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“Catherinelle…”
Nice try, Monster.
“Can’t talk, I’m late,” I said without looking at him, going straight to the door and grabbing my parka from the coatrack.
“Late? Late where?”
“I’m going to my mom’s. The driver is outside.”
I put the coat on while he was looking at me like I’d grown a penis in the middle of my forehead.
“You don’t need a driver. I am your driver.”
“Take the day off,” I said and shrugged which made him grab my arm to stop what I was doing.
“Cat, you should have told me to take you to your mother’s place.”
“I didn’t know where you were,” I snapped. “I thought you left.”
He hung his head, looking ashamed, but it couldn’t be that. I doubted the Monster even knew the meaning of the word shame.
“I was in the other bedroom. Catherinelle, I…look…”
I was dying to hear what he had to say, but I couldn’t give him that. It was time for Hugo Mustafa to learn that I wasn’t that kid he could call into the room only when he wanted to play hide and seek with me for five minutes.
“Look, Hugo, the driver is waiting for me. I don’t have time for this, ok? It’s no big deal.”
“It is a big deal, and I’ll drive you.”
“I made that man drive all the way here, don’t be ridiculous.”
“Catherinelle, I don’t blame you for not wanting to be close to me right now. I fucked up, but this is not about…last night.” He paused awkwardly. “I can’t let you go without any protection.”
Fucking hell, this was about his stupid duty.
“Then follow behind, because I’m getting in that car,” I said and jerked my arm free from his grasp.
Outside, my mom’s driver, Jim, was waiting to open the door for me, and we said hello. I saw his face change when Hugo walked out in jeans and a t-shirt like it wasn’t the dead of winter outside. He unlocked the Range Rover and walked that way.
He only stopped to give Jim an ugly glare.
“Don’t drive fast; the roads could be icy. I’ll be right behind you.”
“Yes, sir. Shall we, miss Nucci?”
When he offered me his hand to help me settle in the back seat and I took it, I heard Hugo growling under his breath. Yeah, he was going to do a lot of that today.
The gates opened, and both cars hit the road. I sat there in silence listening to the music on the radio, but I wasn’t able to relax. I could feel Hugo’s eyes piercing the back of my head all the way from his car. I wanted to see his face. I wanted to let him tell me how sorry he was for treating me like that after we shared the most intense and unforgettable hour of my life. I couldn’t let him see how strong my weakness for him was though. I had to stay strong and fight my urge to give in to him.
If Hugo Mustafa didn’t give a damn about my feelings, then I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing that I cared so much.
After a long and very tense ride, we finally pulled up to my mother’s house, and moments later, I heard the Rover’s tires screeching on the pavement behind me. I could tell he was still pissed by the way he stopped the car, but I ignored it and turned to my mom, who was waiting for me in the door frame with a smile on her face. It was the same every time I came here; she always looked like I’d been gone a year.
“Welcome, bambina.” She pulled me into a tight hug.
“Mom, we saw each other yesterday.”
She just rolled her eyes at me, which was Simona Nucci’s way of saying she knew best.
