Seduction: The Taste of Lust

Chapter 15: Investigation

"Why the heck do you know my number?" I started not wanting to deal with this jerk so early in the morning,

"First wish me good morning," he said from the other side,

"What?"

"Wish me good morning"

"What the hell do you want?"

"Not saying a word before you wish me"

I clench my teeth and fist my hands up, this man is really testing my nerves, "Good Morning" I said in my sweetest voice.

"Hmm, can't really say if you're wishing me or cursing me"

"What. do. you. want?" I said losing my patience,

"What do I want?" he chuckled from the other end, "you really wanna know"

I bit my lower lip as I felt the rage burning inside me, "Leonard" I hissed

"Alright alright stop being so testy. Here's the thing"

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I can't believe that I fell for his words. When he mentioned the thing about Nicole all I wanted was to see him.

So here I am standing outside his villa, looking like a complete stalker in my disguise. Idk why I choose to go with blonde hair but it kind of suits me. Maybe after all this drama, I should dye my hair.

I walk over to the entrance and saw Andrew waiting outside by the huge door, his eyes roaming over to mine, an annoyed expression plastered over his face " fancy seeing you here" mockery filled in his voice

"Yeah whatever, like I expected myself to be greeted by you of all the people Leonard has"

He rolls his eyes and gestures me to follow him. "Why did you come back?" he asked while leading me over to the porch steps.

"Just some reason," I said not wanting to disclose my whole life data in front of him. Thankfully, he didn't force me for an answer.

We slowly walk inside the mansion where Andrew asked me to wait in the living room before he informs Leonard.

I take a seat on the couch and feel the silky fabric under my skin. Why do all his mansions have this delicate fabric? first, it was his bedroom sheets, and now this couch.

Whatever it is, at least there is something I like about him. His choice of sheets or should I say his maids. Of course, a busy person like him will never choose sheets for his bedding. There are other people doing this job for him but if he did then I should consider that.

Wait, did I just admitted to like something about him? where did that come from?? you hate that jerk, you hate him Veronica remember that. I reminded myself or more like convince myself.

I close my eyes in frustration not wanting to deal with my stupid conflicting inner feelings. Why can't they just agree on one thing instead of listing all the reasons that my so-called conscious tries to ignore?

The fight between my two selves, one who purely states facts on behalf of my heart and the other with two red horns sees only the bad stuff. The constant what if's of life stays with him, and seriously when they start arguing it's like the most irritating thing.

I couldn't agree with either of them. They are my biggest fears that I've shut down since forever. They can easily turn a small thing into this huge boulder of burden that it'll took almost my entire life to unhook it from me.

See, like now just a normal admiration of this couch sheet has made me think if I like Leonard. I mean when did I come to this conclusion. Like? and him? Leonard? the better option would be barf and then eat it.