Bullied To Love by Amal A. Usman Chapter 27 by desirenovel
The next morning I get up early. I shower and walk downstairs for breakfast. I am dressed in a grey coast scoop dress. I am carrying a white leather tote bag. I am wearing a pair of blackmail bomb heels, with aviator sungla**es. I remove my heels and wear my sandals since I am walking to Enzo’s parent’s place, which is just four blocks away from mine.
I arrive at Enzo’s house and I put my heels back on before ringing the doorbell. The maid opens the door and asks me who I am before letting me in. I tell her my name, and she lets me in. She says Enzo is waiting for me in his bedroom, to which she gives me directions. On my way to his bedroom I say hi to Mr and Mrs Costanzo. I knock on Enzo’s door, but the only sound I hear is water running. I enter and decide to wait for him guessing he is showering. I am going through my phone while I am waiting for him. He walks out of the bathroom with only his boxers on, looking amazing as always. I speak up to reduce the tension in the room.
“Hello, mi amore, I did not know you were coming so early.”
“Enzo just because you are just waking up does not make it early. Sometimes I wonder how you can run your business so well, with the way you love to sleep.”
“Oh, that is my secret,” Enzo says smirking.
“Whatever you say, but what will we be doing before going to work?”
“There is nothing we are going to do. I just wanted you to come over, so I will have to drop you off at work,” he says, smiling while walking into his closet.
“Are you serious?”
“Not really,” he says, laughing like he is hiding something.
“Enzo, please could you tell me the reason you made me come this early morning?” I say, but before Enzo can reply, someone knocks on the door and Enzo says come in like he was already expecting the person.
The maid I met earlier walks in with a pair of clothes in her hands. I look and discover they are workout clothes, and they look like they are for a female. I wonder who they are for. She puts them beside me and walks out before Enzo even comes out from the closet.
“The clothes she put on the bed, I want you to try them on,” Enzo says walking out in a workout outfit.
“Why? And why are you not dressed for work?” I say getting confused.
“That is because, mi amore today we are not going to work. Today I am going to teach you how to fight.” Enzo says with pride in his eyes.
“Oh, you could have told me last night, I would have prepared. But may I ask why?” I say standing up to walk to the bathroom with the clothes in my hands.
“Because my dear, I realised with your uncle on the loose, you don’t only need to learn how to use a gun, you also need to learn how to defend yourself if anything happens.”
“Alright if you say so, but I must say someone is becoming a little overprotective,” I say smiling.
“I don’t think it’s a crime to be protective of what’s mine,” Enzo says, pulling me close to his chest.
“Really! But I can’t remember being bought,” I say playing dumb like I don’t know what he means.
“I did not mean it like that, mi amore,” he says making our forehead touch.
“Then, how did you mean it?” I say staring into his eyes.
“I meant you are mine because you own my heart.”
“Really,” I say with a big smile on my face.
“Yes, mi amore,” he says then seals my lips with his in a pa**ionate kiss, making sure I know what he means, when he says I own his heart.
“Now go and change. I will be waiting in the gym,” he says after releasing me from the pa**ionate kiss.
“Alright,” I say, walking to the bathroom.
I change into the workout clothes, and to my surprise they fit perfectly. I walk out of his room, wondering where in God’s name the gym is. Luckily for me I find the same maid from earlier, before asking her for directions, I ask for her name.
“Hi, please could you show me the way to the gym and could you tell me your name?”
“My name is Zoe, ma’am, and just follow me. I will take you there,” she says and starts walking.
“Alright,” I say and follow her.
“Here it is,” she says stopping at the gym door.
“Thank you, Zoe,” I say to her before she walks away.
“You are welcome.”
I walk in to see Enzo doing weightlifting. He has his shirt off leaving him with only workout pants hanging low on his hips, lifting all those weights making him look s**y. I am pretty sure he is just doing it to show off and because he knows how much I love staring at his incredible body.
“How was the show?” Enzo says, dropping the weights and walking up to me.
“Which show?” I say wondering what in God’s name he is talking about.
“This one,” He says, referring to his amazing rock hard abs and biceps.
“You are not serious; I wasn’t even looking,” I say laughing and acting like I don’t care.
“When will you ever accept that you love what you see,” he says laughing too.
“NEVER!!!” I say acting like a little kid by poking my tongue out.
“You are very funny,” he says wrapping his arms around me.
“I know,” I say smiling while wrapping my arms around him too.
“Alright, let’s start. Today, I am going to teach you how to defend yourself in any situation you may find yourself in.”
“The first situation we are going to learn is what to do when you are held at gunpoint. If the person holds the gun to your head from your back, the right thing to do is not panic. I will show you what to do,” he says and walks to one of the drawers in the gym and brings out a gun.
If it were any other time that I see someone with a gun I would probably freak out, but with my memories back it just seems like a regular thing in my life. He removes all the bullets from the gun before walking back to where I am standing. He walks up behind me and puts the gun to my head.
“When held in a situation like this, the first thing to do is not to panic. You should think of away to get the gun out of their hands and take control of the situation,” Enzo says.
“Now I want you to put the gun to my head so I can teach you what to do,” He says, handing me the gun and stepping in front of me.
“Like this?” I say, stepping behind him and holding the gun to the side of his head.
“Yes, then once you notice you have a good angle I want you to strike the person with your elbow, and grab the gun quickly and face the person,” he says and the next thing I know the gun is in Enzo’s hands. He did not even hit me with his elbow, but he still got the gun away from me so fast.
“How did you do that without me noticing anything?”
“It was easy because you were distracted and that’s because you were listening to me. Another thing when the person is distracted, it makes it easy to take control of the situation. Now do what I did.”
THREE HOURS LATER
Enzo and I are exhausted from all the training and self-defence cla**es. I am lying down on the floor of the gym; I can’t remember the last time I moved my body so much. I can’t even move an inch of my body without feeling pain. I want to shower, eat and sleep. Enzo walks into the room with two bottles of water. I take one and down it without wasting any time.
“Thank you,” I say after finishing the bottle of water. I try to stand up but fall back down from exhaustion. I wish someone could carry me right now.
“You’re welcome,” he says and lifts me off the ground.
“Ahh, Enzo you don’t need to carry me, I can walk by myself,” I say, wrapping my arms around his neck. Celebrating inside that he is carrying me without asking.
“I just saw you fall back down when you tried standing and this beautiful smile on your face says otherwise,” he says smirking while walking out of the gym to his bedroom.
“I am sure you are going to sleep after eating. When you wake up, I have somewhere I want to take you, so be ready by 7. I will come back home from work to pick you up.” Enzo says, dropping me in the bathtub in his bathroom. I didn’t even realize we had reached his bedroom, let alone his bathroom.
“Alright,” I say, sliding into the luxurious bath.
“When you are done, I will have the maid bring your food upstairs, so you won’t have to stress yourself to come downstairs. I will be showering next door if you need me.”
“Anything for you mi amore,” he says and walks out of the bathroom.
I spend 20 minutes in the bathtub to help relax my muscles. I spend another 10 minutes showering to wash off all the soap. I walk out to meet Enzo already dressed in his suit. I walk into the closet to grab one of Enzo’s shirts, but I find a pair of clean boxers and a grey shirt on the chair. It brings a smile to my face. I wear them and walk back out to say thank you to Enzo.
“I am already late, so I won’t be eating with you,” Enzo says as soon as I step out of the closet.
“Alright, and thank you for laying out the clothes for me.”
“It was nothing, Mia Regina (My Queen)” he says hugging me while he kisses me on the lips before walking out.
“Bye,” I say before he walks out.
I eat the food brought to me and lay down on the bed to try and do some work on my laptop, but before I am even able to reply to an email sleep takes me away.