Grown up

Finally, I was getting ready to leave my father's house for good. I overheard them talk about Me last night, they didn't try to hold anything. It was so bad that I couldn't sleep, I kept checking for ways to sleep so I could catch my flight tomorrow.

"She is going to be alright, John" I heard my dad's girlfriend say to my father as I walked out of the house with my bags.

John (My father) and his girlfriend didn't care to see me off, so no one followed me to the airport. Just me, myself, and I.

When the plane announced our departure, I sat still, waiting for the heavy lump in my chest to reduce. I anticipated all the good turns, seriousness, and adventure I would make out in London.

'To your face, mom' I whispered to myself before closing my eyes.

I slept all through the flight, resting for all the days that I didn't sleep. I dreamed about having the best job, happiness, and a good career. I was sure I had a smile on my face all through the sleep and ride but that didn't continue when I woke up with a sharp neck pain.

I must have slept in the bad position and all I wanted was to get into my taxi and head to my new apartment. The company was nice enough to link me up with a pick-up man but I knew that would be because of how close my new boss was to my father.

Sweet friendship!

I followed the instructions when I landed at the airport. It was hard for me to locate his car and for no doubt, that wasn't a taxi car.

It was 6: 26 p.m., I never expected a black Ferrari to come pick me up! I tried the number again, calling him and watching him describe his position from where I stood.

I drew in deep breaths, accepted my fate and walked to the car. I opened the door at the back of the passenger seat and sat down.

"Hello" I muttered.

Silence.

The driver was wearing a black shade, covering most of his mysterious identity. He was looking at me from the front mirror and for some moment I thought about getting out till he removed his glass.

My heart skipped a beat and neatly exploded.

I held the door handle, contemplating if I should go out or stay. It's definitely a busy world but I never expected to see him.

Not my ex. Not Derick.

"Hi, Amanda" Derick said with a flat expression on his face. It was the same expression he used to give me whenever he wanted me to accept his decision.

I remember that look well, that look had made me shivered and thought I was making the worst mistake in my entire life. That same look still scare me now, wondering if I had gotten into his car by mistake.

Slowly, I dialed the number of the pick up man and watched his phone rang. How come I didn't recognize his voice. Why does he still have such effect on me? Making me shiver in fright and hate!

I gulped.

After he ghosted me in Germany? He still had that look on his nonchalant face.

"You are calling me" Derick said in a mocking tone "I work for our boss, Mr Aldo Moguel and he asked me to pick you up personally"

I nodded once then smiled.

No one said anything, he just drove in silence as we got to a big building.

"You will resume work here tomorrow by 9 am" he said.

As he waited for me to get a perfect view of the building, he kept staring at me through the front mirror.

The building looked huge, like a 20 storey building with 'AM' boldly written on the left side of the building. I mentally joked about how they really wanted everyone to come in time to work.

While I was checking the building, Derick drove off. He kept staring at me through the front mirror and stepping on the accelerator like he was trying to kill us both. I wanted to tell him to slow down, that I wasn't the one that left but I couldn't.

He didn't say anything about it and I wasn't going to say anything either. He just drove straight to another building apartment, turn back to give me the key and held my hand when I took it.

"Room 203" He muttered as he looked at my face with a sly smile on his face "You will report to boss office tomorrow by 9 immediately you arrive or he will be out" he Informed with a now flat expression "Mr Aldo Moguel got this apartment for you, Ama" he said, calling the pet name he only calls me back then.

I tried to take it but gulped when his grip went tighter. Soon, he let go of my hand and watched me get out of the car.

I don't turn around to look at him. I was trying hard not to break down in front of him to show him that he still had the same effect on me. Getting to the building entrance, I turned back to look at him and saw him still there with a smirk on his face.

"I know you never became anything without me, Ama. I can help you" he opened the door, climbed out, and relaxed on the car with his arms folded across his chest.

I panicked.

Rage deprived me of the last sanity I had and I dropped my bag, walked back to him, and slapped him as hard as I could.

"Fück you, Derick! Fück you so much!"

With that, I was gone. Straight to my room and crying out my life. I didn't expect to leave my father for a better life and come to meet this.

Why?

Why did I hit him? Why did I let him see me cry? Why do I still feel like I love him? Why does he have that useless effect on me!?

I lay still on the bed, facing the ceiling. Not long after I could no longer cry, I closed my eyes and drifted into a long satisfying sleep.

¶

The next morning was like every first day at work. I woke up right on time and even had enough time to check out the house. It was a room and parlor apartment; I had my own kitchen, bathroom, and toilet, water was running well, the room seemed newly furnished and I hoped my dad's friend didn't go through all that for me.

Frankly, the room was the ideal room for anyone. So comfortable, I had the TV to myself and did I tell y'all that I slept with the AC on throughout the night?

The coffee maker was hard to start so I left it. I did all I would do and took a taxi to work.

"Can't be late on my first day" I said to myself.

The place wasn't far, I had some money, and I planned on dealing with breakfast later. I took the elevator and found another lady standing in. She wore a dark pink suit, had her honey-brown hair in a neat updo, and held her small bag in front of her.

Damn, she looks good!

Unlike me, dressed in a simple brown-orange dress, had my hair combed back and my old bag almost hidden. If it was possible to hide my shoes, I would. I can't have her see the leather peeling while her Black heel stood tall and boastful.

If it could talk, it would tell me to write my worth and hand it over. When the week end and I get my paycheck of 3400 euro, I will remember to get lots of things.

"Bye," the girl said as the elevator stopped and walked out.

She seems nice. Did she?

I walked straight to the receptionist, a very cool-looking man who looked like he would be in his early thirties. His hairline had already started to recede, making his straight short black hair look mature.

His yellow suit matched his almost yellow teeth, making me mentally remind myself not to take too much coffee.

As Derick had instructed me yesterday, I introduced myself, got directed to my boss's office, and hoped he didn't look mean. I hoped he wouldn't ask me lots of questions and hoped that he would be fair.

I did all I could to avoid eye contact with him, even when I saw his wrist tattoo and a familiar-looking wristwatch.

I greeted him first and waited for him to tell me to sit down but he didn't. I had to look up, to see him looking back at me with no expression on his face.

It was him! I know him!! I know that face!!!

"Hello, Amanda," Mr. Aldo said.

So the Aldo Moguel has been the same person from the night at the bar. What was he doing in New York? why does he have that professional angry look on his face? Was he mad at me? Did he even know me? Am I sacked?

The night at the bar! The one-night stand!! It was late, right? He won't be able to remember my face.

But I did. I even remembered his Blancpain wristwatch. I remember the neck and Wrist tattoos. I remembered that night, the way his big fat divk filled me and made me scream his name for want, lust, pain, and pleasure.

I remembered that he told me that my pvssy was good and he would have me because he wanted me. Does he remember too?

"Hey! I never knew John had such a grown-up daughter like you, Amanda" Aldo intoned in a deep bass voice that made me melt from the inside.

I gulped saliva in relief.

Pfffff! He doesn't recognize me and I won't need to have my underwear checked because I know that I just wet myself!

Damn! This can't be good.