CHAPTER – 34

Olivia pov

Fucking fit it Dam it I curse under my breath, cursing as I slip on my heels. With a sigh, I glance in the mirror—red eyes, pale skin, and messy hair staring back at me. I look like a total Hot mess. This black dress hugs my curves just right, showcasing my big boobs and my ass.

I didn’t sleep a wink last night; every time I tried, all I could see was that bloody scene and his lifeless body. It’s not like I feel sorry for him—he had it coming. Who knows how many girls he brutally killed just because they turned him down? I was almost his next victim until my monster swooped in to save me.

Sorry, my monster, but that’s what he said, right? I touch up my lipstick and adjust my dress. This morning, I woke up to find David had already left, but he left breakfast with a note saying, “Eat up and be ready by 8 PM.” The food was delicious; he really knows how to cook. I spent the day glued to my phone and TV, not shedding a tear for that jerk. Now, here I am, all dressed up and