Chapter four: Predator

Aiden

I woke up with a start, my chest heaving as I struggled to catch my breath. I was drenched in my sweat and my head spun.

I kept having the same bad dreams for the past three years. She was lying in an awkward position on the ground, face buried in the white sand of the beach and when I turned her over, her eyes were white and her face pale. She was dead.

My heartbeat seemed to slow down at that moment and cold spread through my chest. I couldn't believe what I had just done…

I killed a girl. I fucking killed her!

Reliving memories from the past is not something I enjoy. It’s the one thing I’ll do anything to avoid under normal circumstances, but nothing about this situation can be called normal. She was going to haunt me for the rest of my life.

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Hours later, I was done getting ready for school. I lay stretched out on the couch, tossing a ball up and catching it as I waited for Jacob to join me while reflecting on my life. I kept repeating these actions, with Trevor Daniel's "Falling" blasting in my ears. It's my way of thinking, especially when I have a lot on my mind, like playing ball and the boy from the courtroom.

It's been three years since that incident and there is no single day I don’t think of him. Is he doing okay? Where is he now?

I never even got the chance to ask his name.

I remember how my breath caught when we locked our gaze. He was sitting in the witness box. His pale grey eyes burned with a deep, fiery hatred that terrified me even though he was about the same age as me.

He could kill me if he had the chance right there in front of everyone. He was a tough guy, but all that toughness faded and he broke down into tears the moment the court ruled in my favor and his case was dismissed. I felt for him, I did, but I wasn't going to plead guilty and live the rest of my life in prison.

I knew my Dad pulled a few strings to get me off the hook, he did anything he wanted, and he knew people that mattered.

“Hey, AD.” A tap on my shoulder garnered my attention and I tip my head back to see Jacob. I pulled an earbud from my ear, “Come on man, we gotta get to class.” He reminded me.

I watched as he grabbed a few of his materials in my bedroom for class. I pushed up from the couch, clicking stop on my iPhone, and slipped that and my earphones in the pocket of my jeans grabbed my backpack from the floor, and dragged it onto my shoulder before following Jacob downstairs.

Unlike Jacob, who is the smart one, I struggled to make good grades, and my academic performance in the last two semesters was very bad. My Dad insisted on me becoming a lawyer, but I had different aspirations; I wanted to be a footballer.

He never seems to understand me, and no one does, except Mum. However, ever since she disappeared, I’ve been struggling to get by, and I’ve become a disappointment even to myself. Dad took every opportunity to remind me of my perceived failure. The fact that I was in jail for murder made matters even worse.

Elsie, the housemaid that has been working for us for three months now walked in with a tray of breakfast, with her chin up, her grey eyes defiant, and I felt my cock twitch. She was not going to take the humiliation of the previous day lying down—or at least not without a fight, and I liked that.

I like taunting lowlife girls like her, especially when they try to feel or sound smart. She was simply thrash, but pretty, I can’t deny that.

We succeeded in scaring most of the maids away because we didn’t need one, no one needs a live-in maid in this age and time when they can easily walk in, do their job, and get the hell out. Most of them like to think we are evil, and they aren’t wrong. I was everything except good.

We like to throw a house party whenever Dad’s not around and most times these maids would snitch.

Despite everything we’ve done to get Elsie to leave the house, she was hell-bent on working and my patience was starting to wear off.

She served breakfast, with glasses of orange juice on the side. She rolled her eyes, and as she turned to leave, I noticed her body. Her curves. Sweet Jesus! God in heaven, those curves. The loose dress she was wearing that flew past her knee couldn’t mask her edges.

It wasn’t the first time I looked at her, but it was the first I paid close attention to those details.

Her full, round breasts that I want to weigh in my hands. Hips I want to slide my hands over and grip as I sink deep inside her. And that ass… fucking hell!

Something about Elsie had piqued my interest from the second she stood up to me and Jacob. No servants of ours has ever dared to look us in the eye, but Elsie just doesn’t look us in the eye, she does it with so much boldness. She was fearless, and I like that in a woman.

Elsie wasn’t anything like the girls I was used to, girls with sticky gloss on their lips and high-pitched voices who were all too easy. She was different. The fact I couldn’t figure her out made me want to know her more. I couldn’t resist the pull.

I called out to her as she was almost at the kitchen door, “Little girl?”

She turned around, almost hesitant. Her eyes darken. A muscle twitched under her right eye. There was something familiar about the way she looked at me, but I couldn't place my finger on it. Her resentment was unhidden.

“Yes?” She said, almost like a harsh question.

I crinkled my nose at the glass of juice, “Why did you give me fruit juice? I hate this. Get me water.”

Jacob looked at me with a surprised expression. I know what must be going on in his mind, like, when did I start hating fruit juice? It was my favorite drink to take.

She was glaring at me, her beautiful face filled with hatred. I smirked, enjoying how angry I was making her. I only need to push her a little harder. She will get fed up soon, and she will get out of our lives.

“Have you heard from Lena?” Jacob asked the moment Elsie disappeared through the kitchen door.

Jacob was eating eggs scrambled in a lot of butter and Parmesan cheese, four slices of bacon, and an English muffin, also buttered.

Mine was just plain bread and scrambled eggs. I don’t like big breakfasts. Elsie was the only housemaid who got everything right. She knew what everyone liked. She gives attention to every little detail which makes it hard to fault her.

Dad won’t fire anyone unless we give him a good enough reason to do that. In the past we simply framed them and they were dismissed, but Dad figured us out. So the only way was to force them to quit on their own.

“Ugh. No. And I don’t want to either.” I added. “She’ll come back whenever she is ready. She always does.”

Things were never perfect between Lena and myself and arguments have always been our go-to. I don’t beg girls, I don’t beg anyone. I can have any girl I want without making an effort. They threw themselves at me. And Sometimes they want the two of us – myself and Jacob.

God, it’s fucking good to be me.

Lena thrashed my room. She crossed every line when she broke my Mr. Football award. If there is anyone who should be on their knees begging, it’s her.

Elsie returned with a glass of filtered water. I held it up to the light, narrowing my eyes. “This glass is dirty. Get me another one.”

“It’s not dirty,” She protested. “It just came out of the dishwasher.”

“It’s smudged. Give me another one.” I ordered.

I tried hard to hide the amusement in myself when she clenched her fist. She was struggling with keeping her temper under control.

She took a deep breath, licking her lips as she reached for the glass, and despite myself and the situation, I couldn’t help but feel my dick jerk uncontrollably in my jeans at the sight of her soft pink tongue running over her lower lip.

I imagined having those wet, hot mouths wrapped around my cock right about now. Damn!

My phone buzzed in my pocket. I whipped it out and discovered a message from Professor Reed on the screen.

I gritted my teeth. If anything can bring your fantasies of bending your maid over the kitchen counter and shoving your cock inside her to a halt, it’s a message from your professor reminding you of your supplementary exam.