The Good Bad Girl

Chapter 19 Aftershock

I lock the door of the bathroom and support my back on the surface.

What in the god's name did I just do? 

My eye refuse to blink as I saw myself in front of the mirror. Flushed and so red from the orgasm I gave myself in front of him. I trace my fingers over my body, my nipples, and my crotch. 

Oh, my god.

I fingered myself in front of him.

The guy who faked our entire relationship, our marriage. 

My whole world seems to have turned upside down in just a matter of seconds. I have never done something so bold in front of anyone despite the fact I kill people. Gosh, I need to calm down.

I try to take a step toward the shower and prayed to god the water is hot. I really want to wash myself and relieve his face from my mind. The sound of the door closing and the water hitting came at the same time. 

I didn't ask if he was out there because my body knew before my mind. He left drowning the room in sheer coldness. That night, I couldn't sleep. Not when I can keep picturing his face at the spot where stood frozen and watched me finger fucked myself. 

Thankfully, after all the dozen missed calls I left to Klaus before all of this happened he called me back around five in the morning and told me Guy would come to pick me up. He our trusted person and usually he transports me after a hideout. 

I waited till the clock strikes five and then thanks to a very punctual Guy, I head out of that stupid motel. He drove me directly to my place in Virginia. It's non-registered and under protection by my people. 

I stayed put for a couple of days trying to let go of all the vulgar images and temptations that involved my husband and a bed. Instead, I searched for information that he omitted. 

"What do you mean it was fake?"

"Nobody's trying to play a game here Mi Zorro. The fact I used our marriage was only because of Benedict,"

What did he mean by that? 

I know Benedict is the one who made the offer for a contractual arrange marriage to save his company. He is also the one who pushed the board members for adding their indecent controlling terms and conditions in return for money. But, there is no reason to pretend a fake divorce for him.

Is there? Or am I missing something?

I attach a blank card below Benedict's picture on the investigation board and drew a question mark. I attach another blank card below Asher's picture and wrote fake divorce.

I step back and lean my ass on the study table as I take a moment to look at my board. 

I made a neat presentation with Polaroid pictures containing face pictures of every board member on the marriage committee, pins, and threads stretching from one point to another creating a spider map with places, locations, and satellite codes that marked their last seen. 

I have my left side covered with people who I have killed starting from Kevin Bourad the industrialist who got ten thousand acres of land just by signing his name on the marriage contract approving the terms of my life. I killed that bastard on his land, right in the middle of the field. 

Second was Matthew Wallock, the executive who took Benedict's bribe and bought a condo in West Village, New York. I killed him in his favorite room, the swimming pool, and left him drowning. 

Third was our precious Marshal Smith with Leona Keller as my fourth.

On my right, are the remaining four people excluding Benedict. Jean Kurlen 42, Omar Anthony 46, Garfield Funker 52, and my favorite Luther King 49. All of them took something from Benedict and wrote my fate. 

If I am right, Kurlen and Anthony were together when clause thirteen of my contract was issued. 

Mutual Agreement symbolizes the following contractual clauses for the arranged marriage of Asher Hill son of Colonel William and Katrina Hill and Olivia Myers daughter of Late. David Myers and Late. Sofia Myers.

Clause 13: Mrs. Hill wife to Mr. Asher Hill is prohibited from leaving the given premise that is the penthouse for any reason except for the death of a mutual party. Under no circumstances should Mrs Hill vacate the property until the period of marriage. If said event happened, the marriage would be terminated immediately with a penalty of two hundred million dollars charged to Mrs. Hill.

Their stupid clause had me locked up in the penthouse for five full years without any contact with the world. I couldn't even get in touch with Klaus or Mara. The hundredth-floor penthouse in all its luxury width was a golden cage that suffocated my freedom. 

Benedict knows I have acrophobia, yet he didn't mention it to the board and gave me the tallest building in the city. Just when you know evil can't get eviler it gets worse. 

I stared at my board for a few more minutes as I piece some puzzle here and there but I couldn't find a reason why Asher needed to fake our divorce. Then it hit me.

We're fake divorced which means I am still married? 

Okay cool, that means we were never separated. 

And I still wear his name like an identity that he knew yet never told me in the last six months. 

Oh, 

My,

God.

I am still married. 

The realization came like a wave of flood making me lose my balance. I fall down to the floor, the bundle of unstapled paperwork spread everywhere in the room with pictures and polaroids that are yet to be stuck on the investigation board. 

My ass lands on the cold floor along with my palms on my side like a slap. "Crap," I curse before laughing. I looked at Asher's picture on the board and laughed my eyes out. 

"Oh, god. I can't believe I am still married to that asshole,"

Words cut like a blade and that's what it did when I said it out loud. I am married. Goddamn.