I continued to read but the paper suddenly flew out of my hands when the cab wobbled, the driver cursed before I shrieked mighty loud when my eyes snapped towards the windshield. We’re going to collide with a ten-wheeler truck! Our cab swerved to the left and the truck hit the side of the car at the passenger seat before it bulldozed us towards the gutter. I continued screaming even when I kept hitting my head with the metal interior of the cab. I was dizzy and so damn scared when the cab finally stopped spinning. The heavy labored breathing of the driver made me finally hush down.
“W-what happened?” I stammered through the haze but the driver wasn’t responding. “Hey! Are you alright?”
When he still didn’t answer, I unbuckled my seatbelt and peered over to the driver. He was still conscious with eyes tightly shut while breathing heavily. His forehead was bleeding and he was clutching his chest. Shit! Was he having a heart attack?
I quickly sat back to my seat and rummaged my bag for my phone. I couldn’t find it inside whether of panic or I just really forgot it at the apartment, I wasn’t sure. Shit! Shit! Shit!
“Mister, I need to borrow your phone. I can’t find mine. We need to call an ambulance!”
He raised his free bruised hand that’s not clutching his chest, point finger was trembling and slowly rising towards his compartment. Without wasting any time, I pulled the compartment open and grabbed for his phone and dialed 911.
After I reported the incident, I crammed myself into the passenger seat, careful with the shards of glass that scattered on the seat. I then unbuckled the driver’s seatbelt, unbuttoned his shirt, and even snapping his pants open.
“Don’t worry, mister, help will be coming over soon. Right now, you should calm down, ok?” I reached down to adjust his car seat to give him more space so his legs would somehow stretch a little. “Do you have medicine with your condition? Do you take a prescription? Or are you just having chest pain now because of what happened?”
He didn’t answer and just continued heaving. Damn it! I looked over my shoulder behind the car. The truck that hit us had long been gone. It didn’t even come down to help us. I wasn’t sure which of us was in the wrong. I wasn’t paying attention to driving when we had the accident.
I watched the elder man while I waited for the ambulance. Relief made me groan before I broke into tears when the medic finally arrived. They administered first aid to the driver while they checked for any injury on me. I had cuts and bruises from here and there and a slight lump on my head but I told them I was feeling rather fine despite.
A cruiser also pulled up and took my side of the story. I begged them not to take me to the precinct for a further interview anymore because I’m late for my appointment with Mr. Lombardi. They let me and told me that they’d keep in touch and that to keep my phone close all the time. I nodded to all that, forgetting that I didn’t bring my phone with me.
One of the officers called for another cab so I’d be sent to my destination. It took another thirty minutes before I arrived at Mr. Ivano Lombardi’s residence. The cab pulled up in front of a massive three-story stone house, sitting in the middle of a spacious lawn behind a tall iron gate. Jesus! It’s like looking through the pages of the magazine of luxurious Italian houses. My employer was one hell of a seriously rich person! Unease suddenly crept to my body making my hairs stood up.
Shaking myself out of that unreasonable sensation, I paid the driver, went out of the cab, and stood with a craning neck in front of the house. When I looked around the place, I couldn’t see neighboring houses close by. It seemed that this side of the city was privately owned. By Mr. Ivano Lombardi himself. With trembling hands, I reached for the doorbell and pressed. A static sound made me look up overhead before I heard scratching noise.
“Who’s there?” A male voice resounded from the speaker just above the camera that’s now aimed directly at my face.
“I-it’s me.” I cleared my suddenly dried throat and tried again. “It’s Stella Morris. I received your letter of acceptance on my application for a babysitting job.”
“Oh, Stella.” The voice repeated but it sounded like a moan to me that made me tingle and goosebumps prickled my skin. “Come in. I’ve opened the gate for you.”
I heard a click from the iron gate and concluded that he had a superb security system in his home. “Thank you.”
I stepped into the lawn and closed the heavy iron gate behind me before it clicked locked once again. Curious, I pulled it open again but it didn’t budge anymore. It really was automatic. Cool! I started to walk deeper into the property, my eyes couldn’t seem to take in all the picturesque of the place without having my mouth hanging open. Huge old trees scattered and surrounding the house, covering it with beautiful canopy with their wide strong branches.
The door cracked open once I’m already near the patio. A tall, about six feet-five-foot man was waiting for me by the entrance of the house, chest so massive and muscled. My eyes didn’t go anywhere else but to his face. My hand flew to catch my heart when I felt it beat so damn erratic all of a sudden. He’s so young, I doubt if he’d reached thirty by the way he looked. And damn! He looked mighty delicious. This man was no way the Mr. Ivano Lombardi!
“Hi.” He gave me a wary look before stepping close and offered me his hand. “I’m Ivano Lombardi. Just call me Ino.”
“H-hi.” I winced at how pathetic I sounded but I quickly hid my embarrassment with a beaming smile. “Hi, sir. Nice to meet you. I’m Stella Morris.”
We clutched each other’s hands while holding each other’s gaze. His touch was warm, his hold was firm and a little bit tight than the ordinary handshake. He wasn’t trying to break my bone but he sure felt like wanting to possess my arm because he didn’t want to release it even after I tried pulling back. The wide lawn and massive house suddenly felt small and tight at our proximity that my breathing became pants.
His eyes were flickering to my eyes and my mouth back and forth. He seemed tense and a little bit odd. But oh, God. No matter what, he’s just so yummy. I couldn’t wait to tell Nicky about this. I’m sure she’d go crazy to meet my new boss.
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Something is Odd with her New Boss
2020-09-07
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