𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎

Chapter 25

Nikki's POV

I don't remember anything. What happened last night? I just, oh God... Moira is sleeping next to me. Well, she's with her clothes on. I guess I was at least respectful enough. She may be still a virgin. BUT WHAT IS SHE DOING HERE? What do I remember? Well, we were at the restaurant. Then we got drunk. She started talking about her love she had for me. Then we got out of there and... Walked down the street... Then we got in my house. She started kissing me. Aaawww, she was so cute when she pulled me to the bedroom. Then I pressed her against the wall. We kissed. Oh God her kiss. I remember it. Then she said she wanted to go to sleep. And that's how we ended up sleeping in the same bed. Oh God, I'm facing her. Her sleeping face can make everyone smile. She's the sweetest creature I've ever seen. Oh, she woke up. She seems calm... I guess... Oh no. She gave me a stern look.

"Nikki?... Where am I?... Why you're here?"
"You're in my mansion. At least try not to harass me in my own house."
"What happened last night?" Oh God, she's hyperventilating.
"Hey, hey, Moira. Calm down. Breathe."
"I CAN'T BE CALM." Are you fucking kidding me?
"What's your problem? You were the one who suggested the idea of getting drunk. And for your luck you were tired enough to fall asleep immediately after I laid your drunk ass down my bed."
"I don't believe you."
"Your clothes are still on." She just got up from the bed and started walking around like some fucking weirdo. She's messed up.
"What are you doing?"
"Trying to remember what happened." The so infamous trust issues she has.
"So you don't believe me?"
"Why should I believe you?" Okay, that shit hurts. Why I had to go there? When am I gonna stop making mistakes?

Moira's POV

"Why should I believe you?" My trust issues are screaming right now. I can't believe it. Why I had to go to the restaurant? When am I gonna stop making mistakes?
"OH COME ON, I SHOULD HAVE ALREADY RAPED YOU BUT I WAS STUPID." Okay, this dude's been too fucked up lately. I'm fucked up as well, but... not like that. Am I scared?
"DON'T SHOUT AT ME."
"OR WHAT? YOU'RE GONNA ARREST ME? DON'T FORGET THAT YOUR FUCKING SISTER IS GETTING MARRIED NEXT WEEK."
"YOU KNOW WHAT? FORGET WHAT I SAID, YOU WON'T COME TO THE WEDDING."
"OH NO, YOU KNOW WHAT? I'M COMING AND I'M GONNA MAKE FUN OF YOU."
"DON'T YOU DARE."
"OR WHAT? WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO ABOUT IT? YOU'RE GONNA CALL YOUR MOMMY AND CRY ON YOUR DADDY'S SHOULDER BECAUSE YOU'RE PATHETIC CRYBABY?" My parents died, you prick. Oh God, where are the tissues when I need them?
"Don't you dare mention MY DEAD PARENTS. IT WASN'T THEIR FAULT THAT THEY WERE NICE ENOUGH TO LET YOU SIT ON OUR TABLE."
"They... They're dead?"
"OH COME ON Mr. KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT ANYONE. That's none of your FUCKING business." Okay, tissues are still needed but not that much now.
"I thought they were abroad. I'm sorry. When did they die?"
"I was still in the academy. I almost gave up my dreams, but Stacey was against that. Thanks to her I'm detective."

Nikki's POV

"Thanks to her I'm detective." That's what I wanted to hear. It's Stacey's fault that Moira is detective. Ah Stacey, what have you done?
"I didn't know. I'm sorry."
"It's in the past now. Just like my hopes that you're gonna change. You're still the same selfish lying bastard I've met years ago." Okay, call me bastard. I'm the one who's gonna be laughing at you when your sister die.
"Oh, I'm the bastard. Okay."
"What am I even doing here? I should be with my sister." Oh yeah, you should be. One day you're gonna regret the fact that you haven't had more time spent with her. Her days are counted.

Now I'm at home. Alone again. Thinking about last night. She literally melted in my arms. I guess my touch is driving her crazy more than I thought. One day she'll realize she can't stay away from me. I know about her disguise. She just can't hide herself from me. Maybe she got triggered when I told her my name was Nate... Also I know that she was doing her job while I was watching the movie. Moreover, it's all a trap. It was all planned by me. And I knew that John would be in jail for six months. Enough time for him to think about what I have said. The wedding is next week. Six months and one week left for Stacey to enjoy her life. How could she convince Moira to be a detective? I'm even more angry at her now. Well, at least I have my reason to end her life, haven't I?