Chapter 8.2
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"Did you two enjoy it?" It seems like the señorito to the air. He was with us walking to the living room while his wife and kid went ahead of us. I still can’t believe he has his own family already. He is about what…? Twenty-five? And his son is around five or four? He looks too young for that.
I gasped at his question. He was standing alongside his father but his eyes were directed ahead. Based on his question and the words he left before leaving for work earlier, why does it seem like he is insinuating something? Is he still at it? Thinking something’s going on between me and his father?
"Well, yes. I tried to teach her about billiards but it’s not her thing so we watched a movie instead."
"For four hours?" Yves asked in a mocking, unbelieving tone. Just like his father, Mr. Montevalles, I’m shocked to hear how he makes the count of the time we spent in the entertainment room. His guess of the time is right, but does he really have to make count? What are you trying to say?
He had the wrong suspect. Why is he trying to give false accusations again?
"Uhm, well..." Mr. Montevalles said, clueless with the grumpiness of his son. Or maybe he’s used to that kind of attitude.
“Did you show her the shooting range as well?” He continued his question as if I didn't exist and walked with them.
To that question, Mr. Montevalles stopped walking. My heart started beating rapidly when his arm on my waist tightened. His son was two steps ahead of us when he noticed we stopped on our tracks. He has the audacity to look at us with confusion on his face after all his nonsense questions.
"No," his father answered in a hard tone, "remember, she shot my men and I wouldn't allow her to be trained with guns inside my house."
I blinked, my heartbeat stopped for seconds. In the blink of an eye, the real Mr. Montevalles is back to his real self. I badly wanted to slap his son across his face and scream at him for being so insensitive. Why can’t he, for once, keep his mouth shut? Does he really want his dad so bad to hurt me again? To treat me like an animal.
I was silently watching everyone eat in the living room. I’ve learned that Cyril is also an orphan like me. Her parents were business partners with Mr. Montevalles. She and Yves grew together. Yves studied high school and college in America. He got reunited with her when he came. Things happened and that’s when they decided to have their own family.
I heart constricted listening to their normal conversation. I feel suffocated and I'm wishing to inhale fresh air. I want to make myself believe it’s not because of the knowledge I learned about the señorito and his wife. I want to make myself believe it is because of the thought of Mr. MOntevalles going back to his real self of manhandling me.
Yet, I can’t deny the fact that my restlessness has something to do with the señorito.
It's not because I feel something for him. I’m just perplexed by his actions and the things he does to me. He has his own family but he also has the time of his life trying to mess with me. He acts around me like a careless free man.
"You okay?" Mr. Montevalles whispered gently. I jumped in surprise as his huge hand made contact with the small of my back.
I wasn't able to give him an answer. Our attention was caught by the kid who stood from his seat and gave everyone a serious face. He motioned his head to the direction of the stairs, as a way of excusing himself.
"Where to, Yohan?" Cyril asked.
"I need to use the bathroom, Mommy."
Cyril nodded in approval and was about to stand but I was quick to move. “I’ll do it.” Before she could refuse, I smiled at the kid and held his hand. ”I'll lead you to the—"
"No need," the kid answered and took his hand back. He looked up at me, and I was amazed at how closely he resembled his father and grandfather. "I'm a big boy."
I don’t feel offended, but feel melted instead. There’s no doubt, the blood of the Montevalleses is running in his veins. I’m just worried he will also get the attitude of the men of this family.
"It's fine, Yohan. Mama just wants to accompany you," Mr. Montevalles reassuringly said to his grandchild.
Yohan nodded with pouting lips. I followed him out of the living room. But that was after I smiled at Mr. Montevalles and Cyril. I didn’t dare give a glance to the señorito.
There’s a comfort room next to the room below the stairs, but the kid used the stairs to go up. I tried helping me to avoid unexpected accidents, but he put his small hands out of my reach. I became content walking on his shadow to make sure he won’t fall with his small limbs. Upstairs, he turned to the east. I followed him down the hallway and stopped outside one of the rooms on the side. I have never seen these rooms before because my room is on the west side. Yohan twisted the door handle and pushed the door open.
I hesitated into following him, but I’m here to help him. I closed the door behind me. It’s a children’s room. That’s the first thing I noticed. Not that big, but not too small. Everything is light blue and white. The walls, curtains, bedsheets, and even the carpet on the floor. There is a toy collection and stuffed toys on the side. Besides, it is a blue study table with a kid’s random drawings.
It all caught my attention but I made sure not to take the child away from my sight. He opened the door connected to a comfort room. I tried to go inside with him but I halted after he gave a vacant look.
"Where are you going?” His voice was bold, suddenly far from the soft voice he used in front of everyone. He sounded… authoritative.
I cleared my throat and stood upright, suddenly feeling the uneasiness. I feel like becoming a maid to his simple question. I can’t believe how strong and thick the Montevalles' blood is on him.
"I’ll go with you—"
"I said, I don't need it. I'm big enough," he said with a firm tone. The confidence is on him but the determination to prove his point is also there. It’s not only Montevalles’s blood but also, he is the epitome of the combined Mr. Montevalles and Señorito.
"But what if—" I was trying to say. I know he is not a baby anymore but he is still a kid. I don't think he can manage to go inside the comfort room and do his thing alone. Accidents happen. What if...
"I need privacy.” His voice became authoritative and it startled me. Seeing him act like this, he becomes like a little Mr. Montevalles who’s aware of his power and how to use it. One wrong move and I’m dead from this kid. And it’s a lot scarier because he is a kid and I don’t have even the slightest idea what he is capable of.
I warily nodded down at him, "o-okay."
I let go of an uncomfortable sigh. I was about to sit on the bed when the common door surprisingly opened. I almost fell on the floor because of his sudden entry, especially after seeing who it was.
He closed the door behind him. He scanned the room before his eyes landed on my chest where I had instinctively placed my palm over. I immediately put it down, darting my eyes from him and to the comfort room’s door. "H-He's inside the bathroom," I informed him, thinking he’s looking for his son.
He strode toward me. The fear crawled in on me because of his bold stance.
"U-Uhm, Yohan is—" I let out a suppressed shriek when he seized my arm and pulled me to him. He pushed me to the comfort room’s door. His right arm snaked around my waist while his right hand held the doorknob close. Before I could think of what he’s up to, he’s already able to execute his plan.
With his left hand, he held a fistful of my hair and forced my head to look up at him. I gasped in both surprise and shock. And like the i***t he is, he took that opportunity to assault me with a punishing kiss. Again. What the hell?
All my will to shout and yell at him were muffled between the kisses, leaving me frustrated when it sounded more like a moan rather than a protest.
Pushing himself more against me, he deepened the kiss enabling me to fight or even resist. All the while he's assaulting me, the fact that we're inside his own son's room, who's actually just inside this f*****g bathroom door and with his wife and father downstairs, never left my thought.
What the hell is wrong with the guy?
Had it not for the small and faint knock from inside the bathroom, I know I was also on the verge of responding back.
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