7: Head massage

ALDO'S POV

Amanda.

Gosh! That girl didn't know what she was doing to me.

Since that night at the bar, I couldn't get over her. I just had to look for her and when I found out that John was her Father, I was more than happy to make her get to me.

I would take care of her. No one would have her because she belonged to me.

The day I went to her house, I really just wanted to know how she doing. She wasn't feeling so well at work and I thought it would be best to visit but my bad. After the bar she did not remember what had happened, I felt she was too drunk to remember. I couldn't get myself to tell her and make it official so I just followed my mind.

Fvck! I shouldn't have gone.

I shouldn't have looked at her body.

I shouldn't have touched her.

Her wet soft p***y, her lips, those eyes, her scent.

I haven't been able to get over them since that day. The morning when I left, she was sleeping peacefully and I just wanted to cuddle her more at that moment. I wonder why her father doesn't seem to like her.

He sounded like she was a burden, his new wife didn't want her and she was as naive as fvck!

I had avoided her all these days, all I did was sit in the rolling chair in my office and watch her through the monitor or watch her from home.

Today I was in the office and watching her talk to another person was a bit hard to watch. I never knew that dude's name but I knew he worked for me and he was good.

They had a very brief discussion and he walked away. I switched the camera, watching her every move, and felt like a f*****g stalker. It should be creepy and sick but I loved seeing her.

I felt like she was too good for this world and I had to protect her.

I watched her drink water and mentally reminded myself to check what happened to her dispenser later. I waited for her to walk away as I saw Derrick walk behind her but she wasn't looking.

"No!" I growled when I saw Derrick touch her ass.

That cake belonged to me and me alone.

I was pissed, jealous, and triggered when I saw that she even looked scared. It was like they knew each other or must have met each other before.

I watched as she talked to him, moved aside, and wanted to desperately get away from him but he was getting out of hand.

"Amma kill that boy!" I snapped.

Quickly, I looked away. I searched for my phone, found it, and began to dial her number.

I watched as she didn't look at her phone until it ended and I called again.

"Hello Mr...?"

"Get your ass over my office" I snapped.

I was fuming!

He touched her! She didn't fight back. She didn't ask for help!!

I glared at Derrick as he watched her walk away. That look on his face. It wasn't clear and even when I zoomed to get the exact look, it wasn't clear enough.

I heard the door knock and asked her to come in. I was expecting Amanda but Nnena walked in.

"You have a meeting in an hour sir and ..."

"I know, I will get it done" I interrupted her and waved at her to go out.

She bowed slightly, gave me her usual professional smile, and walked away. Before the door could close, I saw Amanda walking towards it. She smiled at Nnena who said something to her and she laughed.

Pfffff!

It was refreshing to hear her laughter. To see that genuine calmness on her face and see how pleased she looked.

She walked to the door, knocked, and came in when I asked her to. She stood in front of my table, her gaze not leaving her legs and I just watched.

She wasn't looking the way I wanted my woman to be. The cheap dress she wore, cheap shoes, her hair looked like she hadn't had it done in a while and her hands were shaking.

I was hurt.

I didn't like the way I saw her and I wanted to hug her. I wanted to kiss her and tell her that she would be alright because she had me but instead, I stared at her as blankly as I could and asked.

"What happened to your dress?"

She hesitated and I was sure that she was getting her lies together. Her eyes refused to meet mine like she was afraid I would get the lies hidden behind her sweet eyes.

"I was going to get water, I almost tripped and it poured on my dress" she lied.

I was hurt and it pained me that she would lie to me. She didn't even try to look me in the face or try to make her face a bit believable.

"You almost tripped," I said.

Amanda gulped.

It was obvious that she was lying and scared.

"I am talking to you, Angioletto" I almost yelled.

I was shaking on the inside. I wanted her to tell me if she had had anything with Derrick or why she looked like she was about to pass out.

"There is no water in my office, I was thirsty, so I went to get it and tripped on my way back" Amanda again lied as she avoided my gaze.

She looked elsewhere, the table, the empty cup, her phone, her nails, but not my face.

"I am sorry Sir, it will never happen again" She looked me in the eyes this time.

I just stared at the chair in front of me and she understood and went to sit. Gosh! She was just a good girl. My good girl.

She never stole anything from me that night even when I had money littered everywhere for her. She didn't get to steal my watch, or the black card I had left

in the open for her.

While I watched her face, I enjoyed that face. That angelic look that changed to that of a naughty kitten whenever she was in the mood.

I wished she would remember, if she would talk about even knowing me or if she would talk about the whole thing but she didn't.

"I have a headache" I lied.

She stood up and just looked at me. It was as did she was not sure of what to do.

"Won't you come to have a look?"

She nodded, rushed to me and just stood still.

"Please touch me" I didn't know when I said it.

I looked up to Amanda from where I was sitting and she looked calm. Her tiny hands held my head, brought me a bit close to her stomach, and gave me a gentle head massage.

Fvck! I love it.

I closed my eyes, enjoying her touch and trying hard not to get hard.

Her touch was doing both good and bad but I was ready to risk it all. I was ready to just stay still, let her massage me and hopefully, she would remember.

Her phone vibrated and we both looked over to where she was sitting before. She didn't try to move away from me and I loved it.

"You won't take it?"

She smiled as she left me.

I didn't know if she did it intentionally but she showed the screen of her phone to me before holding it well.

If I wasn't mistaken, I saw Derrick as the caller.

It could be something else. It could be another Derrick.

I watched her tense up as she ended the call and walked back to me. She stopped as if getting to her senses and said in a really low voice.

"I should get something for your headache, Sir," she said.

I rolled my eyes in frustration and stood up. I pointed at the potable fridge in my office and headed to the door.

"You stay here for the rest of today, Get drinks from the fridge and my head is fine" I instructed her.

I thought she would talk back a bit, to hear that tone she used at me at the bar that night but she didn't. She slowly walked back to her seat, sat, and whispered the saddest "Yes Sir" I have ever heard.

I will deal with that later.

I need to attend my meeting.