Chapter 41: SOFIA
To be honest, there were two things I expected to happen when Richard reached my side. When he loomed over me like a great shadow.
One, I kinda expected that he might raise his hands on me. I’ve heard the rumors, it was actually one of the things ’City Burn’ covered during the Rosa Ross scandal that most other news pamphlets and magazines didn’t.
City Burn speculated that Richard, when angry, often laid hands on Rosa. And when Rosa was asked during an interview, she didn’t deny it even though she made no comment.
I knew I had made him very angry, I could see it in his eyes as he watched me. He was pissed as fuck.
If he slapped me or laid his hand on me, it won’t matter much especially if I decide to take legal action. I have seen and read news where rich and powerful men like Richard Wellington, harass or assault a woman and the punishment is just a menial payment of fine.
When I see or read such news, yes, I get angry, but I’m not really surprised by it. Men dominate our society, they are recognized, they are accorded more respect than we, the other sex.
Not to talk of when a man is rich and powerful, it’s godship to not just the man, but to those around him. It’s no wonder, they feel like they could do anything and get away with it.
Like the drunk guy who ran into the delivery guy. Even the foolish blond guy who I had a misunderstanding with. And mostly, this dark haired man who was so close to me that his minty breath
was doing things to my brain.
I didn’t say that rich women like Alicia aren’t recognized, they are, but the truth remains that it’s different from the one accorded to the men.
I found myself suddenly dry as I realized that if this man assaults me, he was likely to get away with it. I swallowed and wet my dried lips, silently praying he doesn’t raise his hands on me.
As I wetted my lips the second time, I found him staring at my lips. He watched them as if enraptured by the sight of it and that brings me to the second thing I thought he would do.