LOGINMATTIAS’S POV.I heard the doorbell before I even allowed myself to relax.Not because I was expecting Beau……no. Because I knew his type.When I opened the door, I saw him immediately: lean posture, his careful smile, his eyes moving too fast. That thin restraint in his face told me he’d been fighting himself all the way here.His gaze flicked over me like he was hunting for something he couldn’t find.“Come in,” I said, keeping my voice even.He stepped inside…….too quickly, too eagerly…..and for half a second I caught the way his hope sparked in his expression before he could control it.‘He thought it would be her.’I watched it happen: the way his mouth tried to soften, the way his eyes searched the entrance and then the hallway like Shimma would suddenly appear at the exact moment he wanted.She wasn’t here.And that made him look… irritated.Good. Let him be irritated.I didn’t rush the moment. I didn’t need to. I guided him toward the dining area like we were sharing something
BEAU’S POVI rang the doorbell.My heart was racing so hard it felt like it was trying to break through my ribs and find a way to get to her faster.Four days……..Fuck!That stupid number had been sitting in my head like a countdown bomb……... I kept telling myself I could wait. I kept telling myself patience was part of the performance.But it was unbearable……too unbearable to the extent that I almost showed up the day before.The thought had been right there……. tempting……just drive over, just stand outside, just hear her voice again and let my presence do what words couldn’t.I didn’t because I had no excuse.And excuses were everything. If I was too eager, people would noticed. If I moved too fast, I would definitely gave them reasons to question me.So I waited.I fucking suffered.And now here I was…….standing at Mattias’s door, pretending my calm was real.For a few seconds, I just stared at the door like it might open on command.Then I heard movement on the other side.My hope
SHIMMA’S POV.I ended the call with Beau, and then I decided to bake some of Mattias’s favorite cookies.The kitchen felt warm……….almost comforting. I measured the ingredients slowly and carefully like if I moved with patience, my thoughts would finally drift away from all the mess that had been going on. But the moment my phone rang against the counter, the peace that was slowly settling in shattered.My mother’s name flashed across the screen.Cold shivers ran down my spine as I froze in my tracks.“Why was she calling now?” I wondered.I hadn’t even spoken to her since she left. I… I should have called. I should have checked on her. But I’d been dealing with my own pain too……my own fear……..my own guilt for not checking in properly. It wasn’t that I didn’t care. It was that everything had moved too fast, and I kept telling myself there would be time.And now she was the one calling me.That thought hit me like a hard slap.I stared at the phone, my thumb hovering over the answer bu
MR BEAU’S POV.The only thing that pissed me off today was the fact that Mattias was out of the suspect list. Ughhh!That could’ve been my foothold…….my leverage…….my moment to make him look cornered.But at least… I wasn’t amongst the suspects too, you know.And even if I was, there was no way the police would have allowed me to investigate the case. Wait…….what case?I burst out laughing, the sound low at first, then growing bolder as I leaned back in my chair.Gosh… I never knew the cops could be so dumb.This wasn’t hard at all. Not as hard as I thought it would be.Because really……..killing and getting away with it? It wasn’t as difficult as my fear had made it seem. Tell me how the “murderer” was put into investigating the case.How absurd.How….sillly!But it’s me you know.It’s my smart-ass brain. My manipulative skills. The way I read people like they’re an open books, the way I guide them toward the conclusions I want.If I wasn’t me, I’m sure I would’ve been locked behi
MATTIAS’S POV (continued)I stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel and dabbing gently on my face before moving to dry the rest of my body.Steam clung to my skin, but it didn’t soften anything inside me.I tried……. I really tried……not to think about what happened a few hours ago. I told myself I could control this. I only had to come up with the good plan.The real plan.The one that would expose whoever killed Ryle…..the one that would explain the ‘RIP’ threat on my car…..the one that would make that weird call make sense.But the harder I tried to convince myself… the more the fear slipped in anyway.Because what if I don’t?What if I can’t?………What if I miss one detail and someone ends up in danger again…….someone innocent…….someone I promised myself I would always protect?I stood by the mirror, staring at my reflection like I could force an answer out of it.My jaw tightened.Then the bathroom door opened and Shimma walked in.“How did it go?” she asked, her voice gentle, ca
MR MATTIAS’S POV.I took a deep breath before opening the door to the chief police officer’s office.The moment I stepped inside, my lungs forgot how to work.There he was…….seated across from the chief, relaxed like he belonged there… like he wasn’t a threat to anyone’s life.Mr Beau…….Murderfucker.Wait!…… was it him? The one who fed the cops those silly ideas about me being a suspect in Doctor Ryle’s murder?Son of a bitch.The anger came fast and hot, but I forced it down. Not here. Not in front of the chief. Not with cameras watching.I stepped inside, closing the door behind me…….keeping my face calm as I took my breath again.“Mr Mattias,” the chief said, his voice smooth and a bit loud. “Welcome! Please, you can have your seat.”He gestured to the chair beside Mr Beau.Beau stared up at me, and I swear I saw it…….’that predatory look’ in his eyes. Then it was gone instantly, masked behind an innocent smile.Fuck. This nigga is beyond sick.I looked away, turning to the chief,
“Mr. Mattias, you’re not going to lose me,” I reassured him, my tone gentle.He hissed softly, pulling me in for another hug. “It's just that I haven't felt this way about anyone else; it's new, it's strange, yet I don't want to stop,” Mr. Mattias said, hugging me tighter than he did earlier.“I love
“Shimma, Be my girlfriend,” Mr Mattias said. I gasped softly as my eyes flew open in shock.I was so dumbfounded, my tongue ceased words. Just then, my door opened as Lucas stood by the door. His eyes fell on Mr Mattias who squatted in front of me.“Lucas,” Mr Mattias said. Still squatted in front of
As I pushed the door open, the laughter ceased instantaneously. My heart raced as a rush of disbelief coursed through me. There in Mr Mattias's office. Was a woman leaning casually against his desk, A woman I had never seen before. She had long, flowing black hair and wore a sleek, red dress that hu
I drove to the company, parking my car in the parking lot. I stepped out of my car when a white Mercedes Benz parked beside my car. I reached for my bag inside my car and took it out, shutting the door behind me, when I noticed someone stepping out of the car. I pressed the lock on my key fob, abou







