Burning for her

Chapter 15

Clara

One day, when she was going to find out about all the stalking I did, she would call me a creep. But when she will think back to this exact moment, she will be fucking happy that I was creeping.

My whole body was filled with rage. White, hot, burning rage, threatening to fuck up everything I was hiding from Abigail. Instead of kicking in the door and shooting that bag of crap in the head, I slowly opened the door.

The tension in Abbie's shoulder eased when her head spun around, eyes locking with mine. Christopher's fingers let go off her wrist, his eyes widening.

"Hi, Love. Is everything alright?" I tried to mask the need inside to feel his blood running down my palm.

"Yes." She was good, not showing a hint of surprise. Like it didn't shock her that I was here. She pulled her hand away, taking a slow step back, away from him, closer to me.

She had one of her daisy patterned white summer dresses even though it was storming outside.

"Good, I would hate it if you would feel uncomfortable in hospitals. I know you don't like them." My hand sneaked around her slim waist, resting on her front, on her stomach as I kissed into her hair. She had weaves in her red locks, half of it up on a bun.

Her eyes frowned at me, leaning into my side. "I'm Clara." I reached my hand out to him on the bed, my eyes glued to his face. Seeing what I have done to him... Fuck it made me exited, my heart beated fast, urging me to do more, see how far can I go before my mind would stop me.

"Christopher." He nodded "I have to rest. I want to get back to dancing as soon as possible." His voice shook a little. I let my hands fall, looking over at my side.

"Are you ready to leave?"

"Yes." Abigail nodded several times quickly.

"We will get back to our deal later, Abigail." I'm going to fucking destroy you.

I shut my mouth instead of smashing in his face with Abigail in the room.

"Bye." She whispered, locking her fingers with mine, pulling me after herself.

I don't know what my assistant told him after I beat him upy but he did a great job, since Christopher didn't expose me. I reached the point where I wouldn't even care if he screamed murderer.

"I have so many questions." Abbie turned around to look at me after the door closed behind us.

"Let's go home." I took the lead, pulling her after me this time, urging her to move. I needed her out of here as soon as possible so I could finish what I started.

"Abbie!" She stopped behind me. I let out a sight, rolling my eyes, when I heard Olivia's voice.

"Hi, thanks for waiting for me." I expected her to let go off my hand, but our fingers were still locked. God only a handhold with her made my body filled with more adrenaline than the thought of killing that fucking man.

"The girls want to go out for coffee and then head back here-" Olivia's dark eyes landed on our hands. "Who are you?"

"Clara." I said, shifting my weight from one leg to the other.

"That Clara?" She leaned forward a little, pointing the question to Abigail.

"What do you think, how many Clara do I know?"

Olivia rolled her eyes, a huge smile on her face. "I guess you don't wanna come to coffee then." She shot a wink at Abigail.

"You can go if you want to." Please say no.