PERVERT

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I looked at my phone, “The work is done," And the text I was waiting for so long came, I looked up to check on my dad, he was busy with his friends and even I was busy to prepare his gift but now it’s done.

Everyone gathered at the centre for the grand cake cutting ceremony and were eagerly waiting for the clock to tick to 12 “The countdown begins,” I stood next to him with all the cameras on us ready to capture.

And then in the crowd my eyes met his blue, something about the way he was looking at me was unsettling. He had a smirk on his face and was enjoying the vulnerability on face.

Three

Two

One.

Boom! And fuck nothing happened. How come what I planned didn't happen, I looked up at the chandelier, it was supposed to fall but it didn't. It didn't fall, anger, irritation, frustration crawled my skin but I had to keep the calm and for one last time I looked in his eyes, it was him. He should have not interfered in my business. Songs were sung, everyone was chanting happy birthday and he happily cut the cake and turned to stuff it in my mouth and I had to act along.

 It was like a slap on my face. Nothing was supposed to happen nor this cake cutting neither him standing on his feets in front of me.

Victor Amuso, you should have not messed up with my business. I was waiting for this to end so, that I can excuse myself because it was becoming difficult as hell to calm my senses.

"I'll be back," And I turned on my heels to leave for my room. I wanted to kill that asshole but I knew I can't do that in front of anyone and how come he had an idea what I was up to. Everything was eating me up. I went straight inside my room and to the washroom to wash my face to wash the anger out of me. I got rid of the bra as it was an add on to my irritation.

"Victor fucking Amuso, how dare you?" I cursed him looking at my frustrated reflection in the mirror. And when I came back to the bedroom, I knew I wasn't the only one there, He was there in his black clothes waiting for me.

I stilled because he was the last thing I was expecting in my personal space. I took a deep breathe and only our breaths were audible in the silence. He stayed there as if asking me to explain but I chose to pretend.

"Mr. Amuso may I know what brings you here in my room." I had to act like he did nothing and I wasn't up to something. The only source of light in my room was the moon shining bright outside, I wasn't bothered to switch on the lights so it was dark.

He stepped towards me, with his every step my heart accelerating at the thought of what he was going to do. He must be the devil for the whole world but I'm not scared of him.

He was standing right in front of me challenging me. "I thought you wanted to have a word with me, " He was baiting me. He wanted me to admit.

A complete asshole.

"You must be mistaken in that case. " I replied bluntly but he wasn't ready to leave. "Childish!" And his one word was enough to bring me to the edge. I lost my mind, in a second the knife taped to my thigh was in my hand and I directed it against his neck.

"Don't interfere in my business," I gritted with my eyes full of rage.

Silence.

He didn't move but his eyes were scrutinizing me, from top to bottom and then stopped right on my lips and my throat went dry. Something about him was dangerously attractive.

"What if I still do?" He was pushing me. He wasn't scared as if forgetting that I can kill him in seconds and he will be dead in front of me and will never be able to make out of this room.

He walked towards me entering my personal space and I took a step back and he kept on walking until my back hit the mirror stand and there was no where to go.

"Don't come closer," I warned him, my grip tightening around the knife but his eyes didn't leave mine.

And in a blink he swirled me with my back hitting his back and he holding my hand in his with the knife against my neck and our reflection was visible in the mirror.

The tables were turned in a blink of my eyes.

He looked like a beast ready to kill, our eyes locked in the mirror and then he inched closer and whispered in my ears," It will take seconds for me to kill you here in your room with your own knife and no one will ever know it was a suicide or a murder," and my breath was caught in my throat. His each and every word promising me a slow and painful death but I can't die before killing that monster. I have to live.

Breathe Olivia, you need to be calm.

He continued, "You should know who are are dealing with little thing, this reckless attitude of yours will lead you to your doom," His words more or less felt like an explanation for why he interfered in my plan.

Was I really being reckless?

Our bodies were closed but still not touching each other, I was at the mercy of the devil with a face of an angel. I inhaled to think of something to bait him, something to lure him with. He was enjoying the vulnerability and helplessness on my face.

"What can I offer you," And he stilled and I saw that he had a smirk on his face as if he was waiting for me to speak. Our eyes locked once more before he continued. And without wasting a minute he answered, "Be my girlfriend,"

"Over my dead body," I uttered with pure fury and he inched the knife closer to my neck, "Any last wishes?" He said giving me a murderous look, And I knew I had no options he was here to put a trap and I Olivia Vitalio has already fallen into it.

"For?" I asked gritting my teeth with my fists clenching and unclenching. "As long I want," he said coolly, And I felt that cool metal moving away from me and

I took the breath I didn't even realise I was holding for so long. I have signed myself to the devil and I felt him taking a step back and his silhouette disappearing in the dark.

"You should wear back your bra Miss Vitalio, " And I looked at my breast, my dress was a see through no wonder he had a good show.

"Pervert."