Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
No, that can’t happen.
I’m clean.
I know what I do is perfect—every single time.
Turning the water to cold, I stand under it, hoping it will teach my cock to make better choices.
And not her.
It can’t have her any longer.
She needs to die.
And I need to kill her.
It’s what they would want if they knew.
My life is solely dedicated to the Society and my fellow members.
Turning the water off, I reach for the towel.
It needs to be done. I’m a smart man. I know better.
And it’s not as if her husband will come looking for her, not after what he saw. Surely.
An easy kill.
Easy disposal.
Maybe I could hunt him?
Wrapping the towel around my waist, I find my bag on the bed and reach in for my knife. Simple but effective. It’s dark when I return to the living room. The glow of the moon is the only light in the apartment, and the fire from earlier burned out.
“Caterpillar!” I call for her, but she doesn’t answer. Walking past the dishwasher, I see it’s open, and the knife I put in there is gone. “Caterpillar,” I call after her again. Her bag is no longer near the door.
Well, well, well, what a sneaky little caterpillar.
How did she know?
Or was that her plan all along?
I grin widely as I walk back to my bedroom. Climbing into bed, I wonder… What should I do about my caterpillar?
Eat her, or watch her transform?
TEN
LILITH
Dear Diary,
I didn’t mean to be so…
What is the correct word? Fucked-up? Maybe.
I’m not even sure that’s the right word.
You see, he instilled an unhealthy obsession in me.
And you know what a little craziness does to obsessions.
It causes fixations.
xox
One Year Later
Signing those papers was like releasing a deep, cleansing breath—one I had been holding for so long. Deven refused to divorce me, even though I told him I wanted nothing. He said that wasn’t acceptable because he wanted me.
But I stopped wanting him a long time ago.
An incredibly long time ago.
And now? I crave a man I run from.
Who I know I’ll run from again when he comes for me.
Though lately, I have seen him with another woman—one who looks nothing like me. She’s a reminder of everything I’m not, and I can’t say it doesn’t sting a little.
In reality, it stings a lot.
So, I keep my distance and stalk. Although I know a part of me wants him, I also know I’m in danger if he ever catches me.
I never wanted to want this man more than any other I’ve wanted in my life. But I do. However, I know it’s not the smartest thing to contemplate.
He’s dangerous, and the more digging I do, the more I uncover.
Reon is who he said he is. A very successful businessman. A billionaire…
He is also a killer.
But he is more…
It’s whispered about in the shadows, not spoken about in normal social circles.
Though those in the higher tax brackets don’t talk, let’s just say their staff do. Despite the NDAs they are forced to sign when they’re drunk, their words spill easily.
“Where are your black shoes?” I put my purse in the locker, and then I freeze. “Cooper, where are your black shoes? It’s high standards tonight. There will be people here you would never get the chance to meet in your lifetime. So, it’s best behavior, and don’t act starstruck. And wear Lucinda’s black shoes. This is not acceptable. And don’t forget your eye mask. Discretion is what works best,” my boss says.
I nodded my head in acknowledgment of the fake name I had given him. I showed him my fake license, for which I had paid a lot of money, and he did a security check, but nothing came back.
That’s because this name was stolen, and the girl I stole it from is a girl in college who can’t afford to get a loan in her name. So I’m safe now back in the big city.
At least, that’s what I tell myself.
I’ve been working my way up. I had to gain the trust of my employer before they would move me to the bigger, more exclusive parties. I’ve done some parties with people who hold power. I served celebrities, even athletes, and each time, I change my hair color just to be safe in case someone were to recognize me. Each party requires a different NDA to be signed, and I’m signing them with a different name each time. I’m doing it to get to him. It all comes down to him.
Reon Holloway.
That night, I ran from him. I did so because, for some strange reason, I felt the night may not end as I’d hoped.
I don’t know if my feelings were right, but I wasn’t going to hang around to find out. My gut was telling me to run, and that night, I chose to listen to it.