Fatal Love

Chapter # 3

Stressed out, I tried not to let anything affect my mind and blind to the unwanted stress. I have other things to worry as well, not damn suites whose presence is enough to wallow me in gloom. Rolling my eyes from them, I walked out.

I get it she is my bodyguard but that doesn’t mean she will dictate my life or become extremely overprotective. I don’t give a damn about her performance at work. I. Don’t. Care.

With a scowl, I walked out and saw Perry talking with Mom. I walked close and sat beside them, motioning the guard to stand at the entrance of the house and don’t follow me around but a certain female didn’t get it. “I am at home, don’t follow me here.” I told the woman with the most undesirable and dead eyes who showed no emotion when I said it.

“We are ordered to not leave you.” She reasoned. “Then tell someone else but not you.” I growled. “Yes, Sir.” God, she is like a computer, made to follow command, does she even have a life of her own, or not?

Scoffing, I was about to go but Dad came putting his hand over my shoulder, trying to assure me but it pissed me more. I yanked his hand away and left followed by the sound of his laugh.

“Ah, It’s for your protection, son. You will understand when they will protect you.” He tried to make me understand but disregarding his words, I went and sat with Mom, putting my head over her shoulder.

“What happened, Love?” She asked sweetly, putting her hand on my cheek. “Dad assigned me some bodyguards.” I told her. “So?”

“But, I don’t want it.” I argued. “But, sweetie, you need it.” She tried to make me understand. But I am not in the mood to listen to anything spoken in their defense.

“When I feel like I do, I will do something about it myself.” I muttered under my breath. “Beside,” I moved closer to Mom and whispered in her ears, “I hate this girl’s eyes. They are so… cold.” She turned to me, taking a look at Irene and then turned to me.

“That's part of her job, what do you expect? Come on, Damien, you are exaggerating.” She told me. My mouth gaped, “Come on Mom.”

“Ah, sweetie, you will get used to it.” She assured me, getting up. I thought I would persuade her to convince Dad but it seems like my efforts are meaningless.

“Ah, anyway. Are you hungry? Shall I cook dinner today?” She offered with her usual kind smile.

Staring at Mom for a few seconds, A sigh escaped my lips knowing it’s no avail to think about it anymore. I have been stuck with them and got up. “Fine.” I said. She smiled, “Okay then.”

“I will help you, Aunt.” Perry said, getting up. “No, you are not going anyway.” I said, making her pout, “Why?”

“Because I don’t want you to burn our kitchen.” I mocked with a smirk, taking a seat. She gasped, “Aunt! See what Dami is calling me!” She complained.

“Damien, don’t tease her! Come, honey!” Mother’s voice came scoldingly. I laughed a little leaning back on my seat and couldn’t help but to notice the glint of malice glistening in Irene’s eyes for a split moment. The vast ocean of fire whose ferocity is ignorant to my senses, the fire fiery enough and too vague for me to comprehend. Before I could explore her look or speak up her lifeless facade broke the rhythm of literally one second.

Tensed, I looked away bitterly, muttering things under my breath, cursing her eyes which are no less than a nightmare which haunts you.

After dinner Mom offered to stay with her but I refused and went home. My apartment was on the fortieth floor. When I entered, I took off my coat and threw it on the couch.

So a total of five people are going to live here. In a two bedroom apartment. The dinner was ready, and the maid left after making it.

“Now what?” I asked, turning to them. “I don’t have enough space for all of you.” I said, sitting on the armrest of my couch, loosening my tie and rolling my sleeves roughly.

“No need, Sir. We will manage.” She said, “Manage like what? Sleeping on the floor?” I joked emptily. “Yes.” She replied with no hint of amusement lingering on her face. My smile faded as I looked at her.

“Do you think all of you can live in one room?” I asked. “Yes.” She replied again. Sighing, I got up. “Fine.”

“Amy, my maid, must have made dinner. You guys can have it.” I said, getting up. “Okay, Sir.”

This is getting irritating. Getting up, I went to my room. The monotonous inderlude I have been living was broken by the murder of one person but my heart feels this killer has a reason for doing this. He can’t kill anyone so gruesomely without any reason and moreover such figures of the society without leaving a trace… it’s so tentative for anyone to grasp. There must be a reason.

I changed my clothes and tucked into bed, eradicating my mind from any unwanted thought, closing my eyes, desiring to receive a lull from my unwanted loop of miserable thoughts of doubts.

Since I slept late at night I overslept and woke up on the brink of being late. Getting up quickly I got out, took a quick shower and got ready. I walked out setting my watch.

“Good Morning, Sir. Breakfast.” Amy said. “Can you pack it? I’ll have it there.” I said taking the key to my car. She nodded and gave it to me, “Umm.. Sir,” She said, handing me it. “What?” I asked.

“There are some people-” I cut her off, “They are my bodyguards, don’t mind them.” I assured her and left in a hurry.

I walked out, Irene was standing near my car while others were already in their car. “Good Morning, Sir.” She greeted me. I hummed, not having time to make her go and let someone else come and sat inside as we left.

Finally with an exhalation of relief I reached my workplace and entered with a bored and pissed look lingering over my face which alarmed everyone to not dare to do anything which could spoil my mood more.

I was about to enter my cabin but stopped. “You won’t come inside.” I told Irene. “Then let someone else.” She replied.

“Come, Lucas.” I said, sending a glare in her direction and entered. I wonder why such emotions aroused for her automatically in my heart. I couldn’t help but to feel vexed by her presence and especially those menacing eyes which God knows hold unfathomable darkness.

After work, I decided to pay Esmei a visit. On my way, I called him, “Hey, man, Where are you?” I asked. “At home. Why?”

“I am coming to meet you.” I told him. “Oh, okay.” I cut the call and went to his home and found him near his pool, laying there half naked flexing his eight pack while indulging in his champagne with two girls on his either side, being a typical playboy.

“Hey Dude!” He waved at me. I walked closer, putting my hands in my pocket. “Hey…”

“Suites?” He asked with a mocking laugh. “Yeah..” I rolled my eyes. “I guess the prince needs utmost protection.” He jeered. Not replying, I took a step. “Besides, you got hot stuff by your side.” He said, looking at Irene with a smirk while she stood unaffected. “More like a stone.” I scoffed. “Leave her.”

“I don’t think I can do it.” His smirk grew wider, sending a r****h gaze in hre direction. “Stop flirting with her, Esmei.” I scolded him, leaning back. “Okay.. okay..” He laughed and finally turned his attention to me, “What happened? You seemed stressed.” He said, perusing my form with his emerald gaze. “Yeah… Dad threw this bomb at me.” I said bitterly. “Come on dude, it looks cool. You are a prince anyways.” He said. “Prince. Right.” I said in a sarcastic tone.

“By the way, how was your shoot?” I asked, talking about the action movie starring him. “Oh, it was great. The trailer will be released soon.” He replied.

“Hmm…” I hummed. “Esmei… Do you... by any chance… was sponsored by Alan?” I asked. He laughed upon hearing it. “Dude, do you think I would be the next victim of this Killer M?” He asked jokingly.

“I don’t know. Everyone was interconnected.” I mused. “All of us were friends… if you remember..” I told him. “Were.” He enunciated.