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Two: with two girlfriends who had vanished, I needed a security blanket from scrutiny. I needed to portray the image of a man who had stability. Marriage was my ultimate self-sacrifice.
Three, and most importantly: she was unable to have children. The day after she caught my eye, I ran my checks on her, and her infertility lit up my eyes. Of course, I couldn’t tell her I knew, but it was perfect. I didn’t care to have a whiny, snotty baby ruining my life. My lonely wife begged for a baby, and to shut her up, I told her we could try, knowing her dream would never come true.
I thought she was a nutcase to try for something she knew wasn’t possible, but I commemorate her for upholding the act until she no longer could. It was only when she suggested alternatives I discovered her ploy. She wanted me to spendmymoney to give her the baby no man could. Little did I know that would be my saviour.
Savannah was much easier to convince than I thought. I guess money can make anything happen. I was willing to pay whatever to get her in my clutches. I thought it would be bliss once she signed, but she proved to be difficult. A murder was committed outside of her building, and instead of fearing for her life, she fucked her pathetic ex. Why did I bother paying for that murder to happen?Waste of my fucking money.I needed her to move out of her own volition, so when that didn’t work, I bought the fucking building and kicked out all the tenants. Any property she looked at, I did whatever I had to do to ensure she was an unsuccessful candidate.
I thought assigning her to Ray would be the most effective solution. I could keep tabs on her, and Ray would never be interested in her. In fourteen years, I’ve never heard him speak about a woman. Truthfully, I thought he was gay. As a safe measure, I warned him that she was off limits. The man didn’t ask any questions, having dismissed her as a potential suitor based on nothing except that he doesn’t care for a woman by his side or in his bed. He was a fool to think he could deny a vixen like her. I’ll hold back my judgment because he hadn’t met her yet – he didn’t knowwhathe was dismissing.
You can imagine my surprise when I saw him leave the property anhourafter dropping her home from the tenth-anniversary party. Nobody can imagine the rage and jealousy I felt as I watched the footage of her seducing him, sucking his cock and letting him fuck her. I hate myself for having so many different angles of the betrayal. Regardless, I watched it from all six cameras in her room.
I spent months watching her in her small space. I enjoyed watching her make breakfast, attempt to clean up, shower, talk on the phone, pleasure herself, sleep,everything. I couldn’t focus on anything except her. I knew I had to make a move quickly when she fucked Ray for the second time. She dared to answer my call and lie through her teeth while he was devouring her. With my phone to my ear, I watched her fuck him from my laptop. Such a filthy girl. But that was okay because I would cleanse her. She would become mine.
My clever girl gave me another problem because she saw the camera. I watched in anticipation as she leaned in closer. If I knew her well, which I do, I was expecting her to storm to the house. Luckily, she gave me the night to rewrite code and pull parts of the truth from an otherwise fictional story. Emery did ask me to build the guesthouse, but the cameras were installed as it was built. She never locked herself in there.
I wasn’t lying when I told Savannah the coding that showed the date the cameras were turned off was built into the system. I omitted the part where Iownthe security company and have the power, accessibility, and knowledge to override the coding used. I renamed the cameras on my system and waited for her to fall into my bear trap. It worked well for me because I could sell theEmery is crazystory and clear my name; two birds with one stone, as they say.
I played the long game because sometimes you must make sacrifices in chess. I didn’t plan on fucking her at that charity gala. I wanted her to fall in love with me first. She and Ray were only lust, but me and her? We were more than a rough roll around in the sheets. But I couldn’t stop myself. She was practically begging me for it. It was a regret the moment it was over. It felt amazing, but she would pull away because of the guilt, and I needed to devise a better plan. Returned the days of watching her through my cameras.
Things were going well. Ray was still fucking her, but that would be over soon. She then brought another problem to me – her father. I should have murdered Ray right there and then, but what would she think of me? I’d have no chance, so I promised to find whoever killed the bastard and his friends. I’d kill whoever it was just for her safety and happiness.
I wish I had a picture of my face when I learnt that person was Ray. I wouldn’t murder him – that would raise too many suspicions. But that was my chance to get him out of her life. Problem solved, and the chess game continues.
But then another fucking obstacle – red fucking lipstick. I would have regained control over Emery had Savannah not admitted to everything. My girl made a stupid move but hadn’t played chess before. It’s my job to teach her. Emery pulled a smart move by shutting off the electricity. If I had done my due diligence, I would have checked the guesthouse and known Savannah wasn’t there. Had I seen through Emery’s empty threat, I wouldn’t have said those awful, untrue things that hurt Savannah. Now I must handle EmeryandSavannah being angry with me.
If that wasn’t enough, I havethisproblem. Yet another problem because of her. The car was the perfect gift for Savannah. She craved freedom, and I could track wherever she went. I knew he had to go when I listened to the audio of them in the car. While she defended me against his accusations, he was too close to the truth.
Elliot only reaffirmed my decision when he risked her life with these scumbags. Had I given them everything they asked for, they’d be back.He’d be back for more.She’s given him enough, and no matter how many times she asked him to leave, he came back. This was the only solution.
She’s giving me more hassle than happiness right now. I know part of it is my problem; I keep saving her from the world, but I can’t control it. I want her to be happy, and I want her to be mine in every way that matters.
My suit jacket does little to protect me from the cold draft. I sigh into the empty room as I contemplate how to handle this.This is what happens when I can’t control myself.Savannah has taken all my control and common sense.But he had to go.
I take a few steps forward and crouch down. I click my tongue as I stare at her ex-boyfriend’s lifeless body. I tilt my head and sigh once again.
“What to do with you?”
28
Myreflectionlooksasrelaxed as I feel. The steam from the hot shower cleared my thoughts. While I haven’t figured out what to do with Mr Hunter’s body yet, it’s somewhere it won’t be found, and that is all I have time for tonight.
Emery is sulking in her room, and I usually would try to placate her, but my favourite obsession asked Ray to come over. I would rather sell my company than miss her tearing into him. Unlike me, he isn’t strong enough to withstand such a blow.
In the safe confines of my home office, I lean into my seat and prepare for the showdown. As I pull the feed up, Savannah is pacing around her room. Even through a lens, she looks ethereal. Like a hypnotised fool, I watch closely as she rubs her belly. Never did I think pregnancy could be beautiful and sexy. I expected to be repulsed by her growing body, but I should have known nothing about her could be hideous. Like a moth to the flame. I can’t look away from her glow. She is the flame because I’m burningforher and will burnbecauseof her.
Minutes tick by, but I don’t get bored. She’s my favourite pastime. My blood turned green with jealousy the first time her hand slipped between her legs and she moaned Ray’s name. I almost ran across the land and banged my fists on her door so she would stop. It’s okay though, because shedreamtabout me. She whispered my name so quietly I thought I was going crazy. I replayed itseventimes before my smile broke out. I wish I knew what she was dreaming about.
I can’t dwell on it for long because Ray finally appears. The joy on his face is about to be ripped off. I wonder if she would dare to slap him as she did me. It took all my strength to turn that rage into desperation. Nobody dared to hit me before – not even my father after I destroyed his life.
“You killed my father,” she accuses.
His features don’t move an inch. One thing I learned quickly about Ray is he has an iron-clad poker face. I’ve never seen him show emotion except pride when he excels at his job. Even now, accused of such a foul thing, he stares blankly. He walks to her bed and sits on it in a familiar move.
“Xavier?” he asks.
“Does it matter?”
His shrug is nonchalant, making me smile. His attitude is going to push her over the edge. “I guess not.”
