Chapter 16 - Vampy Woman?

Mona's POV:

“We’re home, baby.” He’s tensing up, controlling his reactions, but his voice is thicker than before, and he’s clearing his throat. I’m so laughing inside as now I’m sure he doesn’t have time to play the Bad Boy Fucker with me. Muhahaha! I win some as well.

He’s kissing my forehead while I pop some sleepy, innocent eyes at him, which aren’t that fake as I’m like that. “Yeah? Great…. I need to rest…. I don’t even need to eat anymore….” Not lying, as I can’t wait to sleep, alone, comfortable, in a bed.

I want to get off him and go on the other seat for him to get down the car and I to follow him inside the house, show me where I can sleep and have him gone out of my sight. I’m not recovered and low in energy, though I do feel better after being with him like that.

“Baby?” He stops me, taking my chin and making me look up into his drunk green forest.

“What?! Let me get down! You took me on your lap!” I’m pushing his chest and acting like a real sleepy, grumpy kid as this is my state now.

“Shh…. I need to tell you something.”

I know! You need to go there! You don’t have to give me any explanation or announce me! Just…. Fuck…. I want that fucking bed and you out….

“Make it fast. I want to sleep….” I do have to wake up in the morning and work my own agenda, you know?

“I have to fly out of the county tonight and I’ll be out for a few days, love.” He’s waiting for my reaction. I move my head in a whatever manner.

“Okay. It’s not like that is a problem for me. You do whatever you need to do. Let’s get down the car and show me where I can sleep.” He’s narrowing that stare on me, keeping my chin with his left hand.

My heart is tired, dude. I need to sleep if you took me out of my office and didn’t let me work.

“You’re so happy to have me out, huh?”

Muhahaha! You bet, sucker.

A smirk escapes on my lips without my intention….

“I’m happy to go to sleep, 'babe'. My heart is jamming in exhaustion. Whenever I’m out of work, my guilty pleasure is to sleep. So, yeah. You have no part in that happiness of mine.”

He lowers his head to kiss my lips again, but I back off my head.

“You bad baby…. Come here….”

YOU MOTHERFUCKER!

He forces a deep kiss on me again, tightening me on him while I’m pushing his left shoulder to stop!

Anyways, after I don’t know how long he has kissed me like he has never, ever, kissed me in his life, he takes me inside, tells me that starting tomorrow morning I’ll have a limo with an escort like he has wherever I’ll go as he doesn’t allow me to drive my own car.

He presents me the head of my security, Gibson, one as towering and buffed as him and Randy, around thirty. He says he’ll be with me at all times, even inside places, for protection. I roll my eyes and cross my arms hearing all that, adding a puff from time to time as it’s like being a criminal something and have limited freedom. Even my dad hasn’t done it like that with me.

He continues in telling me I’m NOT ALLOWED to have car races as he’ll SO PUNISH ME. I so frown at that and have a baffled expression he knows about that. This fucker…. But I keep silent to not aggravate him and see him leaving faster, like a kid with her dad who knows that once alone will do whatever she pleases behind the said dad. Ha-ha! Yeah, well….

After some more 'instructions' in general, he shows me in 'our' bedroom, where I have a humongous dressing room with all the things I need and not necessarily need, from clothes to jewelry to makeup and to everything an Empress would fucking need, he grabs me in another wild and needy kissing and embrace till the suffocation of me, and barely goes with that Randy to fly to fucking Italy, telling me he’ll call me when he’ll land there.

I wave him off with half a smile and can’t wait to hear and see the cars going with him, a sound that will bring me relief I’m off the hook with him. He’s pissed off he has to leave.

Bye-bye, Bad Boy Fucker…. Couldn’t be better this to happen and I to be off you, baby boy. MUHAHAHAHA! OH! THE AIR OF FUCKING TRIUMPH! HE WON’T FUCK ME! HA-HA! Stay forever there, love. The fuck I mind. I’ll so love you for it. MUHAHAHA!

And he’s gone and I’m a free bird! Yay!

When I turn around from the main door as I shut it upon my 'baby boy' living, there’s Gibson, and we have a moment of silence with a lock of stares. He’s submitted.

“Gibson? To whatever you heard from him, I don’t need all that. I’ll agree to the escort, but I won’t need you with me inside places. And car races? I have nothing planned this week, so we’re good on that for the moment. The rest, we’ll talk in the morning. I’m off to bed.”

I’m heading to the stairs to go to the bedroom and sleep as I’m almost crawling on the floor.

“I’ll come down at seven in the morning and we leave at seven-thirty to my company. Prepare the cars for then.”

“Madam? Yes, madam….”

Good boy. Can’t wait the fucking bed…. Though I would so choose another room and not that one…. I do hope it’s not his former bedroom…. UGH! I always have problems to accommodate to a new bed to sleep on…. But from how tired I am after last night and today, not to mention this past month, I’m sure I’ll be knocked out in a few minutes in sleep…. Yeah….

His house and everything are a gigantic mountain of luxury. My house is small potatoes from this one. Well, my dad’s house. I don’t own a property as I haven’t found it necessary from how I traveled around countries with my studies all my life, and in dad’s house, my family house, I do have a private area and rooms where I can invite a girl friend or such if needed.

One week has passed since Bad Boy Fucker has left for Italy. I didn’t take a single call or read even one text message from him. Gibson is always on my back with his phone to take his boss’s call and he’s almost sweating and going pale whenever he hears my rejection and sometimes a door slammed to his face on not taking the call. I just tell Gibson I’m busy and that he can do whatever there as I don’t mind at all, which is the pure truth. For me, I’m still the single, rebel, Mona. Ha-ha!

Off the call with his boss, Gibson tells me how lunatic and exploding Bad Boy Fucker is because I don’t take any of his calls and tries to persuade me to do so. I wave him off each time. He’s at killing himself point, but I don’t care. I’m a bad bitch, I know. I’m sorry for Gibson to be between me and him like this as he’s not guilty for my actions, but I can’t do anything about it.

The female staff in the house are kind and happy to have me at his side, telling me things about him, all praising him one way or another. Some know him for years. And yes, they are also persuading me to take his calls…. Bastard. Ha-ha!

And yes, they sometimes bring me the house phone to take his call, but I take the phone, end the call, and give it back with a smile to their dropped jaws doing this to their handsome boss…. Yeah….

No, they’re not young ones. They are well over forties but so warm and kind people. And the cook in the house? Whoa! She’s amazing…. But I can’t really eat. Breakfast is my main source of eating and even that is low in everything as I’m not feeling well and can’t really eat.

Second day after Frederik left, Gibson took me to a full check-up as per orders from his boss and same things as in England popped, so, there’s nothing more to that. The doctor here said stress might be main issue and prescribed me some more meds. He was a bit concerned over my heart, but he gave me treatment and he’s keeping me under watch with a new appointment next month.

Dad is a bit better seeing me happy and like I usually am around him. He’s working as normal, following my plan with the rest of staff to revamp the companies and switch the market. He tried asking me about Frederik, but I’ve been avoiding details, assuring him we’re good and that I’m accommodating myself with everything, not to worry. Though I’m lying to him. The truth is I’m drowning myself in work to keep my mind busy and not think about the whole situation with my marriage with him. Not having Bad Boy Fucker around is easier for me to not think about it.

Dana is constantly asking me about the 'wedding night' and how that night went in the company. I brushed her off, threatening her I’ll fire her…. Yep. I’m not a telling one over such stuff as I consider them private. And because now I’m the official wife of the fucker, I need to maintain the image of our marriage as being 'perfect' and 'fine'. Fucking Devil…. Second day, Brad barged into my office and went crazy over the situation with Gibson coming inside as he seemed he knew him previously. Gibson eyed him the entire time and when Brad asked me why he was in there I had to lie he’s my own bodyguard from my company. Gibson frowned at this but played along.

Brad wasn’t convinced over this and went on and on with a million questions, expressing his intentions, his feelings for me and such stuff. I stayed there and listened to him as I owed him that because of involving him, mentally facepalming myself for the decision of trying to fool Shawn with him and have this with Brad now.

To 'nicely' put an end to Brad’s anger and frustration and his pleads to give me the money to give it back to Bad Boy Fucker, I had to force myself and say to his face I have fallen in love with Frederik and I realized that later that day as I knew Bad Boy Fucker for years, having our families close in business and outside of it.

Gibson smirked hearing that, though it was a lie from my part for Brad. I apologized once again to Brad for doing that to him with the call and play and reminded him I’m not all there and I didn’t take well the way Shawn dealt with the situation to make me 'wake-up' we’re good for each other and all that blah-blah I could muster to express and make him calm down and believe the lie.

He didn’t calm down and he didn’t believe it though. He left on saying he’s not giving up on this and he’ll solve the damn thing as he does know me…. Gibson almost killed him by the look he had in his eyes at Brad but left it at that. Upon Brad’s leave, I clarified to Gibson that all I said to Brad was a lie and not tell Frederik as being true. He went silent over that.

Anyhow, as I said, I’m working my ass out in the company, day in and day out, reaching 'home' late in the night, around midnight. Wherever I go, I have fourteen studs, armed and dangerous, wearing last trends suits, as an escort after me, with Gibson being the head, and always on the passenger’s seat of the limo with me in the back, and the other one driving, Adrien. They’re nice guys and always alert, but I don’t exchange many words with them, just when I need to let them know of my itinerary for the day.

Oh, and when one of them pleads to call their boss or take the calls from him. I go dead silent over that and initiate a call somewhere to avoid the topic, having them both sigh in frustration because of it.

I don’t want to hear or speak to Shawn. It’s not like I’m setting myself like this, but I’m not in the mood for it. I know it would irritate me and I’m already with my nerves highway to deal with added shit. I need to breathe in peace as long as he’s out and I’m already thinking of ways on how I could deal with him upon his return to avoid him. I know that first thing he’ll do when he’ll come back will be to be all over me and 'fuck' me, so I need prevention on that. Don’t really know how I’ll do it, but I’m working on options.

His mom and dad have taken me out to a restaurant today for lunch. Yeah, they were eager to see me and tell me how happy they are I’m their daughter-in-law. I had to play in front of them everything is great and…yeah. They’re lovely people and act like mom and dad with me. His mom is a doll in her all, a natural one. Bad Boy Fucker has his mom’s eyes and hair color, but the rest is his dad as genes.

Both his mom and dad look way younger than their age. His dad is exactly like Shawn in built. They look so happy and loving to each other and they told me that their start was as crazy as mine and Bad Boy Fucker’s…. With his dad being the culprit as his son. He laughed with appetite over it and his mom kissed his cheek being reminded of that with a wicked smirk.

She made me recall my own mom and I was sad inside she’s not here with me…. Yeah, I’ve suffered all my life I’ve never met mom and I miss her so much. It’s a bleeding wound in my heart which has never healed….

No, they didn’t seem to know from my 'bad baby boy' I’m not taking his calls and all. They didn’t mention anything on that. Ha-ha! I played my part in front of them though and had a real good time in their company during lunch.

And I’m back in my office for another marathon of work and meetings for the day. I’m beyond exhausted to be honest, but this is not out of the ordinary for the one I am in general. I enjoy working and love the results of my work. It always pays off in the end.

After some meetings with business partners and heads of departments from other branches, the moment my ass lands on my chair and I want to light a cigarette and breathe in silence for a while, on my desk’s phone, Dana’s line flashes and I take the call, having Bad Boy Fucker banging my phone again on my left, a hundredth time today. I mute my phone. “Yeah, babe?” I light my cigarette and splash my back on my chair, shutting my eyes and swinging my chair.

“Babe? There’s a vampy woman downstairs with two bodyguards after her, creating a ruckus as she demands to speak to you.”

My left eyebrow tilts and my eyes open.

Vampy woman? Speak to me? About what?

I’m smoking.

“What about, Dana?”

“Don’t know. She seems a wealthy one by her outfit and she’s young. Around twenty something. That’s what the one from the lobby reception has told me in a whisper. And she has addressed to you as Mona Shawn. When they said to her there’s no Mona Shawn but Mona Sandler, as not all of them know yet about the change in name you have, she said that you’re the one she wants to speak to, using a threatening voice at some levels.”

That’s interesting. Hmm…. A woman…. Knowing my Shawn part. She must be from Bad Boy Fucker’s side. Maybe one of his former bitches? Could be.

He’s calling me again on my phone and I jerk a wrathful stare at the phone, cursing him under my lips.

Maybe I can use her in front of you, fucker, and get rid of you. Maybe she’s God sent to break up with you and end the fucking marriage thingy. The answer to my prayers…. Alright. Let’s see the bitch. I don’t care about anything anyways.

“Send her up. I’ll meet her.”

“Are you sure, babe?”

“Yup. See her in my office.” And I hang up.

I perform a total shut down on my mobile phone to not have Shawn call and interrupt me with her while I’ll have her before me.

Keep your balls in check while I talk with the little bitch. I’m so curious on what she has to say to me. I’m so fucking relaxed and calm right now. He, he, he….

I do have a Zen attitude.

I’m dressed in a black suit with a dark blue blouse, and my hair is in a messy bun. I have stilettos in my feet which match the color of my blouse. Yeah, it’s from what Bad Boy Fucker bought for me at home in the dressing room. I didn’t have time or want to move my own stuff to his house. So, I used what I had at hand. They are all new and on my size. So, yeah….

After a while, Dana calls me again and I pick it up.

“Yeah?”

“Mona? That Gibson hotness is blocking that woman with her men, sending her away. They’re at the main door. She’s yelling at him and he’s losing his patience with her. He seems he knows her, babe.”

Definitely one of my Bad Boy Fucker’s bitches.

I’m grinning with satisfaction.

“I’m coming.” I end the call and stand up to order Gibson to let her in. I so want to speak to her. Ha-ha!

Oh! My baby love! You’re so fucked, ma’boy! MUHAHAHA!

I take my cool and smiling person and inch to my door. Once Dana sees me, she stands up, shrugging her shoulders pointing with her head at the front door where there’s a commotion now with that woman’s high-pitched voice. I’m strolling there with Dana on my footsteps.

“Babe? She’s so damn pissed off with Gibson. You sure you want to have a chat with such a woman? Maybe you should let him deal with her. I wouldn’t want you to hear upsetting things regarding your hotness of a husband. And this type of bitches always bends the truth to win a case. I’m sure at least half of what she wants to say to you is a fucking lie.”

Oh, but I don’t care. Let her tell me whatever she wants. It’s useful to me, nonetheless. He, he, he….

Before I open the door, Gibson is doing the yelling.

“Miss Anastacia! Please, leave! Now! If boss hears about this, he will terminate you with your entire family! I’m giving you a chance to retreat and keep it between us. And don’t think that if you came here with these fuckers, I can’t finish them. Don’t forget who I am and who I represent. Go.”

Oh! Delicious! Ha-ha!

“I will speak to her! She took what’s mine! I….”

I open the door, and she stops speaking at my sight.