Lilith loves her job as a detective, but not so much when she is solving the case of an anonymous art stealer.
'Poisonous grey' His nickname because of the snake tattoo that covers his neck, chest and back. Lilith now realizing he looks a little too...
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THE STUDIO, UNDERGROUND CLUB, NY
LILITH ANGELO
Leaving the room, knowing what my life has now come to is what made this night even worse. Now Thinking about it, if Harry hadn't pulled me into that dark room I would have never known what Jacob has been doing behind my back.
My newly ex-boyfriend I mean, There's no way in hell I would ever forgive a cheater, and a pig-like him, I've been in that spot before, and it's not going to happen again.
I would've never expected the things that Harry said about him, honestly, I'm still shaken up and confused.
It's hard to believe that someone that you love and care for is the same person who goes behind your back and does all these things. And even hurts people. I can't even wrap my head around the fact that not only, I was cheated on. But he's not who he said he was.
What was he even doing there buying the painting that I stole, off of Harry.
I mean could he be doing some undercover work for the station, or is he a cheater, liar, and a thief? I honestly wouldn't doubt it at this point. It hurts me the most to know that I ever overreacted about the kiss between me and Apollo when I was drugged. after he's been fucking a lot of other people behind my back.
And on top of everything, having the one person I hate most in this world, Harry. Tell me, is the icing on top of the cake. I guess it was kind of considerate of him to tell me straight away, and not just keep this a secret and not tell me.
It would just make things ten times worse.
I hold my face in my hands, and look over to all the people around me. They are all having fun and drinking, while I'm sitting here feeling sorry about my fucked up life.
I think about the words that I had just said about twenty minutes ago about 'having fun and thinking about this situation tomorrow' but once I had stepped out of that door I instantly felt horrible, seeing Zayn having fun and dancing with Apollo. And seeing other people smiling and having the time of their lives just put me in an immediate bad mood, even Charlie is out there having fun.
Harry walked behind me and he made no hesitation going back to her. Not a glance, or even a worry if I was going to be okay.
But that's what you get when you think that a criminal suddenly has a soft spot. He just constantly becomes the reminder that not everyone has good in them.
