Billionaire's Wife

Bad Addiction

Julie’s POV

It had been three days since we came back from the tour. I was trying to get on my missing sleep or make sure to take a cup of coffee before he arrives. I had only five dresses that I had settled in one corner with my shoes placed under it and some jewellery in the vanity mirror. I still hadn’t seen the whole place and didn’t even have the desire. Sometimes I do want to get into the lawn to walk around for the fresh air because it was serene but the time I woke up gives me only an hour before his arrival. And, on weekends...I didn't even want to think about the weekends.

Mr Lucca called me two times in between. First, to call for my condition and second to tell me how he was disappointed in me to get my car somewhere I could get into the problem. Later, he was informed by someone that it wasn’t my mistake and he called to say he didn’t know earlier. I wonder why I was even receiving his calls.

I woke up and was done with my bath. I had called for breakfast before getting to the bath and knew it would come by now any minute. But instead, I heard the landline. I got out of Matteo’s room to pass the little space that lies between his room and the study and walked to his table to receive.

“Hello,”

“Hello, darling, today I will be dining out. I want you to accompany me. So, be ready at sharp seven? But…I don’t want you to look at my food. So, make sure that you eat well.” Of course, he had told me many times, how he doesn’t see women like me who trap men for the status, eating beside him. According to him, I played dirty. And, he said all of this without me giving him any reason or stimuli. You know when he just wanted to yell or complain.

“I will,” I whispered and wonder if he had been doing everything to take revenge on me for receiving the money. Because even if this was the case I had had enough of his tantrums.

Getting done with my food I went to get ready. I chose to wear a white dress and paired it with my silver dangles. The same one I wore at my wedding. I kept my makeup light and settled my curly, unruly hair in its natural forms with a little gel and refused to straighten them. I was tired of straightening them every day and knew I look good in these too.

It was still an hour and a half left when I felt a knock on my door. Opening the door I found a woman in a very exquisite dress. And, I knew my face was telling what the hell?

“Mrs. Lucca?” The woman started with a very soft and fake voice. I remembered her to be the same woman I found at this place on my first day behind a bar.

“Yes,” I asked and, wonder why they were roaming in the home wearing these short dresses. Couldn’t they follow the rest of the staff and follow the uniform. I mean it would be much better.

“Mr. Lucca’s guests are here…can you tell who should follow to serve them?”

“Like what?” I couldn’t get what she was asking from me.

“Sasha used to tell who will go…but in her absence, I think you should.”

“I…I don’t know any staff here in person…who do you think I should?...” I asked getting out thinking to get to the guests.

“I can go and my friend…”

“How many people you want to only serve? Wouldn't you be enough?” I asked,

“They are three so?...” She trailed off.

“Who are these guests? I mean are they his friends? Associates?”

“Mrs. Lucca? You are in your slippers?” The woman pointed making me look at my feet as I was coming down the stairs.

“Oh?” I whispered,

“Ok…you go…make sure to serve them. Ask them what they would like to have in the dinner.”

“Sure,” She passed me a very sweet smile that really made me uncomfortable for some reasons.

I went up to change into one of my heels and took a look in the mirror before coming down. I took the stairs down to only find the living area at the entrance to be empty. Last time his friend was waiting for him here. So, I didn’t know. I walked into the back area again to notice the area to be well lighted unlike my last times here. But still, the place was empty. I looked at the woman in the corner who was making drinks and took things in the trolley.

“Where are Mr. Lucca’s guests?” I asked but got a very bored expression from the woman.

“In the south wing…first floor,”

“Thank you?” I replied before walking away and passed further down the halls to get to the south wing. I was about to take the stairs when I found the butler.

“Mrs. Lucca?” Mr. Colombo asked me,

“Yes,” I replied,

“Where are you going?” He asked and seemed unsure.

“To see the guests?” I replied and took the stairs up to the first floor and this is when I heard them chattering. I didn’t have this focus on who was saying what but I could hear them laughing.

I took a long breath before getting a huge smile on my face but the moment my eyes went to the living area on the first floor my face was of horror. I saw two men around my husband’s age lying with their shirts almost undone and women on their laps.

“She is the one I was talking about.” The one with a very square face spoke. He was the same guy I noticed when I returned from Mauritius.

“f**k! She is hot!” The other one said making me look at the woman who came to tell me about these guests.

“They are Mr. Lucca’s guests.” She became breathless before replying and laughed looking back at the guest who was moving under her. And, the moment my eyes lay on the tension behind that person’s pants I had to say.

“I request you two to leave this property immediately.” I didn’t yell but my voice was indeed so loud.

“Who the f**k is she to talk likes this?” I was literally shivering to do so but I was sure it was more of the anger. The two women became puzzled as they look at me. And, the other new man had fury on his face.

“Nothing special…I have heard she has taken money from Matteo too.” The words were enough to burn me.

“That’s none of your business. And, you will be seeing yourself out this instant too.” I told that woman but yelped feeling a pair of hands around me. “I like your hair.” I could only turn my head to find a pair of brown eyes staring back at me. And, all I was doing was to get out of his iron hold around me.

“Leave me!” I yelled but the moment I felt that guy rubbing him behind me I yelled, “Mr. Colombo!”

I scratched his hands when he came to hold my chest but soon I found Mr. Colombo coming and yelling. “She is Mrs. Lucca!” The man let me go and I almost got out slapping his face.

“She is the lady of the house. I am sure you know you are supposed to leave this place this instant.”

I had my head lowered heaving as I refused to look at them when I found the three leaving in less than a minute. “How can she be different? Mr. Lucca said…” One of the women started but Mr. Colombo was quick to add.

“Ask Mr. Lucca,”

“I didn’t stay longer there and took off my shoes to only let them on the floor. I got my dangles out to throw them on the floor before I jumped on the bed to cry louder. Louder than I ever cried. I wanted to get home. I wanted to get to my old life so bad.

Matteo’s POV,

“I knew…I knew it will happen,” I told Peter while one of my secretaries poured wine for me.

“Congratulations, Mr. Lucca,” I held the glass high before emptying it in one single gulp.

“f**k! Negotiate it for only five years. And, remember, no matter the conditions my company will hold the ninety percent of the Riverland project at all times.”

“I never imagined that we will start getting offers this soon,” Peter mentioned.

“In one single day, Peter, in one single day we are to receive more than a hundred billion dollars from Russia and China,…and this is only the beginning.” I looked at him. I knew he too had nothing to say.

“Ask me anything today, literally anything.” I offered him while he took a long breath before saying.

“I don’t know. Can I take time?” He asked while I couldn’t help laughing.

“Take all the time you want,” I said and turn to look at the view from my office. “f**k, I am so high.”

“Mr. Lucca? I delayed Mrs. Russo’s call to you for a week. It is up…”

“Who is Ms. Russo?” I turn and look into his eyes.

“How much she owned? One twenty-five billion dollars? Do you think she is worthy of all the hassle we were going to get in for her…murdering her uncles…cousins? f**k her! Don’t ruin the moment Peter!” I couldn’t help laughing at the end,”

I turned around to only hear. “Well, I am serious. Maybe it's Mrs. Lucca’s luck? Her star suits you…I guess.” I turned around to give him a raised brow.

“And, what do you think I come to the office for! For f**k’s sake! Stop ruining my mood!”

This made me recall that woman with a little mouth. And, how much my hand loved pulling her hair. I love to pull her hair any time I get it. I wonder if she deserved a little treat. I hadn’t given her anything so far. The money was paid by my father to her. And, though I have told her a thousand times how I have spent on her. All of my slaves were purchased too. And, they still get gifts and dinners.

I know I have paid for my wife a lot more than I would pay for a slave but I can think of it as buying a virgin slave that is overpriced and I never showed any interest in those kinds thinking why to pay more.

But surely knowing and keeping a woman only you have touched gives a different kind of satisfaction to my male ego. She feels so clean and pure. I smiled recalling her red face.

“Mr. Saud in online for you,” Peter spoke from behind and I went on to receive the call. He congratulated me after hearing the news about my project. The man was a Sheikh from the U.A.E and the person who introduced me to having slaves five years ago. And, seeing how easy it is to not spend time to get a good f**k was amazing and that comes with hygiene too.

I finished my call with Mr. Saud to see how I have received two calls from Mr. Colombo and that was too weird.

I called back to only hear, “Mr. Colombo!”

“What the hell!” I demanded an explanation.

“Lorenzo and his friends…Mrs. Lucca believed they are guests and…”

“Throw them out of my place!” I shouted before running out of my office. My car only started when I got a call from Mr. Colombo.”

“They left,” He told me making me breath in relax.

“Where is she?” I asked.

“In your room, Mr. Lucca...” He replied,

“I want you to give me all the details…” I gritted while I was this close to throwing my phone. It was like the worst day. I was pissed to let that girl this space in my mind to act this way. She was like a bad addiction. And, something told me she will cost me more than necessary one day.