Her Secrets

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|Athena's POV|

I pretended as if I didn't know anything just like Sean and I agreed to. Clarissa was not suspecting anything and that was good.

We were sitting and having breakfast together. She was all dressed up for work while I was wearing a baggy grey shirt and a pair of shorts, not having the intention of going anywhere. I was just gonna stay home and rewatch all the avenger movies in the correct order.

"So, how was your date last night?" I asked, stuffing a piece of scrambled egg into my mouth. She looked up at me from her phone, "it went amazing. Sean and I even kissed!"

"Oh?" I nearly choked, "you guys did what now?"

"We kissed!" She repeated, excitement clear in her voice, "it was so nice, oh my god! His lips are so sof-"

"Okay, I get it." I cut her off, going back to my food with my brows furrowed in confusion. Did they really kiss or was she fucking with me? Why would Sean kiss that?

'Last night you wanted to make that happy at the party so shut your trap, Athena.' my subconscious reminded making me sigh internally. That was before I found out that she was a backstabbing bitch.

"I think he likes me." Clarissa's voice was so low that I could barely hear but I did and I refrained myself from laughing. Darling, he wants you dead. Before I could say anything, she continued, "I think he wants us to be a thing. Imagine, us both being the CEOs of companies. We can merge our business and together, become the most successful CEOs in the entire world!"

"Darling, your company is literally nothing compared to his." I blurted out and instantly had to cover my mouth with my hand. Clarissa stared at me, her eyes slightly widened and her lips parted, "w-what?"

"What I meant is..." I cleared my throat, "... I'm sure you two will do great."

She smiled and I knew it was fake. She was good at faking it- probably because she has been doing it for so long. I think I need to take a chill pill-

"Thank you." She said, breaking me from my thoughts, "I really appreciate your support, sis." Standing up, she grabbed her coat which was rested on the back of her chair and slid it on, "I gotta go now. Have a great day! Love you!"

"Love me too." I said jokingly although I wasn't joking. I was not going to say 'I love you' to that cocksucking bitch because I hated her. Thinking I was kidding, she shook her head and let out a laugh as she walked to the door before walking out.

Great.

Now let's get back to more pressing matters; Sean and her kissed? What—I was unable to believe that shit. Did they really? Or was she lying? Did he like kissing her? He called her 'stupid' and even told me to kill her last night so then why did he kiss her? What the hell was going on? More importantly, why did I even care?

Shaking my head, I ate the last piece of my breakfast and drank my juice before standing up. I had one last guy to kill to have my revenge and he happened to be a mere bartender who worked in the same club 'The Howl of the Girl' where my first victim went.

I found out that the club belonged to the one and only Sean Blackwood and that he named it like that to spite Alessio of the one time a girl howled when he was fucking her.

I went to my room and quickly slid on a sexy revealing silver dress and high heels on as well as a few rings. After that, I applied some make-up, not much though because it made me feel suffocated. The dress was tight, off shoulder, glittery and reached just above my knees. My long black hair was straightened and falling on my back.

After ensuring that I looked hot enough, I left my house for the club.

Harry Turner was a now fifty three year old man who had no life. I've done my fair share of research about that asshole and found out that he was unemployed yet he had money. Apparently, he was into drug dealing. Harry would spend all his money in the expensive club, buying drinks, paying women to fuck him or throwing them at the strippers.

As I entered the familiar club, I wasn't expecting to find him there. Sean was sitting in the VIP booth which was on the second floor of the club with a cigarette in between his lips as he lowly inhaled and exhaled. His grey eyes were fixed on the woman in front of him. To anyone else, it would look as if he was simply staring her. But he wasn't. Sean was analysing her, eyes cautiously watching her, warning her to do I don't know what.

My eyes caught sight of the boy sitting beside Sean with a phone in between his hands as his fingers quickly tapped on the screen. Nick. What the hell was he doing there?