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Chapter Twenty-Six: Kissing Raccoons
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Vincent doesn't cry often; he doesn't even discuss his feelings, so I can’t deny that seeing him like this tugs at my heart. I should be immune to his nonsense, but I guess I’m not."I can forgive you for cheating; truth is, it doesn't hurt anymore. Hell, I think you and Natasha deserve each other. But I can't forgive you for what you put me through at the hospital. I had to crawl in a sea of unknown bacteria strains just to get away from you.""It’s not my fault! It was her idea. It was all Natasha’s idea. She said you’d understand!"A groan leaves my lips at his attempt at an explanation."Oh my God! Don’t you get it? That's even worse! You were the one I trusted my life with; you were the one I loved; you were ‘it’. You, not her! And yet you pass on blame to something I heard you agree to? Are-”"I'm sorry."He interrupts.“I'm so sorry, Livy.”"Yeah, sure you are.”“You- you don’ believe m-me?”“If you were sorry, you’d stop stalking me. You’d understand that I would love nothing
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"Make a left. I think I know where they are heading."Matteo said to his second-hand man as he watched the red blinker on Elizabeth’s phone make a sharp turn.He wondered for a few seconds how he could get the app on his phone; it was certainly more reliable than a tracker on her phone.Benji followed Matteo’s instructions and sped through the empty roads, making sure to steer clear of traffic cameras; as he did this, Matteo rolled his muffler onto his gun and rolled down the window."Aaaand, stop."Benji did as he was asked and stopped at an awkward angle, leaving the car positioned parallelly at a U-Turn-specific region. As predicted, a black and speeding van made a sharp turn to join the road they were on.Matteo steadied his hand and aimed for the left front tyre, causing the vehicle to skid out of control as the driver pressed on the brakes before the door flew open, and two men leapt out as the car crashed into a glass window."Gah...so much paperwork."He muttered as he opened
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The trip to the station was silent; after offering my statement, the police offered to call me back if more arose from their investigation. That aside, Matteo leaves out that he took one of the kidnappers.Everything seemed relatively tied up by nine a.m. even though Matteo hadn’t said a word to me.“This isn’t the way home.”I mention in the car’s silence.“No, I have some business to clear up; wait for me in the car; it will only take a few minutes.”He says with ease as he merges onto the highway. After driving for a good while, he exits on a road with many underdeveloped shops and structures. Finally, after about thirty minutes of travelling on the same road, we arrive at a field that looks like a greenhouse.Hugo stands outside the building. He is normally expressionless, but right now, he looks worried.“Stay in the car.”Matteo repeats as the car halts in the isolated field.He undoes his belt and slips out of the car. His hands reach his back, where he pulls out a gun.“Is he
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Matteo D’AmicoThe former prime minister, as if noting his blatant stare, turned to face them."Ah, you must be Matteo D'Amico. I have heard so much about you; I was even considering inviting you for a round of golf now that I am in the country."Matteo stared at the older man for a few seconds before frowning."Is there a reason you speak to me from across the hall?""You are free to approach me."The former prime minister Montgomery Gordon answered Matteo, making him laugh for a few seconds."Is this a Power play?"He asked, and the other man laughed."No, of course not. You see, I am not allowed on that end of the hall, isn't that right, darling?"Darling?Matteo froze at the word before he felt Olivia’s body turn rigid.“Oli-”Matteo turned to call her, but blood had drained from her face, giving her a bluish hue."I-I’ll wait outside."Olivia said in a whisper before tugging her hand from him."Olivia."He called her name, but she didn't turn back or even show the intention to."
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The longer I stare at Matteo's jacket on the bed, the more I want to throw it out the window. But even that is a hard task because the minute I lift it, I'll press it to my nose and imagine myself in his warm embrace. “It should be a crime to be that attractive.” I mutter as I turn my focus to something else, anything else. I can smell food from downstairs. Weird, I told Paul I don’t want to eat tonight. Hopefully, he plans on storing the food; perhaps I can eat them for breakfast. With my hair still damp from the shower, I hop onto the bed. My shorts and white shirt are flimsy enough for the warm summer nights, but it's gradually getting colder as we approach autumn. I love fall. My eyes seal shut briefly as I drift off, thinking of leaves falling. Thump! Thump! Thump! Oh god, not again. My heart rate steadily grows, faster and faster, no matter how much I will myself to calm down, I feel myself spiralling to the edge of madness until suddenly, my lungs refuse to take in ai
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Trillionaire After Divorce Final Author's Note
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Blood. He smells like blood. No, not just smells; he has blood on his clothes.Closing my eyes and opening them, I focus on the bouncing bunny on the screen while Henry bobs his head to the tune.Before long, his little head sways left and right before falling to my stomach as he was resting between my legs, and a soft snore follows.Aww... how precious.His little hands curl against the fabric of my clothes.I should take him to bed; I think Christopher has eaten by now or should be eating, so there should be an interruption.My hands move to scoop him up, but a voice stops me."Is there a reason you are both on the floor when there are perfectly suitable seats next to you?""Henry and I used to sit like this in the old house.”I explain without turning back to him."Are you thinking of the good old times?”His words seem pointed, so I lift Henry in my arms and turn to him with a frown."What is that supposed to mean?”I ask, noticing the curls in his poorly dried hair.Wait, wasn’t
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My gaze lingers on the orange glow of the streetlights while my mind centres on the sounds of the cars whooshing past us.My sex is fine now. Other than mild tickling sensations that will go away after three or four rinses in the shower. I am fine.Well, I guess the dull ache choking my throat is something else entirely."You've been quiet for a while now."Christopher comments as he makes a turn to the estate.Of course, I have been quiet. Yesterday, I went to bed and woke up believing that he liked me, that I could have him wrapped around my finger if I tried, and that gave me the confidence to say no to him at the club, and now, I realise that I had gotten ahead of myself.I almost ruined the marriage.There is no divorce, but if perchance he changes his mind, I'll have nothing. I'll lose the one thing I came into the marriage with—Henry.He doesn't like or love me; he is curious about me. Is that even the best way to describe it?Maybe it's more he thinks he likes me.Fuck... if I
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"No. Never. Not when I am with you. No-"“Not anymore, right? That’s what you want to say next, isn’t it?”I ask as the grip I had on Alessio’s leash lessens.Christopher’s lips seal as if he had no answer to my question.“I…I really can’t believe you even know what love is- ah, that’s why you said you don’t have feelings… ah, I got ahead of myself.”My voice grows smaller as I mumble the new findings."Elizabeth, please...please."“Please, what? That's so vague, considering you need me to call you the way another woman does to get you to orgasm.”I ask as I turn to face him.I think I should leave now; this…this is enough to break any ‘soft’ girl’s heart."Please... believe me. Not with you. I never think of anyone but you."He repeats as if sensing my mood."I'm half out of my mind because of the lube they applied on me, and you can't cum until I call you the nickname the 'love of your life’ called you.""You are the love of my life."Does... he even know what that means?“Then why d
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"God damn it, Elizabeth!"Christopher yells as he rattles the cuffs binding him.“I said, let's talk about this later. I didn’t say ‘no’.”"You shut me down twice. I don't trust you not to lock me up somewhere and shut me down a thirty time when there are no consequences.""I won't-""Yeah...see now, I don't trust easily. That's kind of the problem with us... what did you call me? 'broken? Soft?”"Elizabeth.""Let's move on to the third round."I yell, and as if on cue, the announcer produces a tune to signal the entrance to the third round."He can choose. He can choose what he wants! He can choose, but he needs to have the full picture."Christopher finally gives in."I want it in writing.""Done. I'll get it to you by Monday morning. I'm sorry, Elizabeth. I'm sorry that I shut you down and made you feel that this was the only way to communicate. Please...please stop this.""Why? Aren't you having fun? You even left me at the store to get dragged here.""That bastard Taz-""Yes, th
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"Bu-but I've lost."Participant One defended as if he took Christopher’s words seriously."You touched what is mine."The answer came back coldly.The blindfold covering my eyes feels like a burden. I want to see the expression on Christopher’s face. No, I want to see the expression on everyone’s face.I can still feel the echoes of Participant One’s fingers on my nipples. This is going to be harder than I thought."Hey, this thing has consent written all over it; she consented. So why are you threatening me?"The man asks, his desperate voice bordering on whiney."I didn't consent to you touching my wife.""Yes, you did, Taz-""Ah yes, mentioning another dead man."Christopher says in a light tone; one could almost think he is joking. Almost."Bu-""Next Participant."The announcer announced, perhaps bored with the back and forth."I'm out.""Wait, but..."The familiar voice of Participant One hesitates, perhaps hating that a participant backed down instead of doubling down like him.
