Page 118 of Her Wicked Plan

When I first got here, I felt like being an annoying bitch because that’s just who I am. Dr. Bennett was the receiver of my attitude. I spent only two days in this room before I asked him to fix the cracks, seeing as I would stare at them all the time.

I wanted it to be flawless.

Of course, he told me no.

Time after time, his answer remained the same. I quit asking and dealt with the imperfections of my room. That is when I realized I wouldn’t be able to manipulate him. Henry was used to the patients trying to get their way.

After coming to that conclusion, he became like a father to me. More than my father ever was, that is. In return, he treated me like I was his own daughter. He genuinely cares about me.

Edith was always sweet to me. Ever since the beginning. I chose not even to be a bitch with her. Sure, I still make snarky comments to the woman, but that isn’t the extent to which I treat my fellow patients. Those are the only two people in this entire place I didn’t want to kill.

Then along came Leo.

I hadn’t known what to expect from him before he arrived. Dr. Bennett had told me about the new doctor I was getting, and I made a huge deal about it. I didn’t want another doctor. I wanted to be left alone in this version of Hell, but when I saw Leo, I knew his being sent here was good.

Not good in the sense that he would help me get better, because, let’s face it, I will never be fixed. Just like these cracks in my ceiling, they will always be here. Even if someone came and painted over them or filled them in, they would still be there, hidden behind a mask.

It was a good thing Leo was here because I knew he would be easy to manipulate after only one conversation with him. I could give him one look, say any little thing, and have him wrapped around my finger.

Which now I do.

He has tried to stay away from me, tried to be a good man and push me away, knowing that if we got caught, he would lose his job, but I kept reeling him right back in. I don’t even have to do much.

Although it’s pathetic, I expected this from him. To need me. I wasn’t expecting how he acted when we were alone together. When we were intimate, it’s almost like the Devil himself takes over his body. He becomes so dominant, so ruthless, that it clouds my mind.

His acting this way was something I wasn’t prepared for. It makes it harder to do my manipulation tricks as we are so consumed by one another.

In those filthy moments, I can’t think straight. I melt under his touch and at the words he whispers into my ear. Only after we are done do I snap out of whatever hold he has on me.

I need to be more careful.

More alert.

I can’t let him get in my head as much as he does. The plan won’t work if he takes over my mind. There can’t be any complications.

Yes, I can be sweet with him all I want, and I need to do more of that. I have to stop being such a brat with him. The sweet side is what he needs to fall in love with.

He is a man, though, and because of that, I have to use my body. He can’t be the one who is in charge the entire time we are together. I’ll have to remind him of that.

After my punishment yesterday, I didn’t see him for the rest of the day. I was hoping I would because, if I’m honest, I wanted to see Myles again.

The man is attractive. He's not as attractive as Leo, but I love that I made him afraid with my presence alone. I was joking about Myles joining us, but seeing how angry Leo got—the hint of jealousy in his eyes at my suggestion—I might keep up the rouge.

Myles would enjoy it. The looks he was giving me when we met were full of fear. Hidden behind that was lust. I could tell he thought I was attractive, too.

It wasn’t hard to see it in his gaze, especially when half the time his eyes were trained on my breasts. Another thing I noticed made Leo squirm.

Leo was the first guy to come along and make me feel good about myself since I’ve been locked up. Time spent alone with other females without a male touch can lower one's self-confidence. With Leo, I’ve gained that confidence back.

I feel wanted.

But that confidence is boosting my ego, and the more I think about it, the more having both of them at the same time sounds delightful. Maybe I could talk Leo into it.

It might be hard, given the jealous monster hanging out on his shoulder, but I wouldn’t mind being worshipped by two men at the same time. I’ve done it before, but not with two men who look the way Myles and Leo do.

Biting my lip at the thought, the fantasy running wild in my mind, I decided it was worth a try talking to Leo about it. I sit up in my bed, wincing at the soreness from Leo spanking me yesterday. It’s funny how he thought it was a punishment when I loved every single second of it.

With my feet dangling off the side of my bed, I slip on the white shoes and head out to the common room. Passing by the door, I peek inside and do not see anyone of interest except Eliza.