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Wasusing a child to chase a married woman an awful thing to do?
Ihad no idea.Guiltwasn’t an emotionIwas capable of processing.
Iwas three whenIrealizedIwas different from the “normies.”Byage four,Ilearned that assimilating was imperative to survive in the normies’ world.Except,Ididn’t want to simply survive in their world;Iwanted to dominate it.Iventured out early by starting college at sixteen, cutting ties with my wayward family.Mygoals were simple.
Power.
Money.
Control.
Ineeded the first two to gain the third because a life without control was unacceptable.Thenalong camePiya, and my objectives became vital instead of mere goals.Fameallowed me the necessary shortcuts to achieve them.Itmade me rich, but more so, my celebrity status established the necessary ethos to solidify the investmentsIneeded to build my empire.IfIwanted to open a nightclub, ten investors would jump on board simply to get in bed with a famousDJ.Asa result,Imanaged to get my name on everything, bars, restaurants, real estate, hotels, and now boarding schools.
“Iown this school.Whatareyoudoing here?”Iasked nonchalantly.
Piyareeled back, dumbfounded.Agitatedeyes stared at me blatantly. “Y-YouownNottAcademy?Howis that possible?”
Theslight tremor in her voice and the way she recoiled, as if my presence wasn’t worthy of hers, made me want to lock her in a room with me for the rest of her days.Thevisual ofPiyaat my mercy, and nothing standing in between, ran a line to my cock.
Great.
NowIwas getting hard in the middle of the day.
Ilooked away fromPiya, nostrils flaring asIthought of all sorts of boring things to cool my blood.Murder.War.Bloodand gore.Anythingthat wasn’tPiyabored me to death.Howdid she have this effect on me?Shefit the mold of whatIhad avoided my entire life—someone who made me lose control—yet hereIwas, seeking her out.
Foryears,Ihad done a great job applying the learned behaviors from “normies” and successfully masking this part of me.Theworld saw me as some hero, a rags-to-riches story come true.Thisfaçade helped me hide my true personality in plain sight.
Piyawas the first and only “normie” to stare into the eyes of darkness and dive in head-first.Theglimpses into my darkness didn’t scare her away.Instead, she embraced it, using it to her advantage.Shethought someone scary like me would safeguard her while she ticked off some list filled with visits to shady establishments.Sheforgot to account for one thing.Who’dkeep her safe from me?
Myfixation onPiyastemmed from what some might consider a one-night stand.Exceptone taste wasn’t enough.Morethan a decade had passed, yetIcould still smell and taste what she aroused and set free within only a night.Ihad been searching for years to recreate the same high, and the inability to understand what this forbidding woman invoked in me only pissed me the fuck off.Shehad unknowingly enticed a monster and fed it.Sheshouldn’t be surprised by the consequences it brought along.
“Itwas a recent purchase,”Isaid mildly.
“That’simpossible,” she spoke mainly to herself, hoping it to be untrue. “Iwould have seen your name on the paperwork—”
Aflash went off, stoppingPiyamidsentence.Iglared at the perpetrator and saw him visibly gulp before lowering the device surely to be responsible for his death.
Fameuncomplicated certain parts of my life while becoming cumbersome in other aspects.Noone dared to bother me in the sanctuary of my infamous home parties.Theywere thrilled to receive an invite with no intentions of rocking the boat by upsetting the celebrities in attendance.Ifyou gave people what their hearts desired, their submission in return was too easy.
Outsidethe home perimeters, however, was a different story.Asmall herd of paparazzi had been tipped off about my appearance atNottAcademy, and they were gathered outside the fenced-in gates.
“Mr.Trimalchio, who is this lovely lady beside you?”Anotherman with a camera spoke from the other side of the railing gates.
Piyabriskly walked away, pulling her goldHermesscarf over her hair and firmly pushing back the sunglasses sitting on the bridge of her nose.Thecuriosity over my presence was trumped by her need to get away from the limelight.Itonly piqued the paparazzi’s interest in her identity, and the cameras flashed away.
Whilebeing renowned was necessary for my success, this was tiresome.Iwaved politely like a regular old normie.Thecontrol it took not to rip the cameras out of their hands and smash them was oneIhad perfected over the years.Lackingimpulse control was unacceptable; it was the reason my kind often landed in jail.Prisonwas crawling with anti-socials.Unlikethose idiots,I’dnever allow something trivial like a reflex to rob me of my goals.Therewere much more satisfactory ways of quenching the bloodthirst.
PiyaAmbani, for one.
Thethingto quench my thirst hurried away, opening the door to the building.Ishoved my dress shoes in the crack before she could slam the door.Ifollowed her inside while she tutted.Tiresometeenagers and their equally miserable parents buzzed around us.Caretakerssettled overindulged teens into their rooms before the big send-off while the brats complained about their allowances.
Therewere a few discreet glances upon my entrance.Otherwise, no one took photos, hassled, or approached me.NottAcademywas the birthplace of old money and reeked of it.Harassingcelebrities wasn’t part of the culture.Notto mention, there were numerous kids here withBroadwaystars as parents, and ifIheard correctly, two child actors had enrolled for the year.Theteachers, students, and parents alike had all become accustomed to celebrity sightings.
Piyastrode confidently down a particular hallway, pulling off her scarf and stuffing it inside her purse.Ifollowed leisurely and smirked upon realizing she had quickened her pace to lose me.Didn’tmatter.Theheadmaster had given me a tour earlier, andIknew her destination.Thiscorridor led to the cafeteria.
“Youdidn’t answer my question.Whatare you doing here?”Iasked.
Piyatried to ignore me with her chin in the air.Whenshe realized she couldn’t lose me, she spat icily, “Pleaseleave me alone,Mr.Trimalchio.”
