Sweet but psycho Episode 44

Sweet but Psycho 😽😽😽
🍹🍷 His perfect antidote 🍷🍹
💦 Story by: Bunmi B. Gabriel (BB) 💦
😋 Segment 44 😋
💚 Ted 💚
I stared at Carlina as she ran around shrieking and clapping her hands, she is amusing but not as much as my Cookie, if only she was Cookie. I honestly had no idea why I was so attached to her, maybe because she was the only thing closest to Cookie that I could get. She smelt like her; almost like her, even went all colour and teddy bear crazy just like her. Everything about her was almost like Cookie’s, almost but not it.
I really miss Cookie.
But you must accept the fact that she is dead… My subconscious ch¡pped in.
I know.
‘Maurice, vieni qui,’ I called out to Maurice. He jogged over to me after waving at Carlos. (Maurice, come here)
‘Sí, maestro?’ (Yes, master?)
‘Please don’t call me that.’
‘Isn’t that what you are?’
‘I am not in the mood for jokes, be serious.’ I snapped. He bowed his head.
‘I’m sorry,’ he apologized. I exhaled.
‘È il getto pronti in stand-by?’ (Is the jet ready on stand-by?) I would have driven it myself but I had lost the zeal to do anything with myself.
‘Sí, il pilota ei aspetta.’ (Yes, the pilot is waiting for us.’
‘Wait a minute, us? The pilot? Aren’t you the one driving?’ I asked frowningly.
‘Well, the us is a slip because I am not going. Why? Young Mistress demand I do something for her.’
‘And what is that?’
‘I am yet to know sir,’
‘Carlos!’ I called. He rolled his eyes and walked over. Over the months, we no longer talk to each other or rather, he no longer talks to me, none of them does, not even Yolanda. It was like I was all on my own, they were just workers. Yolanda told me to my face that she is an orphan, I am just her uncle and nothing more.
What could hurt more than having my best friends ignore me and my daughter disown me?
‘Yes?’
‘What does Yolanda want with Maurice?’
‘I don’t know.’ He replied blankly.
‘She always tells you since you are her new father now.’
‘I just told you, I don’t know.’ I wasn’t going to get anything out of him without going violent.
‘Maurice, you are driving, full stop.’ I walked out on them and walked over to Carlina.
‘Babe, look at this,’ she giggled, wiggling a gun.
‘Where did you get that from?’ She pointed at Lance. ‘Give it back and let’s go. Lance, avviare la macchina, io sarò li.’ I ordered and threw his gun back to him. (Start the car, I will be right there)
‘Bene.’ (Okay) he bowed and walked out.
‘Is it me or does all of them have a serious problem?’ Lina asked, glaring at Lance’s back. ‘They are all so rude and mean to me.’
‘Ignore them.’
‘Can we go now? I can’t wait to be in Finland!’
‘I was thinking that maybe you should sit this one out…’
‘What did I do? Did I do something wrong?’ She asked poutingly. I smiled and brushed my thumb over her l-ips.
‘No my precious, you can join me after I am done with the partnersh¡p.’
‘No, I want to be there and support you all the way. Please don’t make me stay home, I beg you.’
‘I don’t want to endanger you by making you public just yet…’
‘Or you can say you are ashamed of me,’
‘No, I am not…’
‘Then why don’t you want to make us official to the public? Is it the way I dress? Act? I can change them if that will make you feel more prouder…’
‘I love everything about you…’
‘Then why!’ She whined, stomping her foot. ‘Am I ugly? Is there someone else?’
‘Can you stop cutting me off and let me talk?’ She folded her arms pettishly. I sighed and raked my hair backward. ‘I don’t want you to get hurt like someone I loved once did. Please, just stay here for a while, when the road is clear, I’ll send for you. Is that okay?’
‘Are you sure you won’t change your mind this time?’
‘I promise, I will call on you.’
She smiled and nodded. ‘You know I love you very much, right?’
‘I know.’
‘Don’t you love me?’ I shrugged. ‘One day, you’ll say it.’ She said confidently.
‘Maybe, go on, Lance will drive you back home. Tell him I changed my mind and he is to drive you home, okay?’
‘I’m going to miss you,’ she suddenly cried, throwing herself on me. I hugged her back with a smile.
‘Me too, be safe okay?’ She nodded. I let go of her and plant a soft k-ss on her l-ips. I always felt a strong wave of revulsion whenever I k-ssed her, but the feeling of longing is more powerful than that revulsion. When she was finally gone, I turned and walked to the jet. Looks like I’m going to be driving myself.
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I drummed my fingers on the windowsill as I stared ahead, I was in Finland now, Helsinki to be precise. I tapped my foot, trying not to think about the fact that I was stuck in traffic, I hate traffic! I turned my head over to look out of the window, winding the window down to look out clearly. My eyes roamed the traffic, checking the billboards one after the other to pass time. My eyes returned to a particular billboard; a smiling girl with platinum blonde hair and claret eyes.
‘That smile…’ I trailed off and squinted. My heart was hammering against my chest, beads of sweats forming on my forehead. ‘Those eyes… It can’t be!’ The mini limo moved, I couldn’t stop looking. I rubbed my eyes and continued looking until it was out of sight. ‘I’m seeing things.’ I tapped my foot, shaking it off and chalking it up as nothing.
The limo phone rang, I picked it up and placed it on my ear. ‘Hey, Ted, sorry to call.’
‘What is it Carlos?’
‘Did you just see that girl on the billboard? The one with the smile that looks so much like…’
‘Cookie’s,’ I completed. ‘It is a coincidence.’
‘Why do you think so?’
‘Cookie’s hair isn’t platinum blonde, it’s white and black.’
‘Have you forgotten she is the queen of dyes?’ Carlos asked.
‘It is not her!’ I yelled and slammed the phone back where it belongs. I sighed and rubbed my forehead.
It is not Cookie, because if it is, then I’ll be in serious trouble.
💖 Valería 💖
I brushed my hair with my fingers as I sang, swaying my h¡ps around. Dora was asleep in her room, she had been sleeping since she got a little bit of her memory. At least now we know that her real name is Cookie and she might have had a sister called Yolanda. Also, she is involve with the mafias, that must be why they wanted her dead. The only thing we were yet to know was why exactly was she a target and by who?
With time, you will know… My subconscious voiced out.
I hope so.
‘Hey, sis?’ Diego called, walking into my room. ‘Buenos días,’ (good morning) he greeted in Spanish. I smiled at him. ‘You look more beautiful today, why so? Are you trying to sed-ce Dora’s crush? She will be really upset if that is so.’
‘I don’t plan on doing that,’ I said, rolling my eyes. ‘I will be showing myself in front of someone as important as Ame Allen, I need to look over presentable.’
‘You didn’t look like this yesterday when you went there to clean.’
‘Because he was to arrive in the evening while I came at noon. I’m going to clean the house now and he will be there.’
‘How sure are you? You are to clean the house before he returns, he won’t even see you.’
‘You can never know what will happen.’ I said as a matter-of-factly.
‘Right, and Dora? She really wants to go.’
‘She is still weak from her little memory episode, she should stay home for now.’
‘No I won’t,’ I rolled my eyes to the door and frowned at Dora, she was all dressed but not in the way I deem appropriate for work. She wore a green and red plaid long sleeve shirts, purple overcoat with white fur around the neck and sleeves and at the hem and I’m sure she wore her favorite lucky concert tee shirt. She wore shiny leather leggings, ones that looked like a unicorn puked on her. What else? She tied a green jean jacket around her wa-ist and yellow, orange, red and pink cowboy boots.
‘What are you wearing?!’ Diego shouted.
‘Er, clothes?’
‘This aren’t clothes, this is your madness saluting to humanity. You look like a woman who just got out of rehab!’ He shouted again.
‘Thank you,’ she giggled.
‘There is no way you are wearing that and coming with me,’ I said sternly.
‘Why? I look beautiful, just like you.’ Is that a compliment? Dora hates giving sweet compliments on someone without adding insults; she loathes compliment.
‘Wow, that is the first time you are telling her that she looks beautiful.’ Diego said in awe, forgetting he was talking to Dora Crazy Town.
‘Because this is the first time she is looking it.’ See what I mean?
I rolled my eyes. ‘You look like a witch.’
‘Rainbow witch, you forgot to add that.’
‘Dora, I beg you, change what you are wearing.’
‘Or what?’ She challenged.
‘Say goodbye to Mr. Charming.’ I said blankly.
‘What am I suppose to wear?!’ She shouted, throwing her hands up. ‘Pencil skirt, long sleeve button shirts and stilettos?! That’s so boring!’
‘We are wearing the uniform and if you don’t wear it, you can’t go. The place is nice and you will really love the view, especially with your crush there.’ I teased. She sighed and stood with arms akimbo.
‘Fine, where is the damn uniform? Better not be monochrome.’
‘Darling, it is monochrome.’ I giggled, her worse colors to be precise.
Black and gray.
💖 Carlos 💖
‘Uno, due, tre, quattro, cinque, sei, sette…’ I counted as I waited for River’s call. I gave him the name of the supermarket I saw Cookie’s lookalike and asked he investigate on who she was. The day went on lamely, me just following Ted around as he worked, going through files and speaking business rubbish with people. I swear, watching time tick would have been better. I sighed, I was sitting outside the penthouse, waiting for the call and the maid that was to clean the house.
‘Finally,’ I breathe when my phone rang. I picked it up and answered the call. ‘This better be good news.’
‘Fabulous news!’ He shrieked. ‘Her name is Dora Valeroso, twin sister to a guy named Darra Valeroso. In simple words, the younger brother of Valería Valeroso, the woman we are looking for.’
‘I knew it! That lady is Cookie!’
‘Even better, Valería is closer than we thought. She now goes by Rachelle and works for the same cleaning agency in charge of cleaning Ame’s penthouse. She is the lady cleaning the house now, she is the one.’
‘Speak about the devil,’ I smirked as I saw the maid coming. I eyed her from head to toes, letting her curves sink into my head. Wow, she is as beautiful as… Wow!
Jet black hair, ivory skin, pointed nose, dark moss green eyes and plum colored l-ips or maybe l¡pstick. She was beautiful, had what I enjoyed most in women; big br-asts. Fantastic! Even her curves was amazing!
‘Good evening,’ she got to where the first guards where standing. I stood up and walked out of the corner I parked myself and she looked at me. Her mouth fell open slightly as she gawked at me. Glad my charms still works.
‘Good evening,’ I greeted smirkingly.
‘G…g…g…g… I’m a girl… Oh shit!’ She covered her face. My eyes w¡dened when I heard that laugh, the laugh I had miss for years. I snapped my head to the direction of the laugh and there she stood, the lady we had been looking for. She rested her weight on her knees as she laughed, her neatly packed hair shining from the distance.
‘I’m a girl, really sis?’ Her voice, still the same thing. Does she remember me? Why didn’t she return if she was okay?
‘Shut up,’ the beautiful one – what’s that her name again? – snapped. Cookie laughed and dragged herself and their bag over to us. She looked as beautiful as ever.
‘Hi, I’m a boy.’ She said jokingly. I smiled and tilted my head.
‘What is my name?’ I asked, she shrugged. ‘You don’t know me?’
‘Should I?’ She asked gigglingly. I could tell from her body language, the look in her eyes, the way she spoke; she had no idea who she was.
What where you expecting? Didn’t Bruce tell you that the doctor said she has no memory of who she is?
I was hoping she was pretending.
‘Hi, boy,’ I smiled. ‘I’m Carlos,’ she grabbed and shook my hand vigorously.
‘Nice to meet you Candle!’
‘I said Carlos.’
‘Forget it, you are stuck with that name for life,’ I looked at the beautiful one with a sweet smile. Her face turned red. ‘Er..erm…heh heh…’ She chuckled nervously.
‘What is your name?’
‘Valería, her name is Vale… I mean Rachelle and I am Dora the explorer!’
‘Valería,’ I smiled, testing how her name sounded on my l-ips.
It was perfect.
‘Rachelle.’ She corrected.
‘Nice to meet you Valería,’ I directed my hand to her. She took it with trembling hands, her face turning more red than a tomato paste. ‘You know, you have a really nice voice…’
‘Oh brother,’ Cookie scoffed. She pushed us both aside and walked into the house, just like the her I know.
‘I’m sorry about that, she’s abnormal…’
‘I know,’ I cut in. ‘You better get to work before my boss returns in ten minutes, he will be mad to see the place dirty.’
‘Oh, okay, bye..’ She bowed and ran in,side.
Wow, new target.
‘Er, Carlos,’ one of the guard called. I raised a brow at the dark skinned guy. ‘I’m sorry to ask but doesn’t that blonde one’s voice sound like Miss Happy’s?’
Yes, it does.
🍪🍘 Cookie 🍘🍪
I’m finally here!
I can’t believe it!
I’m so happy!
At first I was worried about the familiar Candle guy, but when Valería sent me to clean the room so I could steal what I want, everything changed. I don’t know how it was possible, but I fell in love with his room. The king size bed that dominated the room, the beautiful blue ice bear rug, the fluffy teddy bears which were his pillows. The colours! His scent everything.
I’m in love!
Oh bed, won’t you marry me?
So, instead of cleaning, I had messed up the entire room, playing on his bed or rather, making love to it. ‘Oh Romeo, sono qui, lo sarò sempre qui. Romeo, non ti lascero mai andare.’ I mo-ned as I rolled on the bed. (I’m here, I’ll always be here. Romeo, I will never let you go.)
What kind of hair gel does he use?… I thought. I gasped. ‘What kind of shampoo! I’ll check!’ I got off the bed and ran to his ensuite. ‘Heaven on earth!’ I shrieked and stared at the place in awe.
The bathroom was in adorable rainbow colours, the colours blended in so well with each, that it almost looked unbelievable. Two white sinks over on top of a counter made out of colourful tiles and a silver bathtub seated at one corner of the bathroom. At another end was a pretty gold glass stall with gold bench and shelves that had a lot of bath products of both male and female, toothbrushes and three air conditioners. At another side were stark coloured towels, neatly folded into the silver shelves while the w-t one hung down a long hot pink rail. Cherry on top, there was a urinal next to the abso-goddamn-lutely awesome toilet!
This man is so rich!
Can I marry the toilet as bonus?
‘What the f-ck is this!’ I froze at the angry voice, my heart hammering against my chest. ‘Who did this?! Where’s that stupid maid!’ I started panicking, he was going to hurt Valería over something I did! ‘Carlos!!!’ He roared, slamming the bedroom door shut. I ran out immediately, I had to save Valería!
I ran out fast enough to see him stomping down the stairs. I love that his penthouse had spiral stairs with beautiful rainbow banister. How creative. ‘Excuse me sir!’ I shouted. He froze, like systematically froze. ‘Please don’t hurt my sister, I did it, I’m so sorry.’ I pleaded.
Is my crush a monster? Would he hit me for ruining his beautiful room?
‘Sir, I’ll clean it, I’m so sorry…’ He turned around abruptly with wide eyes. Immediately our eyes locked, mine w¡dened for no reason.
Or maybe because the guy I liked was looking at me with big eyes. Am I ugly? What I’m wearing s-cks, I knew it!
I looked down at my outfit. Black hose, black sleek mini skirt, gray pumps and a black gray collared button shirt with gray belt. I look like a dead body! He was looking better in a gray V-neck T-shirt, turquoise p-nts and one of those cool golden yellow detective like jacket.
Oh, he is cute!
‘Cookie,’ I looked up at him, my eyes w¡dening again. He called my real name? ‘No,’ he shook his head with disbelief. ‘Cookie, you are…’ Something clicked, it was the faceless guy! The same voice!
I staggered back with shock.
My ex boyfriend was Ame Allen!
To be continued.
Cough cough, 😷 🙀 mouth close.
They have finally met but would this bring back her memory? What would Dinah do when she finds out?
Let’s see.