Falling For The Blind Billionaire (Book 1)

Chapter 8: The paranoia

PLAYLIST: SWEET BUT PSYCHO (AVA MAX)

Human beings are born solitary, but everywhere they are in chains - daisy chains - of interactivity. Social actions are makeshift forms, often courageous, sometimes ridiculous, always strange. And in a way, every social action is a negotiation, a compromise between 'his,' 'her' or 'their' wish and yours. -Andy Warhol

GISELLA

I sat down and stood up again, not feeling comfortable. Then I decided to play the video, and my eyes widened in shock as if the balls might pull from the sockets. It was Signore Nicolo making love, and I, I was on top of him, riding on top of him, oh my God, it's so embarrassing.

"Hmmm *cough*" I jump up in shock as my phone fall to the floor. "What are you watching that made you so focus." I bend down to pick my phone.

How did he get here without anyone's help? How did he know that I was watching something and was focus on it? Wait a minute, can he see me a little bit, or is it one of the blind man things they taught him? Oh, good lord, he is simply scaring me all the time and always giving me Frights from behind.

I cleared my throat not to sound guilty as given. "Ah!" I thought of something to say, but no word came out.

He stretches out his walking cane to tap the floor, and it touches my phone on the floor. He bent down to pick it up and increased the video's volume, and I was moaning loudly in it.

"It's not what you think, Signore." I explain myself in the presence of evidence.

I noticed that he was looking at the floor and not the phone in his hand. He was listening but not looking, which means he can't see but hear and feels.

"Although I always knew we were set up that night, I was a bit drunk and...I can't remember what happened after I passed out, but I didn't expect It to be recorded. I don't know that you're interested in it," he said mockingly. Feeling embarrassed, I snatched the phone from his hand.

He signed. "You don't have to worry about Moretti's. Do you think I'm scared about this piece of shit? You're just too foolish for my liking Gisella, how can such a thing happen, and you don't know. Nothing can save your stupidity." he hisses.

I furrowed my confused eyebrows. "What? Why are you suddenly calling me foolish and getting upset? I've already settled this matter. No need to worry about it." Now I'm upset.

He is never pleasant or friendly, always angry as if he is a pregnant woman having contractions. Goddammit.

I turned away from him, heading to the door angrily, murmuring. "Dare to call me foolish and stupid..." I exit the room.

I felt her feet stumble hard on the floor. She is upset. What kind of a woman has my papa gotten for me? she doesn't even think about how terrifying this video would affect her if it's got on the internet, foolish woman.

GISELLA

"He couldn't have called me a foolish woman. That's so cruel of him," I mumble as I walk down the staircase.

"Good morning, my lady!" I halted as the older woman, who looks like she's in her 50s, walked in front of the last step.

"You're?" I question.

With a wrinkled smile, she nods. " I'm Zia Benedetta Parisi, who will take care of you and Signor Caruso."

She gave me a gestured hand to me to where the dining table was. I followed her and sat down. " Mia, signora, what do you like to eat later? I will cook different dishes for you today." She motioned the sandwich and egg on the table for me. I didn't wait and started eating.