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_Episode 39_
I would argue that every person on earth has a moment they can pinpoint in their life as the oh Sh|t moment. The oh Sh|t moment refers to some pivotal event in a person’s life that changes the course of their existence from that moment forward.
That something doesn’t have to be to be mind-blowing or completely unforgettable. In most cases, it isn’t. The moment could be tear-jerking, disturbing or something completely trivial like accidentally spilling coffee on another person or running out of gas, you get the gist of it.
Standing exactly as I was in Alexander Moritello’s kitchen, I knew that this was my great oh Sh|t moment.
“Jesus Christ woman, are you out of Fuçking mind?”
Watching Serafina Moritello, my savior, struggling to hold back a shrieking Sarah was just about as oh Sh|t as life could get.
Is that a common thing around here? The Moritello siblings getting me out of Sh|tty situations that could’ve been avoided? I really needed to take a crash course on staying out of trouble.
As soon as the female voice resonated with Sarah she immediately gasped and made a full three-sixty to face her. A look of pure shock and the slightest tinge of embarrassment replacing the blazing anger from a few seconds ago. I stood completely still, eyes open and mouth wide as I watched the scene unfold in front of me. My heart fell from its place in my chest all the way down to my @$$ and was still hammering.
“Oh, Serafina? Oh my god, I- what are you doing here?” she stuttered, attempting to hide the fact that she was just about to pounce on me like a wild animal.
“Oh don’t play coy Sarah. It’s pathetic to watch and quite honestly? You’re getting too old.” In all the time I’d come to be acquainted with the woman who hired me, I had never seen her so slack-jawed and speechless. If I wasn’t still reeling from what was about to happen minutes ago—I would’ve laughed at the baffled expression on her face.
“This is all some kind of misunderstanding.” She babbled, desperately waving her hands through the air. “This, this slut made my husband and I drift apart and I just, I needed to…. We were talking it out I know Alex would never cheat but I had to see for myself—”
Serafina raised her perfectly manicured hand in the air, instantly silencing her. “Cut the Sh|t. My brother told me all about your foolish plans to trap him with you, you’re lucky I’m not calling the police for trespassing on property you aren’t allowed on.” The scalding tone she spoke with would’ve sent direct shivers down my spine had she been talking to me.
After lightly shoving an incoherent Sarah away from me, Serafina gave me a small smile and rubbed her hand down my back. “You alright, sweetheart?” she asked, a frown replacing her smile. I nodded, still confused—although grateful—about why and how she was here.
As if sensing my dilemma, she began to speak again, directing her attention to Sarah who leaned idly against the counter, completely avoiding my gaze, her face gone completely pale. “During your stupid little kamikaze mission you forget to recall the cameras set up all over the perimeter of the property, now imagine the confusion I felt when my brother sent me a text to get here as soon as I could because having you around could never be good and thank Fuçk I did.”
This time to spoke to me, “He’ll be here. Ten minutes’ tops.” She whispered.
“Thank you.” I replied, finally snapping out of the confused daze I was in.
I wanted to yell at Sarah. I wanted to scream at her for having such a Fuçked up son who tried to literally kill me. I wanted to scream at her for being such a Fuçked up person. And I wanted to scream at me for taking this job when Celine told me I was walking into a hostage situation. Who knew she’d end up being right—sort of, anyway.
Woke up this morning to great d_1ck and now I’m in the middle of a cat fight with my supposed boyfriend’s ex-wife. I should’ve stayed asleep.
“You can’t possibly be taking this homewrecker’s side.” Sarah huffed, her anger boiling to the surface once again. “She came in here and seduced my husband, she, she manipulated him into having sëx with her like a filthy whore—”
“Enough.” My gasp was intertwined with a booming voice that I knew all too well. Immediately my heart rate slowed down, despite the murderous look on Alexander’s face. I knew I was safe.
He stood in the door of the kitchen, oozing male testosterone and obvious displeasure. You could tell by the stiffness in his shoulders that the love-struck man I was with all this time was gone. Instead replaced by the cruel heartless CEO he was to the rest of New York City. I don’t know if I should be scared or turned on.
A little bit of both.
And by the change in Sarah’s breathing, she knew it too.
“You dare come into my house and throw around disgusting accusations at my future wife?” he asked, leaving no room for an answer. The cold tone he used was effective in chilling the air in the already cold room.
“Future wife?” I whispered, a little shocked at his statement.
He glanced at me for a few seconds and replied in a low voice so only I could hear. “We’ll talk about it later it sounded badass in my head.”
I nodded and regarded him with an encouraging thumbs up.
“Fuçk yeah.” His sister exclaimed at the same time Sarah released a shaky chocked sound, placing a hand on her chest.
“W-what? Alex, this has gone on too long my love, we swore to be together forever why would you let some shrew come between that?” she asked.
“Excuse me, I’m literally right here.” I raised my hand in her direction.
Sarah’s insults and words of shame did nothing to deter me. I knew who I was and where I stood in this situation, I wasn’t about to let own insecurities get the best of me. in the end, I knew I’d win.
She ignored me anyway and took a step toward Alex who looked at her with such distaste it was humiliating. “I’ve apologized multiple times and-”
He let out an aggravated sigh and ran his thumb and index finger over the creases on his forehead. “An apology will not cut it Sarah. This is over. It has been for a while but we failed to acknowledge it in the interest of our kids but it is obviously taking a toll on them as well. Accept what it is and move on, you are making a fool out of yourself once again and I can’t promise I will let it slide one more time. I’m giving you the opportunity to leave with what little shred of dignity that you still have or stay and face even worse consequences. I do not want to see you nor do I want to hear from you anywhere other than a courthouse. My lawyer will be in contact with you as soon as I make sure there isn’t a single hair harmed on Gianna’s head. And for your sake—you sure as Fuçk should hope there isn’t.”
Pride swelled in my chest at his words and I couldn’t help but stare up at this man in complete awe at the way he handled the situation. The three of us surrounding him were in shock as silence enveloped the kitchen for a few short minutes.
I snuck a glance at Sarah who already seemed to have her eyes set on me. I tensed up, waiting for another shrewd comment but it never came. Instead she wiped at the corners of her dripping eyes, a defeated expression on her face. “Congratulations.” She muttered, giving Alex a nod which he returned and walking out of the kitchen.
I didn’t have a chance to bring up her son, and neither did I want to. I knew Alexander would take care of it. He’d take care of me, always had.
He looked at me, silently asking me if I was okay, but before I could let him know, his sister beat me to it.
“Now, when the Fuçk were you going to tell me you’re banging the babysitter?”
**
“You alright, darling?” Alexander asked for the fourth time in the last half an hour. I placed my hand on top of his large one, stroking it lightly.
“I’m fine, really. I think I’ve reached my quota on craziness. I’ve faced enough to last a life time.” I laughed attempting to ease the tension that was straining the room.
After taking the time to explain our situation to Serafina, who had her mouth hanging open throughout the duration of us talking, she took a minute to process it all before telling me she’s okay with it as long as I don’t turn out to be Sarah 2.0. which I guaranteed wasn’t going to happen.
“Yes, you have, I apologize for it all.” He said, taking the seat next to me. “I somehow feel as if this is my fault.” I interrupted him by shaking my head.
“None of it was all your fault. I doubt you knew any of this would have happened and you would’ve helped in any way you could if you had known.” He glanced at me through thick lashes, searching my face for any hint of a lie, which he wasn’t going to find. Once satisfied with my confession, he visibly relaxed.
“I just don’t want you to go into this…relationship, with any regrets.” He mumbled, absentmindedly playing with my fingers. He traced delicate patterns along my skin and the contrast of his huge, tanned hands against my small nimble ones had me transfixed as I answered him.
“I have none. Only that I didn’t get to throw Sarah into a pit of fire but there’s always next week!” I chimed happily, hoping to lighten the mood which worked perfectly because his booming laughter filled the air a second later.
“There won’t be one. She won’t be back here. I saw it in her eyes—for the first time in years she looked utterly defeated.”
“Do you feel bad?”
“No. Her persistence only got her hurt in the end. If she had listened the first few times it wouldn’t have been that bad.”
I nodded in understanding. I could only hope Sarah could get the help she needed to be better for their kids.
I nodded in understanding. I could only hope Sarah could get the help she needed to be better for their kids.
I decided to change the topic of conversation onto something lighter. “So, future wife huh?” I teased, nudging his side with my elbow.
Alex pursed his lips and turned to the side but I could still see the expression on his face. Was Alexander Moritello, billionaire, CEO and father, shy? Sh|t. He was.
“Oh my God, are you blushing?” I asked, taking his face in my hands and turning him to me. He so was. I chuckled at seeing him like this for the first time. The man who always had the equivalent of a resting Bîtch face was blushing and it was all because of me.
“No.”
“Yes you are.” I smiled.
“I would never.”
“Your cheeks are totally pink right now.” My grin grew wider at the annoyance flashing through his eyes.
“Quiet.”
“Let me look for my phone, I need to photograph this moment.”
Before I could get up in search of my device, Alex grabbed onto my wrist. “Do that, and I’ll leave your @$$ red for the next week.”
That shut me up.
After a few minutes of comfortable silence and me trying my best not to bring of the crimson colour of his cheeks, his eyebrows furrowed together, a look of deep thought.
I turned to him and ran my fingers through his thick black hair.
“Everything okay?” I asked, my own expression mirroring his.
“Is that something you’d be interested in?”
What? “What are you talking about?”
He cleared his throat. “Marriage. To me. in the future at least.”
Oh. I wouldn’t lie and say the thought of being married to this wonderful man in front of me hadn’t crossed my mind, because obviously it had. He was every girl’s dream and just getting to kiss him made me feel a sense of joy and calmness like nothing else had.
Even though I hadn’t known this man long, I knew I wanted him in my life forever. The whole packaged deal which included three wonderful kids who had made a home so close to my heart.
Being Gianna Moritello would be heaven on earth. But I was only twenty two —and I had a whole world out there to conquer before I earned a ring on my finger.
“Never mind, I should never have brought it up.” Assuming Alex took my silence for a no I immediately spoke up.
“No. No, I’m glad you did. Nothing would make me happier than marrying you in the future.” I reassured, lacing our fingers together. His shoulders relaxed an inch and he sighed in relief.
“But.” I said, “I’d like to get my degree first. Do the whole college thing, you know? It’s always been important to me.” I winced, worried he would reject the idea. Which was foolish of me, I knew I’d be supported in whichever route I chose.
“Of course. Degree first, and then I get you to be my wife,yes?”
A future that included me being married to the hot dad I had the luck of babysitting for?
Heck yes.
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