19: Rebel's Dilemma. President Leo pov

I trudged into my room angrily and banged the door behind me. My dad forbade me from going to look for Lila. My anger burned intensely, evident when Cassie tried to engage me in an endless shatter, I just shoved her away from my path and ran on.

 I was seated on my bed now, running my hand over the sealed letter I had intended to send Lila. Mario warned me not to let Ophelia and the household know that I had knowledge of Lila missing. 

 I better hope my threat to Mason would hold stronger than expected. I wasn't going to be a bad person but the situation might shape you just to fit right into it.

 Thanks to Mario who did a background check on Mason and we got to realize how vile that shit was. I've also had a trusted fellow on Mason's tail everytime, we got to know, again, that he had been having genital clashes with Ophelia.

 Two pieces of shit!

 Mario's knuckle jam on my head disrupted my thoughts. He sauntered inside with grins, hands in his pocket, with a stupid arrogant look.

 What the fuck is wrong with you?" I refused to smile.

 "Did you see Cassie? She smiled at me, man!" He announced happily.

 Helpless idiot in love.

 "Good for you." I flung the letter off my hand and stood on my feet, leisurely approaching my wardrobe.

 "Okay, okay. Are you sulking because you're grounded?" 

 "Grounded? I'm the company's president for God sake." I answered sharply.

 "Yeah, so what's the problem? I get it that daddy and mummy don't want you to go on a reckless adventure but you're so quick to forget who we were…I mean, when did we ever listen?" His shoulder was smuggled. His face asked a question.

 "You fucking cunt. Who would be in my stead? Dad said no to anyone doing my job for me." I shrugged hopelessly.

 "Is Dennis a joke to you?"

 "The manager? Cassie's brother? Nah, Dennis is too hotheaded." I shrunk in dismay.

 My hand was immediately inspired to touch my jaw like it was throbbing. Once in the past, Dennis threw one heavyweight punch on my jaw, he claimed I broke Cassie's heart and she was crying non stop.

 I mean, all I did was tell Cassie I wasn't in love with her after she confessed her feelings. I couldn't be any more disarrayed. I flaunted a broken and swollen jaw for two weeks and my beef with Dennis still remained indignant.

 "But you know how good he is, also, he apologized more than once." 

 My stare could almost drill into Mario's chest and gouge that fucking pump he called heart.

 "No to Dennis. Bring a better suggestion." I opened my wardrobe angrily and stared at the long line of clothes neatly arranged. Thinking of what clothes to take with me on the adventure.

 "Don't tell me you're thinking of what clothes to take with you on an adventure?"

 "Yeah?" I asked trying to know what the problem was.

 "Your Italian Mafia style suits and tuxedo shoes? Into the fucking forest? Dude, how do you think?" He furrowed.

 I paused and take to my waist, clutching them like I see his reasoning. But I shouldn't let Lila see me jumpsuit or ragged forest clothes, if there was one.

 "I wasn't thinking of going on a adventure with these." I ignored and walked away from him, lay on my bed, with my face to the ceiling.

 "Hiii, heya, I heard some adventure! What adventure are we talking about." Cassie strutted in merrily. 

 Damn Mario, he didn't keep a lid on my door, now Cassie had walked in like how owned the whole place. I sat up to observed what my trouble Cassie was going to cause.

 "Cassie!" He called in what I could say was a fit of panic.

 "You still have it? It's quite funny." She laughed heartily at Mario.

 "Have what?" He asked lost. He glanced at me and I took my eyes away, trying not to laugh.

 I wanted to burse into laughter when I saw his nicely cut afro hair hosting Ella's pet frog, but my mood suggested how irritating it was to laugh.

 It was a small frog and camouflaged, it just hung on his head peacefully.

 "You've got Ella's frog on your head man." I said, still with a stoic expression.

 "Oh God. How the hell did this find its way to my head." He raised his hand to flung it off but Cassie stopped him abruptly.

 "Wait! Leo's sister is a beast if you touch her pet. Let me get it off you, just stoop gently." Cassie cuts in.

 Mario obeyed and bent low, Cassie carefully cupped her hands to take the frog of his hair, it took quite a fit to get it off.

 "Is it out?"

 "Phew! Ella's lovely pet, she must be looking for it now."

 Just then, Ella's tiny frail rented. She yelled 'Yoyo' repeatedly.

 The fucking frog name was Yoyo.

 "Ella, I got Yoyo." Cassie screamed back.

 "Oh thank Goodness. Where is he?" She ran into my room and took Yoyo from Cassie.

 "It was hanging on Mario's hair." 

 "Oh Yoyo. Naughty, naughty Yoyo. I apologize Mr Mario, Yoyo is getting rebellious these days." She brought Yoyo to herself and gave a gentle stroke.

 Mario straightened up. "Not a problem." He forced a smile.

 "Ella, why don't you take Yoyo with you to the garden." Cassie said, trying to dismiss Ella. She moved an inch from where Mario stood, her leg caught on whatever was the obstacle on her path and she tried to slump, head down-fall fatal.

 Mario's quick grip held her waist preventing her from falling, she in turn wrapped her hands round Mario's neck-a survival impulse. 

 They both stared at each other for what seemed like forever, eyes, nose, lips all aligned. 

 What was that favorite romance show again?

 I scoffed, snickered and smirked. Ella cooed romantically at them and the frog made a stupid croaking sound.