Pretty Girl

Chapter Twenty Six - November 5th 2014

Chapter Twenty Six

Katrina's Pov - 19 Years Old

My lips lifted up seductively as I took in his awestruck reaction. This sick piece of shit had always wanted me. I never looked close enough.

His house was empty because of certain arrangements that I made and everyone thought he had gone back to college.

Staff wedding, no owners at home basically equalled an empty house.

Oh well.

I never saw him before and I never would in the future but how could I have missed it? It was obvious, he was always around me and that's why his voice seemed so familiar.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" I forced myself to laugh and act interested.

He shook his head with wonder and sat down.

I offered a glass of champagne to him and came closer.

"What's going on Katrina?"

He took a sip of the champagne and looked at me with sea blue eyes that I knew were rotten and evil. He'd just been good at hiding it.

"I never realised that you liked me."

"You were always dying for Alex. Who even told you that I liked you?"

I rolled my eyes at him and played my part.

"It's obvious, now that I'm not blinded by Alex but that doesn't mean I'm in love with you or something."

He's no fool. I couldn't seem too interested all of a sudden.

"What do you want Katrina? You're the hottest girl I've seen but don't tell me you're suddenly into me."

"When did you start liking me?" I questioned him innocently with widened eyes to act as though I was flustered and interested in his answer.

He watched me with half lidded eyes as he tried to focus his gaze on me.

"Ever since I saw you when you were thirteen."

I got up to stand in front of him with a small smile.

"You know I thought about it. You haven't been a nice guy have you?"

He looked at me knowingly as though he could see everything I was upto and tried to interject.

Sucks to be him. He'd already been drugged from the champagne. He needed a taste of his own medicine, right? Why would I ever go easy on him?

I'd do anything to have the upper hand.

"Tsk tsk, no don't speak yet. I don't like nice guys so I have nothing against that. I'm actually impressed." I said with a cunning smile as he lustfully took my figure in.

I played with the hem of my dark skirt as I pushed my hair over my shoulder to show off the black bralette that I had on which enhanced my breasts.

His struggle to remain coherent as he tried to keep his eyes open, really seemed hilarious to me.

This time, I'd be his worst nightmare.

He wouldn't be able to fall unconscious but he'd definitely be telling me a lot.

"I like how wic-wicked you are . . . It's always gotten to me. S-sooo hot." He said with a dark smile as his eyes flash when he looks at me.

"What are the bad things you've done Lucas." My voice purred as I looked down at him.