I don't like it when you walk around in my house wearing nothing but a T-shirt. A lot of men reside here, in case you didn't notice"

"And how do you know I have nothing under this T-shirt?"

"Because I can see your n*****s poking through it. Why don't you ever wear a bra?"

"They're uncomfortable. Unless it's absolutely necessary, I try to avoid them" she said straightening her back, so that her breasts were pressing against the shirt. f**k, they gorgeous. I'm dying to know how they'll feel in my mouth.

"Did I miss something?"

"What?"

"I'm getting a lot of signals from you. Most of which seem to indicate that you're trying to seduce me"

"Really? What gives?"

"What is it that you want Marianna? Be specific. I don't like playing games"

"You. I want you"

"Funny, a week ago I was in your bedroom telling you about my feelings but you just kicked me out. What changed?"

"Well, I was a little vulnerable then. I couldn't think straight and I didn't want it to be one of those f***s you end up regretting"

"Really now?" I say with a smirk taking a step forward. She leans further back on the kitchen aisle, a move that makes her T-shirt ride up higher on her thighs.

"Yes. You once said that there is something between us and I agree. I think I'm ready to explore what it is"

"I'm glad to hear that. You have no idea how much I want you Marianna"

Standing on her toes, she whispers "Show me"

I snap my eyes open. Dammit, I don't want to think about that right now. It was the first time I knew she was going to be mine. Now she's out there in that island with another man, kissing him and maybe even sleeping with him. Is she going to fall in love with him? I thought that even without her memories, a part of her would still remember me. It was the reason I kissed her at the hospital. So she'd know that no other man would ever make her feel the way I did. But I guess I was wrong.

However, that isn't going to make me go after her. It's already clear that us being together results in ruining a lot of lives and hurting each other. It would be better if we both went our separate ways. Feeling anger at seeing her with another man is only human. She was once the woman I loved and my wife. Sooner or later, I was going to feel jealous of her new boyfriend. But I'll live. I won't die if she stops loving me. I have lived all my life without her and I can keep on going. I'm also determined not to contact my mother ever again. Who the f**k says I can't survive without those two women.....

Someone settles in bed beside me. Since my thoughts were on Carina earlier, for a second I think it's her. But then I remember she's in the Maldives and in a flash, I have the intruder pinned beneath me with a knife to their throat. It's Zelda, the b***h that is carrying my so called child.

"What the f**k are you doing here?" I growl pushing the knife further into her throat.

"Relax. I couldn't sleep so I thought you could help me" she says wiggling. Maybe I was able to be hard enough to f**k her when I was drunk but that isn't going to work when I'm sober and pissed.

"First of all, you should stay in your room when you're dressed like this" I look down at her bra and panties "There are a lot of men in this house so don't expect me to come to your rescue after you've provoked them. Trust me, I will not help you. And secondly, if you ever step foot in my room again, I will f*****g kill you. Do you understand?" I nick her neck with the knife, drawing a little blood so she'll know how serious I am"

Pushing me away, she screeches "What the f**k is wrong with you? Can't you see I'm pregnant?"

"You will know your boundaries Zelda or I might just forget that you're pregnant and kill you"

"You are such an asshole" she scrambles off my bed, finally understanding that I'm not joking "I won't let you treat me like this. When this baby is born, you will respect me or I will make him hate you" with that she storms out.

Unknowingly, she's given me a solution. When that baby is born, I'll do what Nevio did. Take the child and kick her ass out. Then I won't have to deal with her nonsense.

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Is it just me or is Chris becoming a bigger asshole as each day passes?

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