Her Heartless Italian Billionaire

Chapter 3 - Nightmares

Eric

“Hey there, baby. Did you miss me?”

“Who the f.ck are you, and what are you doing in my house?” even though I was drunk, my anger, as always found its way out.

“Oh, come on, daddy. Don’t you remember me?”

“Who are you?” I was disgusted by the sight of her. How can a woman scoop so low?

“Are you serious? I come here to surprise you, and you have no idea who I am?”

Oh, now she is mad.

“You either tell me, who you are, or I call security, to get your ass out on the street. Your choice.”

She seemed scared, but then as fast, she became confident.

“You wouldn’t dare, sweetheart.” Oh, is this how she wants to play?

“I dare you, to give me a reason. We will see then.” I scowled at her and she stood from the bed.

“Are you kidding me right now? You have no idea, who I am?” why does she keep saying that?

“If I knew who you were, first of, you wouldn’t be here because I only f.ck a woman once and second, you would hate my guts, to even come and see me.”

“That is not true. You said you didn’t date, not that you don’t f.ck a girl twice.” This is not going how I planned.

“I don’t f*****g care, what you say or you heard. Get dressed and get the f.ck out of my house, and you dare step foot here again.” This time I wouldn’t stand down. I have had enough.

“You are a motherf.cker. I wish I never met you.” She took a pillow from my bed and threw it at me.

“Thank you. Now get out.” I pointed at the door. She took her clothes with her, stopped in front of me and slapped me so hard, my eyes saw stars.

“Go f.ck yourself, d.ckhead.” Okay. I deserved that. Running my hand there where she slapped me, I went to the bathroom and washed my face with cold water.

Damn me, that hurt.

“Mr. Massimo?” I heard Margo call from across the room.

“Margo, could you come here please?” I called her and I heard footsteps nearing.

She looked at me and gasped.

“What happened, Mr. Massimo?” she held out her hands and put them on the sides of my face. She has been working for me for more than 7 years. I let her touch me like that. She is like a mother to me.

“The girl, you let in, slapped me. Why did you let her come in?”

“I am sorry, Mr. Massimo, but she said, you gave her orders to come wait for you here. She mentioned that I shouldn’t call you, because you were in a meeting and you would get mad at me.”

“Margo, out of all people, I can’t get mad at you. And you know you are allowed to call me every time.”

“I am sorry, Mr. Massimo. I didn’t want to cause any trouble.”

“It’s okay now. Don’t forget, Margo. No one comes in without my permission. Are we clear?”

“Yes, sir.” She said and turned around to leave but turned again.

“Mr. Massimo, do you need ointment for the red spot? I have something.” Always taking care of me.

“Sure, Margo. Thank you.”

She left with a smile and returned with a bigger smile. She gave me the ointment, was written in Greek, so I have no idea what that meant. I took a bit in my finger and spread it on my cheek.

That feels so, good.

“Thank you, Margo.” I gave her the silver tube back.

“Dinner is ready, sir.”

“I will be there in a minute, Margo.” She smiled at me and left.

I put my phone on the charger and it buzzed three times. I had a message from, Jake.

The f*****g bastard. I will kill him.

I opened the message and I grinned like a moron.

‘Yo, a.shole. You coming to the wedding?

Unpredicted huh? Some p.ick I am, right?

Don’t forget to bring a sugar mama with you, otherwise I will kick your a.s.

Big Bubba’

I laughed out loud at Big Bubba. Chantal called him that when he acted like an a.s. And he most definitely knows he acted like one, with me, that’s why, he used the nickname.

I replied to him.

‘Big Bubba, I won’t bring a sugar mama, or a date.

It will be a friend or business partner.

My best regards to Chantal.

P.S. You are a p.ick.’

I let my phone charge and went to the kitchen to eat my dinner. Margo had made the famous, Cotoletta alla Milanese, with baked potatoes and my favourite sauce. Sour cream.

I sat down and started to eat. The meat melted in my mouth. It is so delicious.

“Wine sir?” i had overdone it with alcohol today so I went with orange juice and water.

After I finished dinner, I went to my office and looked at my E-Mails. I was feeling a little dizzy and couldn’t concentrate on the computer.

I shut it down and left to the bathroom and took a shower. I felt better immediately.

I got out, got dressed, and went straight to bed.

The sleep took me immediately.

- No, dad please.

- You are undeserving of love. You messed up.

Another punch came on my face and he kicked me on my stomach.

-Stop!

I screamed and cried and begged for him to stop, but he wouldn’t. He hates me. He hates me.

Always hated me.

-Why do you hate me?

“No!” I was sweaty and my heart racing like crazy.

Nightmares. Again. I thought they were gone. I got up and went to the kitchen to drink some water.

After the first sip, my mouth and mind refreshed.

It came to mind, why I had the nightmares. My mother came by my office yesterday. She confessed about killing dad.

It hurt me that my dad hated me that much, but he was drugged most of the time. Or wasted.

He had a very hard life. I know that much, but it didn’t give him the right to hit me like that.

It hurt so much, that I still remember the pain he caused me.

He used to punch me, since I was 7. I cried all night in my sleep. I couldn’t sleep, even if I wanted to.

He used to come in my room, wake me up and punch me again. One time he cut me with a k.ife on my arm and I lost a lot of blood. We went to the hospital and they stitched it up.

He lied to them. Told them I was playing with my friends and one of them cut me. The thing is, I had no friends. Only bad memories and a bad father.

I shook that thought off my head and headed back to my room. I looked at the time on my phone. 4:02 am.

I also saw that I had a message from Jake, but I ignored it. I will look at it in the morning.

The alarm woke me up. 7:00 am. I stood up and went for a shower.

Took all my clothes off and went down at the prickling water. Warm and refreshing. I looked down at my hands and I saw the cut on my left arm.

It was big and I had 24 stitches. I ran my thumb over it and let the thought go way.

No more thinking about the past. It is over.

I have new, better life.

After I finished with the shower and the dressing I went to my office and checked the E-Mails.

The good thing about my notebook it that I synced it with my phone, so I can even check the messages and phone calls.

After the update, I received a message from Jake. Oh, yes. The one from last night.

I opened it and saw that it was written in capital letters.

‘ERIC YOU HAVE TO COME TO NEW YORK NOW.

PROBLEMS WITH THE ANGEL’S HEARTH PROJECT.’

Oh sh.t. My heart sank. I called Alexandra; thank God she was in the office.

“Good morning sir.”

“Alexandra, I need the jet ready in one hour. I leave in New York today. It’s an emergency.”

“Yes, sir.” I hang up, go in the room and get a luggage ready with some clothes. I am supposed to leave on Monday, but since there is a problem, I must leave today.

“Mr. Massimo. Do you need help in anything?” Margo came out of nowhere, as always and it seemed a good opportunity for her to pack my bags. She is a pro after all.

“Could you please pack my bags? I leave in New York in one hour.”

“Yes sir. Breakfast is ready, you can go eat and I will get your bags ready in no time.”

“Thank you, Margo.”

In the kitchen, there was an egg omelette, bacon and toast. I took some orange juice out of the fridge and tried to remain calm while I ate.

After 15 minutes, Margo comes in.

“The bags are ready sir.”

“You should win a Nobel Prize for that or even be in the Guinness Book.”

“I am just doing my job sir.” And she does it pretty well.

I ate the last bite of my breakfast and went to the office to check my E-Mails I couldn’t before, because I panicked.

The meeting at 5 pm yesterday went well. I had the details sent to me. I printed it out and decided to take it with me.

There was another E-Mail from Marina.

‘Eric, everything went well. The corporate is doing well, and the numbers are as high as an eagle can go.

We have a proposition from Thailand. We can build there a company of our own, if you let them co-operate.

The business is blooming in Thailand. It seems a good opportunity.

Let me know what you think.

Marina de Luca. Corporate Lawyer, Massimo Holdings.’

That is finally some good news. About the co-operation, I will discuss it with Marina first.

I close the notebook and I receive a phone call from Alexandra.

“Sir, the jet is ready. You leave in exactly 45 minutes.”

“Thank you, Alexandra. Keep me up to date with everything. Tell Marina to contact me.”

“Yes, sir.” She hangs up and I call Sanders to come help me with the bags. I let him know I am leaving for New York and that he has to come.

“Of course, sir. I will let the men know about the situation and get ready.”

“Good.”

He carried my bags to the car, went back inside and in 5 minutes he came back. The good thing about the airport, is that I have my own and it is 15 minutes away from here.

Sanders drove off and he made it quick. In 15 minutes, we were on the airport. We had 20 minutes to spare.

Sandler took the bags from the trunk and carried them in the plane.

“Good morning, Mr. Massimo.”

“Good morning Tucker. Thank you for your service, this morning.”

“It’s my duty sir.”

I shook his hand and went in. Sanders was in the back of the plane, where the bar was, and I sat in the front.

Tucker comes in and informs me that we will be taking off in 5 minutes.

Thank God.

I bring out my phone and text Jake.

‘In the plane. Will be there in 8 hours.’

I shut the phone and lay back on the seat and relax.