The Good Bad Girl

Chapter 22 Poisoned Lie

"Olivia," I grit my teeth as I watch her leave on her bike. The accelerator sound scratches my heartbeat like nails on a chalkboard. I can't believe I've been played again. This woman is too cunning for my own good. Yet again she left me unattended and freaking mindless with her touch lingering on every part of my body.

I love it. I hate it. I want it. God damn it. 

I can't wait to punish her. So raw, so unruly she will regret these little tricks she plays on me. I will mark her body with mine, tame her curves with my tongue, swallow her whole until all she can remember is me, my name, and my fucking dick which has bulged again inside my pants like a shameless beast.

 A laugh forms in my throat as I look up to the sky, "Ella va a ser mi Muerte," 

I take a deep breath and watch her disappear through the road. Run my little fox. Run as far as you can because once I catch you, once I get my hands on you, the tables will be turned and everything will burn with my tongue on your body and that sweet cunt that is crying for me. I will eat you raw, Oliva.

So raw, you cannot from the taste of mine.

I watch her slowly disappear to the road. My chest heaving like a beast, my need unfulfilled. I take deep breaths at the same spot she left me torn before turning my head to the vixen's cottage.

Diana Whittaker;  The sly woman who thinks everyone is below her and no one can outsmart her for as long as she plays by her calculating behavior. Well, I am happy to prove her wrong. What did she think? She can lie to my face and I won't even know?

I walked back to her porch with a different intention this time and knocked hard on the door. 

The flopping sound of her slipper comes as she opens the door. The fake smile she used for Mi Zorro and me falls when she sees me. Again "Mr. Hill, Hi um did you forget something?" She asks,

I ignored her and went inside to her living room, "If I say I didn't will you kick me out?" 

She hurriedly follows me as if she is afraid I'll discover what she was trying to hide. "No, of course not. You're a guest,"

"Right," I murmur looking around her tiny enclosed living room. When I was here with Mi Zorro I saw something. A glimmer around the cabinet piqued my interest. I trace the same cabinet by the couch only to find that glimmer gone. I turn to the woman next to me, "Mind if I take a look around here,"

"What is this about again?" She speaks with her hands folded. With her gray bob hair and upright shoulder, anyone would mistake her for a grumpy prosecutor who enjoys putting accusations but she is nothing but a big gold digger who works only for money and in this case, Benedict who paid her to lie to us and hide something that I wanted my hands on for so long.

Thankfully, Mi Zorro didn't notice. I want this to go as smoothly as it can go without harming Diana but it's hard seeing how confident she looks in her veil of lies. "Well, it's about you taking me as a joke," I take a step toward her, "I don't know if you're aware of my reputation Miss. Whittaker but I don't like when people pretend to know answers they know too much about it. I asked you two questions, the answer to which should've been as easy as a kindergarten math subject." 

Her jaw clenches, "I told you everything I knew. It's not my fault that you think it's a lie,"

"I never said it was a lie," 

Her mask falls but being in this business for so long has made her an actress, capable of faking an emotion so smartly the forward person can be fooled to dust if not know how dangerous she is. But I had my cases of people who pretended to stand upright in front of me. All of those resulted in six feet in the ground. "You wanna tell me where it is," I ask her,