In the billionaire’s bed - Season 1 - Episode 39

4 years ago

In the billionaire’s bed - Season 1 - Episode 39

Rebecca’s pov

“A brothel?”
The look on Emeliano’s face was priceless. I tried so hard to stop the crook smile that was begging to tug at my lips, he had this look of surprise, shock, guilt, worry and mostly, confusion.

I straightened on my seat. “Yeah, A brothel, like a home where sluts sell their body to-”
“I know what a brothel is, why are you even asking me this?” He asked me.
“Well, you see- um, last night when you called me a s--t, I did some real thinking,” He sighed, but I ignored him and continued. “So, I was like, why let people touch me for free when I can earn good money like every other s--t out there. Come to think of it, I’m cheap… So, next time you feel like getting it on with me, it doesn’t cost much-”
“Stop! Just stop it okay?” He looked frustrated now, maybe he wasn’t so bad after all.

“Why? I mean, I’m just trying to live up to your-”

“I didn’t mean to call you a s--t… It just slipped-”
“Yeah it slipped as well as the other times you called me a LovePeddler.”
He looked surprised.

“Yes Emeliano- you think I don’t know the meaning of guarra? It’s Mexican for LovePeddler. So I don’t think it slipped.”
“There’s a difference, last night I called you a s--t because I was angry, the other times-”

“Why? Why were you angry?” I asked him, hoping he would finally open up to me, which is actually a very long shot.
“I got a really bad news last night, and I wasn’t really in a good mood, you showed up and I released my anger on you, because,” he paused. “Just forget it.”
“No, I need to know why you were angry. was it because of Marcos?”

His eyes snapped to mine in a moment, which only confirmed that it was indeed because of Marcos.

“No.” He lied.
“His wife?”

He clenched his jaw and looked away from me. “No.” He said again.
I relaxed back on my seat, studying his movements. “Are you and Marcos having this drift because of a woman?”
“Where the hell are you getting all these assumptions from? It’s nothing like that, Marcos and I have been on each other’s neck since we were kids, no woman caused this.”
“So why the hell are you holding me hostage?”

“Why the hell does it feel like you’re interrogating me.”
Silence.

“I’m not interrogating you, I’m simply asking you a question.”
He remained silent for a while.
“Why are you asking me a question you already know the answer to? You’re only here because you disrespect-”
“Oh please Emeliano- why don’t you stop lying to yourself! No one just abducts anyone simply because they disrespected them in public and that too, for fourteen days… I’m here for something else and I know that… So why don’t you just do us a favor by letting me in on what the hell is really going on.” I let out a shaky breath as I studied his expression, he had a frown etched to his brows.

“Listen Rebecca, I told you before and I’ll tell you again… You’re not here for something else , you’re only here because you humiliated me in public and I’m using you to set an example for everyone else who dares to forget their status.”
I raked my hands through my hair in frustration. I don’t think he is willing to tell me anything for now.

“There’s someone else in the picture Emeliano, and I’m not really buying your stupid story! I know what is going on here, you are in love with my sister, April
.. and you’re just jealous because she’s married to Marcos, and you want to get to her by holding me hostage. Correct me if I’m wrong.”

He had this look of confusion on his face as he looked lost for words. “You’re getting it all wrong.”

“Oh really? Correct me.”