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Dexter
Ichanged my mind for a very good reason. When I told Holly she wouldn’t sleep with me, it was to keep my own feelings in check. The whole experience in the library shocked me at how much I wanted this woman. I had an urgent need to be close to her at all times and physically ached to hold her and whisper words of love in her ear. That shocked me more than anything.
Through the whole lesson, she never put a foot wrong. She responded better than I dared hope and I couldn’t stop. It became a delicious game I wanted to play all night, and I recognized something different. It wasn’t what I did; it was her.
The woman.
I wanted to please her, to make her fall under my spell because the more I did to her, the more anxious I became that she would leave. So, I made my decision. I’m pulling back, emotionally, because feelings are inconvenient to a man who banned them from his life. I made a promise to myself that I would never love again because it hurts too much when they leave.
I don’t go to bed. Instead, I retreat to my den and the past returns as it always does when I’m at my lowest point.
Night time is the worst. It’s when my demons come back to haunt me. I can see her as plainly as if she is standing in front of me. Dark unruly hair with aquamarine eyes. Beautiful.
“Come and play, Dexsie.”
“I’m busy.”
“You’re always busy. Come and play, pleeez.”
Just her impish grin always made me relent, and I set down my computer game and smiled - she always got her way with me, anyway.
My sister, my best friend. We were so close in age we were almost twins. Joined together by our DNA and alike in so many ways except she was light, I was shade. She was the sun; I was the moon. Opposites that complemented each other and made everything right.
Our childhood was happy, no sibling rivalry or arguments in our case. I loved my sister and always cared for her with an overprotectiveness that annoyed her the older we got.
Boyfriends were vetted, and warned off if there was just a hint they were unworthy. I took my role as her big brother very seriously and it caused many arguments.
Nobody would ever be good enough for my sister and, as it turned out, I was right.
Just thinking about Mario Cordoli makes my skin crawl and the anger resurface. He intrigued her. Flattered her and gave her excitement in a destructive way. The son of a man nobody ever wants to meet on a dark night and a man you upset at your peril.
I went there, anyway.
I tried everything possible to talk her out of it, but her mind was made up. They announced their engagement at Sunday brunch and I stormed from the room in disgust. My parents were powerless to change her mind and powerless against his family. She was a sacrificial lamb to the slaughter and I couldn’t bear to stand by and watch her ruin her life in the most destructive of ways.
Back then, I was who I am now. Dexter Prince, King of Media Corp and one of five men who hold the fate of society in our hands. I tried to use my position to dispose of him and used every weapon in my arsenal.
Every piece of dirt I had on him, his family, and everyone connected to them was published in a destructive way. A character assassination of the worst kind that caused so much damage it was like a violent storm hitting and wiping out everything in its path.
My sister was angry and blamed me for everything. Told me she never wanted to see me again and she would marry him or die.
Ironic really, when that’s exactly what happened.
As payback for what I did.
We were having our usual Sunday lunch and waiting for Phoebe to arrive. Relations had been strained since I massacred her boyfriend and his family’s reputation and it was now at the stage they were under investigation and facing a jail term. She hadn’t spoken to any of us in over a month and when we got the text saying she wanted to meet up and discuss things, we were hopeful for a reconciliation. Surely, she could see what a monster she had agreed to marry and knew it was only a matter of time before he ruined her. I had no regrets about what I did because I would do anything to protect her.
We heard the car skidding to a halt outside and I will never forget the look in my parent’s eyes as they looked at one another, already sensing something wasn’t right.
We raced outside as fast as we could and the only thing there was a crumpled heap on the ground.
I swear my life ended that day as I struggled to make sense of what I saw.
Lying in the gravel was the body of the woman I loved more than anything and the fact she never moved told me everything I needed to know. My mother screamed and the sound of it will live in my memory to my dying day. It was the torturous sound of pain and grief mixed in a life changing cocktail.
My father rushed forward, but I got there first and as I turned her over, my heart broke forever. Her beautiful eyes stared up at me, all the life drained from her soul.
She was dead.
