Chapter 19 - Her Scent
The next morning, Zain Bennetti woke up with a terrible hangover.
He lay on his bed and raised his hand to rub his forehead.
His brows knitted tightly, and he looked very uncomfortable due to a hammering headache.
"Grhh..! my head!!
He again rubbed his forehead and recalled what happened yesterday.
He was still wearing a suit, even his pair of leather shoes were intact.
He reeked of alcohol.
He had drunk a lot.
He recalled how Susanna and Francesco invaded his house and privacy one after the other.
He wanted to be alone, but Francesco want to settle his score of blue balls.
He sighed.
Irritated he removed blanket and stood up, strode towards the bathroom.
He slides open the bathroom door and walked towards the sink. He brushed his teeth and took a long warm shower.
Wrapped a towel around his waist, walked towards his closet.
While selecting his suit, he recalled the Rizi's presences yesterday in the club.
Her unique scent!
How's that possible?
He scratched his head.
"Was it real or just a hallucination because of alcohol?"
He questioned himself and took a mental note to check with Francesco on this.
After dressing up, he went downstairs.
Servants had already served breakfast.
Francesco was ready, dressed up in a striped-black suit, taking a sip of coffee with one hand, and with another one, he typed something in his cellphone.
"Buongiorno!" Zain greeted.
"Buongiorno Bella addormentata(sleeping beauty)!" Francesco teased playfully.
Zain rolled his eyes and shot him a glare.
Zain sat in front of the dining table, opposite to Francesco, and read the newspaper.
After couple of minutes, servant served him coffee and pancakes.
He closed the newspaper, pick up the fork and sliced his pancake. He placed a piece in his mouth and asked in a reluctant tone.
"Did you saw Rizi D'Souza in the club yesterday?"
Francesco choked on his coffee. "What! No! Our room was private. The one who gave you lap dance was this very hot stripper with brown-hair cut short, blue eyes, sexy curves."
"But you pushed her away after kissing her." Francesco blinked.
Zain took a sip of his coffee in a deep thought. "But I felt as if she was there."
Francesco rolled his eyes.
This drunkard.
How drunk was he!
No doubt he hallucinated.
"How? Care to explain?"
Zain took a deep breath. "Her scent. It's a unique scent."
"Pfffft..." Francesco burst out laughing.
"Damn, what did you say? Her Scent? Haha. What are you? A sniffing dog?"
"Shut the fuck up" Zain scowled.
"Okay. Okay. Well, just so you know, not even a shadow of Rizi was there. It's so many years. Your stupid mind plays this game every time your little buddy wants some action with someone. Tell me, do little Zain down there has some issue? Is he able to stand up properly? Or do you have a fetish that only Rizi can satisfy?
Because lastly, I remember you broke the final barrier on the day.. ahem... you know when you forced her. So do your little Zain don't want to meet anyone else?" Francesco bombarded him with a lot of ridiculous stupid questions.
"You ugly blabbermouth! Not everyone's dick works faster than their brain." Zain shot him daggers.
Francesco clutched his chest and coughed stating as if he was hurt.
Zain shrugged his shoulders and put down his fork.
All of sudden his expression turned gloomy. He mind drifted towards the events of 3 years back.
"Hmmm…".
Francesco understood what he was thinking about.
He can figure out Zain just by looking at his eyes and expressions.
Francesco also put down his fork.
He stared at Zain with a serious expression.
After a while, he spoke slowly.
"I have told you many times earlier as well. That move was not good. It was inhuman what you wanted to do. Everyone has their dignity. You completely ripped hers apart. Revenge is ok. You wanted to destroy D'Souzas' and you did that. But you forced yourself on her and made that fucking video to send it to her father. The irony was, that guy was dead the very next day before that video reaches him. This absurd to say but am glad he was dead before that, no one deserves to see that- a guy fucking his own helpless daughter mercilessly out of revenge."
"As that main culprit died, you pushed everything on his daughter, destroyed her, and sent her to prison. I pitied her. The irony is now you are asking me if she was in that high-end club? Have you lost your brain somewhere yesterday? If she will appear am sure she will put a knife directly on your throat rather than kissing you."
Zain clenched his fist "She deserved it. D'Souzas' deserved it. They did have to pay for my parents' death. That old hag died all of sudden, I was not yet done with him. So she has to pay for her father's debt."
"But it was not her fault. She didn't deserve it. It was her father's fault, not hers. My stand on this will not change. Anyways let's not talk about this. I feel like I am talking to a stone. Hope one day you will realize she dint deserve it all." Francesco threw his hands in the air surrendering to the Zain's stubbornness.
Zain snapped "Will you stop it now?"
Francesco sighed and focused on his breakfast.
Rest of the breakfast was silent.
After breakfast, they drove towards Benneti Group to attend planning meeting on security up-gradation/enhancement project.