Waves Of Love(GL)

chapter 9

                              "Evil Desire"

He sat in his swivel chair, unconsciously twirling a finger. Despite his charming looks and gentle demeanor, dark thoughts churned in his mind. You’d never guess from his soft appearance that he harbored such evil, obsessive desires.

"Maybe you're living happily and peacefully wherever you are. Every time I picture the serenity and joy of your life, I can’t help but feel restless—unable to sit still. With each passing day, my desire to seize your life with my eager hands grows stronger..."

He seethed with anger as he clenched his fists, lost in his sinister musings.

His brooding was abruptly interrupted when a man entered, looking pale and nervous.

"What?!" he exclaimed, then took a deep breath. "What kind of private investigator are you? Why, until now, have you brought me no results for what I asked you to do?" His tone was both angry and disappointed.

"I'm sorry, Sir. It’s just incredibly difficult to find that person. I’ve asked countless people, but nothing has come up. But don’t worry, Sir—I won’t stop searching until I find and deliver that person to you," the investigator replied nervously. At that moment, the impatient, angry man grabbed his collar.

"Do as I command before I run out of patience with you. You know how easily I lose my temper—so don’t be slow, and don’t be stupid," he snarled in an evil tone, gritting his teeth as he shoved the investigator.

"I'm really sorry, Sir! And don’t worry—I will do everything I can to find that person and bring him to you," the investigator stammered, eyes fixed on the floor.

"Just make sure of it, because if you fail, you already know what will happen to you," he threatened.

"Get out of my sight now, you idiot," he barked, and the man fled in fear.

Once alone, he muttered darkly, "I won't stop until I find you, no matter where you are. And when I finally hold you in my grasp, I will spin you in my palms and slowly torture you until you run out of breath." His fists tightened, betraying the depths of his twisted desire.

Just then, a woman entered.

"You're not in the mood again, babe. It looks like your men still haven't brought any good news about the person you're looking for," she remarked, her tone teasing as she approached.

"I'm running out of patience with that slow, idiotic investigator. I need a few more men to track down that rat," he growled, taking a sip of brandy.

"Keep calm," she said flirtatiously, running her hand along his chest. "I’m sure it won’t be long before you find that person. For now, just keep your head cool—I know an effective method that you'll definitely like."

"I can’t calm down," he admitted bitterly. "I can’t wait to hold her—and her father—in my eager hands. He thinks I don’t know one of his weaknesses, but that useless old man is utterly clueless." An evil smile crept across his face as he took another shot of brandy.

"But isn’t their father-daughter relationship in shambles? That’s why his daughter ran away—she must have grown tired and fed up with his wickedness," she mused while casually fiddling with his necktie.

"You're right about that," he agreed darkly. "I know he’s also searching for his daughter. That’s why I need to find her first. And don’t worry—when I find her, I’ll ensure they meet again, so they can suffer together at my hands." He spoke desperately, tightening his grip on the shot glass.

"I believe in you, babe. I know you can get everything you want, and I’ll do everything I can to help you," she said sweetly, caressing his face.

"I know, babe, because I won't stop until I have my revenge on that old man. I will make sure he suffers at my hands, and I will show him just how excruciating it is to lose a loved one," he said impatiently, his voice dripping with hatred.

"That day will surely come, babe. For now, you need to cool your head," she said with a smirk before capturing his lips in a hungry, intense kiss.