Chapter 32: Mafia’s possession
"Do not make me repeat my words," Alexander snarled. "What the hell happened last night? I need answers. Don't let me force the words of your mouth!"
Jacqueline held the duvet tighter as if it was a shield to protect her from Alexander's piercing gaze.She drew it to her body as she held her breath in fear. Her eyes were shut tight as her mind kept swirling with thoughts.
She was horrified and she wondered if she should come out clean and tell Alexander the truth. He trusted her to be his personal maid. "I ...I do…," her voice trembled.
Alexander was seething in rage as he glared at her, she looked frightened. At this point, he cared less. All he wanted was for her to explain to him what happened. "Jacqueline, open those eyes of yours and look at me," he commanded.
Her breath hitched in her throat and her chest heaved. Then her eyes flew open and she sat up. She couldn't bring herself to look at him. "Mr. Vladimir, I am sorry," her voice shook.
His eyes softened, the bed dipped as he sat close to Jacqueline on the bed. His long sleeved shirt was partly opened, exposing his well chiselled chest which was as hard as granite. He pulled the duvet away from her body and she drew back, away from him.
His eyes glistened with mirth. "Sorry, huh? Tell me what exactly are you sorry for?"
Jacqueline swallowed hard. "For ….,"
Before she could complete her words, Alexander drew closer to her and then pulled her against his muscular chest. And kissed her before she could object. Then he stopped and looked into her eyes. "You don't have to be sorry. I want you to be very careful. You were found unconscious in the pool last night."
Jacqueline breathed in relief. She was supposed to be happy that Alexander doesn't know her true intent in his life but a deep feeling of anxiety kept gnawing at her heart.
What will become of her when he finds out? It seemed like each time he comes this close at discovering the truth, something pushes it away. Thereby postponing the inevitable discovery of the truth.
She nodded. "I will be careful."
He got up from the bed staring at her, she became self conscious of herself. Which made her look away from his gaze.
He shoved his hands in his pocket and his lips curled up in a smile.His eyes were filled with amusement.
Jacqueline was lost in confusion, why was he smiling at her. Why does he have that look.on his face?
As if reading her thoughts, he said, "Are you trying to seduce me?"
"What? Seduce you. Hell no. Why would I do that?"
"You tell me. Look down," he said.
Jacqueline's face turned beetroot red. She was flabbergasted, her loose fitted gown had drawn up exposing her thighs. She quickly got up from the bed and ran out.
She heard his mocking laughter behind her as she fled to her room. She closed tge door behind her and rested her back on the door. It's obvious that Alexander is an irredeemable nutjob.
She just doesn't seem to understand him. One minute he is playing nice and pulling the good Samaritan act and another minute he is acting cruel! She sighed deeply, he should be checked mentally.
Jacqueline went into the bathroom for a quick shower. She caught her reflection in the mirror and she almost froze in shock. Her hair was messy and her eyes were smeared with mascara which made her look like a psychiatric patient. She looks like a real nutjob.
It dawned on her that the devil spawn was making jest of her appearance. Her strapless gown from last night was changed into the one she had on. She hoped it was Penelope who did that.
Then why was she left with this hideous ruined makeup?
Gosh! She was convinced that it was all Alexander's idea. That man gets the kicks from using her for his amusement.
"Nutjob," she cursed under her breath. And angrily removed her clothes and got into the shower, she turned the faucet on and water splashed on her.
A few minutes later, she hurried out of the bathroom with a white towel tied around her body. A towel was wrapped around her hair to absorb water from it. She got into her uniform and packed her hair in a tight ponytail.
At that moment her phone rang, jolting her. She turned around to see her purse on the bed. She wondered how it got there. The phone kept ringing and she quickly grabbed it.
It was an unknown number which made her heart skip in fear. She quickly answered the phone.
"I see you made it out alive, Jayz," she froze in shock, it was Chain speaking to her on the phone.
Her heartbeat accelerated in fear as anxiety surged through her. "Boss," her voice trembled.
"Now listen properly. I will be spending some time here in Milan. I need you to watch Alexander's move and report everything back to me. I want you to search his room, study, just search that damn mansion and get me good information," Chain barked.
She gulped down and her throat bobbed. God, how did she get here? Getting information about Alexander is like drawing water from stone.
Searching his room can expose her and her cover will be blown.
"Yes, I understand," she muttered.
"Alexander is expecting a shipment soon. I want you to get me information about that shipment. I want to know where it will be offloaded and what it contains. I expect you to report back to me in twenty four hours. Else, your sister will face the result of your incompetence!."
The phone conversation ended and Jacqueline fell down, her eyes were filled with tears.
If she doesn't get the required information, her sister will be murdered in cold blood.
She was ready to protect her sister at all costs.
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