An Unpleasant Man
**Rachel**
I left Enrico's room with firm steps, my heart pounding uncontrollably in my chest, an overwhelming feeling of betrayal consuming me. I had been deceived cruelly, and the only person to blame was Enrico, no one else.
He led me to that damn hotel suite and spent the night with me. If I hadn't succumbed to the temptation of alcohol, none of this would have happened, and my life wouldn't have been so shattered since that fateful night. The drink was my weakness, not his beauty, not even the sensations he aroused in me with just one look.
Upon entering my room, I sighed in relief to see that Lindsay had not yet returned from her evening program, which I found somewhat strange but didn't pay much attention to at that moment. There were more urgent matters to deal with, such as the fact that until that night, I was still a virgin, and Enrico had put an end to that.
I couldn't get that fact out of my mind, not even when sleep finally overcame me, as disturbing dreams came to torment my thoughts and emotions. I woke up sweating, overwhelmed by irritation, surpassing any positive feelings I might have had. In the dream, Enrico was marrying Sarah, while Kael and I watched from afar, excluded from the couple's happiness.
Reluctantly, I admitted that the dream had deeply affected me, and my only wish at that moment was to escape from that house and never see Enrico again in my life. I didn't even want to think about that scoundrel, but the slight burning sensation between my legs wouldn't let me forget the passionate moments we had shared in his room the night before.
I glanced at the small clock on the bedside table between my bed and Lindsay's and realized it was still very early. I could still sleep a little more before the unbearable Joseph woke up.
"Are you feeling any pain, Rachel?" Lindsay asked from her bed, startling me.
I hadn't heard her arrive and hadn't noticed that someone was in the other single bed in the room, so I was quite surprised by her sudden question. Also embarrassed.
"No," I replied hesitantly. "Why are you asking me that?"
"You're making light moans," she explained, "so I figured you might be sick or something. Don't you feel anything?"
I decided not to tell Lindsay anything about what happened between Enrico and me, so I quickly searched for an excuse in my mind, but nothing came up.
"It's just a headache," I lied shamelessly, "nothing serious."
Lindsay seemed to accept my explanation, as she didn't press the matter further. She began to share details about her night and how much fun it was to hang out with Enrico's teammate, insisting that I should join her next time.
"Where am I going, Lindsay?" I asked rhetorically. "I can't leave the house with this horrible thing on my face."
"Nonsense, Rachel," Lindsay waved it off. "You're beautiful, that's a fact. A little scar on your face won't erase your beauty."
I wasn't in the mood to hear another one of Lindsay's motivational speeches, so I simply got up from bed without responding and headed to the bathroom. It was time to face another monotonous day, like so many others in the life of someone of humble condition.
After getting ready for work, I went to Joseph's room to help him with his morning tasks, a chore that I hated and that he hated even more than I did. Before going, I passed through the kitchen to grab a cup of strong coffee, as I anticipated that the day would be long.
Already properly awake after a large cup of black coffee with no sugar, I walked towards my everyday torture, facing Joseph and his grouchy and unpleasant temper. When I knocked on the door, I was already prepared with my armor, fully ready for the confrontation.
"Come in, girl!" came the rude command.
I took a deep breath and entered the lair of the fierce lion.
"I'm hungry," Joseph warned, without any kind of previous greeting. "Where's my food?"
"I think it's better to take care of your personal hygiene first, Joseph."
"You don't have to think anything here," another rudeness. "Just go get my breakfast!"
He was already shouting, and I hated when he did that, but I couldn't contradict him. So, I just turned around and went to the kitchen, in search of Joseph's morning meal.
Mrs. Anderson quickly prepared some toast and a glass of orange juice, along with sausages, and when I entered Joseph's room again, he looked at me displeased, which was totally incomprehensible.
"What do you have on that tray?"
"Your breakfast," I replied the obvious, "that you asked me to bring."
"Take this away!" he yelled irritably. "I'm not going to have breakfast in my room. Or do you want to forbid me from going to the breakfast table?"
"I understood that you wanted to have breakfast in your room," I tried to justify, using my dwindling patience.
Joseph approached me slowly, stared at me with fury, and pushed the tray out of my hand so that it fell on the floor, scattering everything on it.
"Why did you do that?" I was horrified. "Now I'll need to call someone to clean up this mess, and Mrs. Anderson will have to prepare everything again."
"Who's going to clean all of this is you yourself," Joseph insisted, looking at me threateningly, "because you were the one who dropped everything."
"I'm not cleaning it!"
"I say you will."
At that moment, while we stared at each other as adversaries in a battle of wills, Enrico appeared at the door, frowning, his attention first on the mess of food on the floor and then on our faces.
"What's going on here?" he demanded to know.
"It was this incompetent who couldn't even hold a tray without dropping everything on the floor," the old grouch lied, "and now she refuses to clean it up."
"You're lying, Joseph!" I protested indignantly. "You're the only one to blame for all of this, don't play the fool."
"I won't accept you talking to my father like that, Rachel," Enrico reprimanded me, shocking me with the coldness of his words. "You're just an employee in my house and owe us respect."
At that moment, various reactions were boiling in my mind, given the anger I felt towards Joseph's behavior and, especially, the way Enrico had just treated me. It had barely been twelve hours since he was inside me!
How could he do this to me, especially in the presence of Joseph, someone who did everything to humiliate me, not to mention how much he made my job more difficult? So, the only thing I could do was lower my head, hide the tears that insisted on filling my eyes, and agree with my "boss's" harsh reprimand.
"I'll get the broom and a mop," I announced, quickly walking out of that room before the tears flowed from my eyes.
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