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I hate her. I am sure she's crazy. I can't even sleep as I keep rolling on the bed and stuffing myself with blankets. Who knows what she's up to? She fucking knows everything and must have heard my call over the phone.

What should I do? Her father mustn't know about this. Everything is so worked up. What if I bang her head on something hard or push her inside a swimming pool to drown again? That way, her memory might return.

I have never worried this much about someone. I don't even know her next plan. Her secretary has that video, and I have kept an eye on her like a hawk.

Lucy!

I need what's stuck in her brain. I got startled on the bed when my phone chimed. Slowly, I drew the blanket down my face and grewled. My hands were stretched on the bed, both sides, just to feel and grab the phone, which I did.

The phone almost fell from my hand when I saw the name of the contact calling. It was her father, Don Miguel. It was late, 2am in the morning and when he called by this time, something was definitely wrong.

I responded immediately because if he calls twice, it's dangerous. 

"Lucy called", his sonorous voice sounded, and I etched my forehead, puzzled by that declaration. I fluttered my eyes, my breath ceased for a moment as I jumped out of bed.

"Okay?" I responded, swallowing hard and pacing towards the door.

"I'm in your sitting room and waiting" he coldly announced, and I froze as the call was terminated.

Lucy!!

My hands were in my pockets as I took a calculative step down the stairs, my eyes gawping at everything, even the slightest noise became an alarm in my ear.

Until I met her, sitting opposite Miguel, his presence caused heat, and I could feel the tension even from a distance. He had two bodyguards with him. Who visits their daughter at such an hour?

I exhaled knowing this was my end, thanks to a spoiled brat whose affection for me changed overnight.

However, I kept a straight face, her eyes followed me until I took the last step.

There was silence and I sat close to Lucy even though it was my wish to burn her.

I was staring at his hardened face. He had a cigarette suspended at the corner of his lips, his breath heavy, his tattooed palms resting on his staff and a smirk left his lips.

"To what do I owe this unannounced visit?" I asked and he snapped his fingers.

"My daughter doesn't feel safe with you, explain that"

I shifted my gaze at Lucy and scoffed silently. Anger blew inside me, but I crossed my legs and pulled Lucy closer to me.

I eyed me, trying to pull out, but my grip on her was firm.

"As you can see, she's alive and well in my house. ""I treat her like the queen she deserves to be", I began, shoved her face to look at me and kissed her ardently.

Her hands were on my chest as she muffled in my mouth, but I wanted more.

Miguel stomped his staff to make me stop, but I continued kissing her, having a taste of our shared breath, and I dragged my lips from her. I shifted my gaze to Miguel and then placed my palm on my chest.

"I'm sorry, I got carried away, she is mesmerizing even at this hour", I muttered in a seductive tone. Her hands were holding mine as she paired softly. Miguel's eyes were calculative on me, trying to find that iota of doubt.

"How does that relate to being safe?" He brawled as his jaw thickened.

"You trusted me, that's why you handed Lucy to me. Wouldn't she have been dead if I really wanted to hurt her?"

"No, I didn't choose you, she did, and she almost took her life just to threaten me to approve your relationship!" He roared and I felt my ears bleeding. The truth hurts.

"Nevertheless, it's still me for her. Probably she feels insecure because you make me run late night shifts and my wife wants me all to herself."

He grunted, his fingers clicking on the staff while he bit the cigarette.

"Lucy, are you under any threat?" he asked, but she was silent, fluttering her eyes and trying to gain her sanity.

She took a glimpse at me and swallowed while I prayed for the first time again after her resurrection.

"Not yet, but he has his flaws" she responded, squinting her eyes and rubbing her head as though confused.

"In that aspect, we don't fuck the way you want it? "I swear to you that I'd make up for that. "Your father, my in-law, makes me do a lot of work that I don't have time for," I whispered and then kissed her cheek.

She seemed confused and Miguel pulled his brows together, his patience running out.

He thudded his staff again and then inhaled the smoke from the cigarette.

"That doesn't justify the fact that you don't satisfy her"

"Babe, talk to me, I'd allow you to be poly. You can hire a gigolo to satisfy you, but I serve your father and his work matters."

Lucy ducked her head at me as she stared as though my words were unbelievable, her lips apart a little as she sucked her breath. I grinned at her goosebumps.

"Shut up! "It's my daughter first!" He roared with a glare at me and I heaved a sigh.

I squeezed my lips while using my fingers to fondle her skin. My eyes dragged her from head to toe as Miguel started the unending message about his golden daughter.

He should leave, I'd handle his golden girl wickedly perfectly.

"Lucy, what do you think? "Ask me anything you want, and I will get it done" he mutters, as though my words weren't enough. It was obvious she hadn't told him in detail why she didn't feel safe.

He only listens to his beloved daughter. She was quiet again and this was ridiculous.

Our eyes locked as I tried my best to stay calm and await the judgement from Lucy.

"I want to own his shares, properties and everything about him"