Infatuation Of Darkness

Placing a napkin down after dubbing his lips, he asked for the cheque which he received within minutes. After paying for the meal, Angelo got up and left the premises.

He was waiting to receive a message on his phone. He was shocked that it had been minutes and he had not received any notification what had transpired. That meant that Alexis was not easily giving in somehow made him feel proud.

A guard opened his door and he walked into the office building. The receptionist greeted him as well as employees to which he nodded. The gate to the elevator opened and his office came into the view. Keeping his phone on the desk, he unbuttoned his jacket and leaned a bit on the chair. He was still waiting for the message.

"Sir," his assistant came in, Angelo nodded allowing him to talk. "Ms Williams is here."

Ah, that woman.

He nodded. "Send her in." That Woman seemed to have different thinking. After not attending their wedding and simply choosing to run away from her problems she had decided to come back and contact both him and his wife. She had received the answer from Alexis who was pretty much straight forward in saying that she was not interested to meet her mother but he was, he had to make sure that she would never interfere in their lives again.

The voice of shoes strutting the floor before the door opened was heard and he knew that she was deliberating making them. He did not know if the woman was trying to make an impression of her crying trying too soften whatever blow was coming at her or trying intermediate son in law. The irony, she had no idea who he was. And the guns lying around his office were proof of that.

"Angelo," she said with a status not of her head as soon as she came into his office. By her body language, she was trying to intimidate him but for the sake of appearances he put up with her.

"Miss Williams," he greeted still sitting, "what can I offer you?"

She confidently walked to the chairs in front of Angelo, kept her purse on one and sat on the other.

Crossing her legs with a back straightened she said, "how about you tell me why my daughter is not answering my calls and most important of all, why is her assistant picking them up."

Tilting his head he narrowed his eyes at her. Trying to get to the point and still trying to intermediate him, if only he didn't have to. "I believe you should ask your daughter that." He offered as a solution.

"But then just like you said she is not picking up your calls," he pointed out. "So how about you give her time and let her calm down about the situation. She will eventually get back to t you whenever she wants."

Her eyes flashed, she did not like his answer and the tone he said it in but who cared?

"About the situation are you talking about, there is nothing that she has to be disgruntled towards me about." Then she pointed at him with eyes, "I bet it was you. I know what you boys are up to nowadays—"

"But you were not aware of who were married to," he scoffed. "You did not know about what was happening to your daughter. Which also reminds me of the fact, why did not show up for our wedding?" 

"I had prior commitments." Was all he said and by the look on her face, she was not going to say anything more.

"Prior commitments that held more priority than your only child's wedding." The man mused. "What a pathetic excuse,"

"Pathetic?" She repeated. "Stay in your limits you have no idea who you are talking t—"

"You slept with one rich French man on your trip to Paris and he kept you around for the weekend and farewelled you with his card. Do you think that if you would called him now, he would pick up?" He taunted with a smirk.

"Of course he would," she took her phone out and dialled his number. "He would pick up."

"Then put it on speakerphone."

She did. Oh, how gullible she was. She was nothing but a fling to a married man.

The phone was dialling the number but the next words paled her face.

'This number does not exist.'

"See," he commented. "A fling. That's all that it was."

"I..uh.." She stammered. 

"Now lose the fucking attitude or you and I are going to be having problems." He warned. "And you do not want that."

With a pale face, where her shock was still visible, she said, "I just wanted to talk to Alexis."

He gave an irritated sigh, "unfortunately, she does not want to talk to you."

"But you can arrange a meeting." she desperately said. "Please."

Titling his face, he examined her, she was not ready to apologize and admit that she was at fault yet she was adamant to talk to her daughter.

"No," he immediately denied to her face, not even trying to sugarcoat the harsh words. "I will not do that for you. you were given a chance to be there for your daughter who was going to ask you to walk down the aisle and you choose not to come. She has every right to not have any contact with you and as long as it decided by her, I will support her."

The woman blinked back her tears which had gathered when she heard the truth from someone else's mouth.

Taking a deep breath, Vanessa straightened herself. "She will forgive me. I know my daughter she will forgive me."

"She may and she may not, that is her choice. I will make sure that she chooses the one that she doesn't regret."

It was a threat and after working for years in the corporate world, she knew what it meant.

But she wanted to be sure, "What does that mean?" She whispered, her resolve finally breaking.

"That means," he leaned in with a sinister smirk, "I will make sure that you never come back."