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His chest was rising and falling in shallow breaths as he held my gaze. “Yes.”
I felt my heart flip and not in a good way. “Then that is why I hate you. You remind me of someone who broke me. And I am in too many pieces to be broken again.”
Hurt and confusion creased his sinfully beautiful features and I took a deep breath before I said what I needed to, “I am not some employee you can fuck and have fun with until you get bored. I can’t do that. I am not what you are looking for, so stop this now. Just leave me alone.”
With that, I left his room and didn’t look back.
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“Then that is why I hate you.” Her green and gold eyes swirled with emotion as she stared up into the depths of my black soul. Something inside me flinched at her words. She really meant them. “You remind me of someone who broke me. And I am in too many pieces to be broken again.”
What? What did that mean? Who broke her? My immediate confusion turned to pain that she would think that I would ever want to hurt her. That I would ever purposely try and cause her suffering.
“I am not some employee you can fuck and have fun with until you get bored. I can’t do that. I am not what you are looking for, so stop this now. Just leave me alone.”
My jaw tensed as she turned and fled my room. And I let her go. Because at the end of the day, she was right. She can’t do that and what other reason was I doing this for?
As soon as the door closed behind her, I turned and swung my fist into the plaster board of the bedroom wall. The wall crumbled from the impact, leaving a mess on the cream carpet below. Pacing the room, I ran my hand through my hair. How the hell did that go south so fast? One minute I was in fucking heaven with my fingers in her tight, wet pussy and the next...
Now I’ve touched her...now I have had a taste, I can’t let go. I can’t leave her alone. Why did she think it would be so easy? Does she not feel this pull towards me like I do her? What am I doing wrong? Who do I remind her of?
Anger prickled all over my skin as I opened my bedroom door and dashed into my office. Pulling out the file that Toni gave me earlier about her life, I flipped it open and skimmed down her CV. Nothing I didn't already know. Next page. Birth certificate. My eyebrows pulled together.
Olivia Rose Bennett.
Bennett? But her last name is Jones? What the hell? I checked the date and place of birth and it was the same as her CV. The only difference was her name. Flicking to the next page, I stilled. A deed poll. She changed her name just two months ago. Personal choice was ticked on the reasons why.
Flipping the pages over some more, seeing her school records, GCSEs and A levels, it all matched what I already knew about her until I stumbled upon a death certificate. Her father's.
Stuart Bennett. Died in a fatal car accident at the age of 38 in 2003. Olivia would have been 4 years old. The same age as Raya. A strange feeling settled in my gut and I quickly flipped the page again to not dwell too much on it.
What I saw next had my heart hammering in my chest. English newspaper articles. Loads of them. With the headings; Local man stabs teenager to death. Stalker’s stabbing in small town. Murder in mansion house party. Pulling out the articles one by one, I skim read them looking for any indication as to how Olivia was involved in this. And then I spotted it. In one article with the heading Obsessed stepbrother kills boyfriend, there was a picture of a younger, happier Olivia hanging off a teenage boy's arm. They both look so youthful and carefree and he is looking at her with admiration. I felt my hands starting to shake as I scanned the article for her name.
Henry Trendall, 20 years old, has been arrested for the brutal murder of Nathanial Ford, aged 18. On Friday 12th May, Henry, who was thought to be unprovoked in his attack, stabbed the teenager seven times at an end of year sixth form party at a fellow student’s house. Sources say that Nathanial was the boyfriend of Olivia Bennett, an 18-year-old student who also happens to be Mr Trendall’s stepsister.
Fuck.
Sources close to the family say that Trendall had a very unhealthy relationship with Bennett. He was controlling, possessive and obsessed with her for many years before committing such a heinous crime.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
The sentencing will be on July 24th at Her Majesty’s court and Trendall is expected to be tried for murder and given a life sentence.
Frantically, I flicked through the file some more until I found the court scripture. As my eyes landed at the bottom and I saw the verdict, I shook my head. He got away with it. He was thrown a get out of jail free card. The jury and professionals claimed he was not in his right mind and suffering from a mental health disorder. That he needed help and belonged in a mental institution, not prison. Anger rose in me at the thought of him getting off so lightly when he caused Olivia so much heartbreak and took that innocent boy's life. Then I checked myself. What a hypocrite. How many fathers, sons, boyfriends, husbands have I killed in my lifetime? Yes, they may not have been innocent, but nor was I. Now I understand it.
Now I understand her. In her eyes, I was a constant reminder of her stepbrother. Arrogant. Controlling. Possessive. Dangerous. She could sense it in me. That darkness that she was trying to forget. Of course, she would recognise it when it was staring her in the face once again.
Dropping my head in my hands on my desk, I felt my body shaking with rage. She was right. This could never work. She could never be in this world with me. She has suffered at the hands of a psychotic killer. And once she knew the extent of who I was, she would never think anything less. Because let's face it. I deserved to be rotting in a prison cell too. Yet, because of the family I was born into, I had protection. I could be a monster and get away with it.
Not able to look at any more of her files at that moment, I closed them all and locked them in my desk drawer. Standing up and walking over to my liquor cabinet, I poured myself a large whiskey and downed it in one. A knock on my door made my heart skip a beat. Was it her?
When Max’s man bun poked around followed by his beefy body, I groaned.
“Nice to see you too!” He mumbled as he stepped into my office and closed the door. “Thanks for leaving me to deal with that lot alone you bastard.”
I turned and handed him a drink before sitting back down at my desk and putting my feet up on it. When I didn’t respond but stared into space, I felt Max’s gaze on me.
