Infatuation Of Darkness

The goosebumps had pretty much caused a chill inside her or were it the message itself that did it? She was not sure.

But Parker Pearson and Wilton had been acquired by him in a matter of hours and she was sure that the firm was costing more than a few million. So, she concluded, that the man was financial safe enough to spend this amount without any prior calls or notice. He was rich. 

He just acquired it.

Yet she did not trust his word for it. How could such an amount of money be spent at a whim like at?

'He acquired it just because I called them?' Alexis wondered about it while still standing as she did when she received the message. 'but how did he know about it? Did he trace my calls? Does he still?'

For a moment, she just felt her heart beating and nothing more. The world for her had stilled because she was never going to be alone if Angelo could trace her calls and hear every word she said then he probably knew about the contract details already.

She could feel a little relief over the fact that she had not talked to any one of them yet. Now even thinking about it made her shake for the unknown. This man couldn't even trust her after being married to her. She had not given him anything to worry about but here they were, still having trust issues.

Or were they..trust issues?

She had to act smart and better and it started now. She was going to be one move ahead.

Taking her phone from the office she was made her a call to the one person she knew would do anything to gain her favour. She went to the window and opened it, checking back she found Nikita busy herself. 

"Hello?" The person picked up. 

"Hi, this is Alexi—"

"Oh my god! Thank you so much for calling me!" The person on the other side squealed. "What can I do for you? Please tell me."

"How about not interrupting me for one?" She pointed out.

"Ye—"

"Anyway, forget that. I have an errand for you. A charity event where I make an anonymous donation. I want you to buy fifty iPhone 3s and send the bill to me. And remember do not get my name on the bill." She reminded and gave her instructions.

"Alright, anything else?" She excitingly asked.

"Yes, your additions to the donations are your own. Bill them separately." She added with a hidden smirk. 

"What?" Her voice came out panicked. She was clear not expecting that. "I have to make one too?" 

"It's for charity. You loved doing it before did you not?" She taunted. 

"I did." She admitted. "I will have it done." 

"Thank you." She hung up the phone. Now, all that was left was to have him figure it out or question her. 

"Lunch is—" Alexis jumped when a touch came to her shoulder. Trying around she saw Nikita.

"What?" She questioned, not having heard what she said in the first place.

"The lunch has been served. Agatha just came in to call us down for it. Everything okay?" A look of concern fell over her face when she noticed Alexis's kind of looked pale.

"Alexis?" Nikita questioned her again. "Tell me, I can help."

"Do they trace you call too?" She whispered to Nikita. "And hear everything that you say?"

'they?' Nikita felt confused at the moment but then it clicked. She was talking about their husbands. "Well," she gave a nervous laugh. "They like control for one and the other, we make sure that our calls are not being tracked. It happened once, a wife was taken for questioning. She didn't know anything and that's why she was released."

"So for that, they hear what we talk about?"

"I gave you both the reasons. It's fifty-fifty." Nikita argued, she was frustrated with this habit but she couldn't talk to him about it. "Come on, let's eat."

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It was the evening now. Nikita had left after dinner and had taken it upon herself to find the perfect decor and design for the restaurant, saying it could give her something to do.

Alexis had readily agreed as she had thousands of things to do and finding the wait staff and cooks were one of them.

"What are you thinking about?" Angelo asked as he served her wine. They were sitting in the living room which in their room. The master bedroom was customised especially and had more features than a regular master bedroom.

"Thinking about the chefs." She took the glass and sipped it. "I was thinking about whether to employ new chefs or with experience."

"With experience, without a doubt." He answered her question without a moment of hesitation.

"But I want to give a chance to the others as well,"

"Everyone does, but does that satisfy your needs? You need profit and results and for that, the best things you can do is, have a great head chef and the newcomers can follow him."

"I am assuming that you have ready too," she smiled and took a sip.

"On standby baby, he's one of the best." He winked making her blush.

What was it with one wink that could make her blush? "I ask if I don't find one." She swallowed the rest in her glass. "I need to talk to Isabelle though."

"Leave a missed call. She will call back." Angelo repeated the same that had been said to him.

"Okay," grabbing her phone from the table she emailed Isabelle's number and hung up after two rings. "Why though?"

"Trust me that old couple can go on and have hours of sex. Horny ass couple." He tsked. 

"You know that you are the same right?" She pointed out. 

"I don't hear a complaint." He gave her a panty-dropping smirk making her cream herself a little. "Hell, I feel that is a compliment." 

"Wait," an idea came to her mind. Taking the phone she dialled the number again. "Just go with the flow."

Angelo came to sit next to her and scowled. "Why are you calling my mother? I just told you they would be busy."

"Hush! I know that just keep quiet."

The call continued to ring but no one answered. In the end, she failed again.

The third time.

And the fourth time.

And, finally, on the fifth ring, someone picked up. "What?!" A growl came from the phone.

"It's an emergency! Isabelle, please I need help!" She cried into the phone.

She heard some shuffling on the other side and waited till the person spoke."okay, what is it?"

"Are you dressed?" Alexis asked as Angelo looked at her with suspicious eyes.

"Yes, I am." Isabelle firmly growled out her words. She was in the middle of sex and almost on the edge when she had heard the phone ringing. Gabrielle had asked her to ignore the first ring but when it rang again she had immediately understood that it was an emergency. "If you must know, I am wearing a robe and nothing else because you were 'constantly' calling me!" She yelled making Angelo and Alexis wince.

"Oh well.." Alexis lowly said. "The thing is, do you remember the ladies that owned the winery?"

"Yes,"

"The ones with the delicious wine?"

"Yes, yes, I do," Isabelle replied with frustration.

"The ones we met at Nikita's family function? The one where her sister got engaged?"

"Yes," a whisper came through the phone. A low voice could cause chills on the spine of the person.

"The one—"

"Get to the fucking point!" Isabelle hissed in anger and frustration. She has it by now. "Speak what you want or so help me god.." she threatened and left the sentence hanging. A sane person would not; under any circumstances, engage.

A smile came to Alexis' face as she winked at Angelo. She knew what she was going. "Well, Angelo talked to me about owning a restaurant and I was like why not? But then, I knew about the responsibilities too, so then I thought maybe not. but then I remembered the promise and I was like I have to this but then—"

"I will kill you," she heard Isabelle growl, "get to what you want."

"Really?" Alexis bit her smile. She loved hearing Isabelle frustrated. "Were you busy?" She innocently asked making Angelo scoff with a smile.

"Wha—"

"Ah, you do sound busy, how about I text you the details? Text me if you have any questions regarding anything. Bye!" She hung up.

Angelo stared down at her with a raised eyebrow. "What was that?" He squinted his eyes at her.

She opened her mouth to say something but held it open for a minute. Then she closed it. "I don't know," she admitted. "It didn't go well as it was expected." She made an uneasy face about that. "It got..ruined." 

"Ah well," Angelo sighed wanting to do nothing about it.. "Let's get to bed."