A Stolen Kiss From THE CEO!

251 Am I A Fool For Love?

When Leon left the villa with John, simmering with immense rage, he instructed him to drive down to his second apartment.

All through the fifteen minutes drive, which felt like five long hours to a heartbroken Leon, he wallowed in his excruciating thoughts wishing it was a bad dream that he would soon wake up from.

He couldn’t accept the fact that Ella threatened him with divorce.

As if the divorce wasn’t torturing enough, she was willing to die just to keep the pregnancy.

“What has taken over my love’s heart? Why did she choose to hurt me this way without looking back or feeling sorry for me? How did I let things degenerate to this level? How could she choose a thing that is yet to take a complete human form over me? Did she really love like she claimed or am I a fool for love?”

Different questions clamored for attention in Leon’s head as he gritted his teeth until his gum began to hurt.

His heart was so heavy that he felt it would rupture from anguish.

Feeling smothered by resentment, he tore the tie around his neck and unbuttoned his shirt collar as the heat within and around was strangling him. He raked his fingers through his smooth textured hair, making it look disheveled like the wrestling ground of two street cats.

Just when he thought he was about to explode from pent-up emotions, the car finally came to a halt.

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Without waiting for John to open the door for him, Leon pushed open the passenger door of the car, jumped down, and stormed off.

John wanted to ask a question but smartly advised himself against it. He carefully alighted from the car and briskly walked over to the car trunk; where he brought down Leon’s luggage.

He handed both the piece of luggage and Leon’s briefcase to the head housekeeper, Ida; a middle-aged woman with a calm demeanor and a tranquil smile.

“What is wrong with the boss and where is the beautiful madam Ella?” Ida inquired quietly.

“Word of advice, stay away from the boss’s path. He is in a foul mood, and his temper is toxic.” John warned sternly.

“Where are you going to? Aren’t you going to hang around in case the boss needs you?” Ida questioned further when she observed that John was about to leave.

“The boss has made some impromptu changes to my job description. Henceforth, I am to only drive madam Ella around town and not him. As we speak, a new driver by the name of Austin will be reporting for duty later today. Can I go now before I get into trouble?”

“Oh yes!” Ida smiled. “Thanks for the heads up.”

“Sure! You’re welcome!” John smiled briefly as he got into the car and left the premises.

Inside the house, Leon briskly walked over to the bar section, ignoring some of the house staff members who were politely greeting him.

When got to the bar, he brought down some bottles of alcoholic drinks from the shelf. These drinks were made up of gin, vodka, absinthe, brandy, and blackberry liquor.

Acting as though he was a mixologist, he made a cocktail mixture containing an equal volume of these drinks to achieve a one hundred percent alcoholic lethal mix.

After making his special but perfect recipe that was capable of numbing his emotional turmoil, he brought down six lowball glasses and filled them all up to the brim.

Then he lifted one of the glasses into the air and said;

“Cheers, my love for striking me where it hurts the most!”

He shut his eyes and emptied the glass of drink in a single gulp.

The intoxicating drink slowly seeped into his system, making his already boiling blood pump even harder.

Instead of the drink drowning his pain, it intensified it making him want to punish someone for his aching heart.

In an anxious bid to numb his senses and stifle his bloodthirsty desires, he gulped down all remaining five glasses of his lethal mix.

Unfortunately, neither his heartache nor enormous fury was willing to go away. It was as though something sinister was engulfing his body, mind, and soul. And the only angel capable of taming the monster in him had flown away, leaving him behind to wreak havoc.

“Oh, Ella, you’re killing me!” He angrily smashed all the glasses and bottles of drink on the tiled flooring, sending shattered pieces of glass particles and the alcoholic content in the bottles flying in multiple directions.

He faced palmed his forehead severally and stormed upstairs to his bedroom.

Ida had just concluded arranging Leon’s clothes in the wardrobe and putting away his luggage when he barge into the room, looking like a deranged bloodthirsty vampire.

“Get...out!” Leon boomed in a deep terrifying voice that sent a series of shock waves down Ida’s spine.

“S...s...s...sorry...ssssss...” Ida tried to form words but was struck with acute stuttering.

“Get lost!” Leon thundered fiercely causing Ida to scurry like an extremely frightened kitten while tumbling over and picking herself up until she was out of his room.

Without taking off his clothes except for his shoe, Leon entered his bathroom and turned on the cold shower, while resting his head on the shower cubicle glass wall.

As the cold water splashed on his head, soaking his hair and drenching his clothes, he watched as the trickling water from his face fell on the floor before mingling with the flowing water.

“Ella!” He whispered as his mind wandered off to the first time he met her.

He remembered the feisty look in her eyes when he accused her of not being careful while crossing the road. He recalled how she tried to claim that she was right, even when she was wrong.

A faint smile slowly broke on his hardened face as the beautiful memory of their first meeting came pouring in. But that faint smile vanished into thin air as her last torturing words kept reverberating in his mind.

Feeling the urgent need to unburden himself on someone, he quickly took off his clothes and had a proper shower.

When he was done bathing and dressed in a cool-looking business casual outfit, he was about to leave his bedroom when his phone beeped twice.

He briefly checked and discovered that he had received over ten missed calls from Tom and five messages.

“Denise!”

He scoffed and turned off his phone before leaving the house in his black exotic sports car.

On his way out of town, he came across a familiar grey Porsche car parked by the side of the road.