A VENGEANCE LOVE AFFAIR

CHAPTER 3

CLYDE'S AGUIRRE POV

I'm in my office, going through files my investigator sent about Tessa Lemire. Her story matches what she told me – an Australian heiress with a tough family history.

Tessa's family history is marked by tragedy – parents lost in a car crash, leaving her with only her grandfather, Levis Lemire. She's the only child. The family's wealth, amassed from chains of hotels and resorts in Australia, is staggering. Their billions speak of a legacy that extends beyond mere fortune.

What catches my eye is her choice to work for the House of Elle in fashion. Despite being rich, she's chosen a job over a pampered life. It's impressive.

Tessa's love life is private. She's currently single, and her decision to keep it quiet in a world obsessed with sharing everything is interesting.

Her passion for fashion is something my sister Astra shares. The fact that Tessa works for a brand my sister admires is a connection.

What's really surprising is Tessa's lack of social media. In a world where everyone shares everything online, she's off the digital radar. It makes her even more mysterious.

As I look into these details, I realize Tessa Lemire is more complex than meets the eye. An heiress who chose a different path, keeps her love life private, and navigates the fashion world with a sense of mystery – she's a puzzle I want to figure out.

"Tessa Lemire, you are quite something aren't you?" I shake my head as I utter the words with my eyes fixed on my laptop.

I sigh and take my phone from the desk and send a message to Tessa asking her for another date, this time I am taking her to a shooting range.

Clyde: Hi Tessa, I had a great time at lunch the other day. Would you be interested in another date? How about a visit to the shooting range? It could be a fun and different experience. Let me know if you're up for it. Cheers

Few minutes later, my phone chimes, message from Tessa... I can't help but smile.

Tessa: Hi Clyde, sure, a visit to the shooting range sounds intriguing! I'm up for the experience. Let me know the details. Looking forward to it! 😊"

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The shooting range is dimly lit, the rhythmic sound of gunfire creating a unique ambiance. Tessa and I stand side by side, each equipped with protective gear, ready for a different kind of date.

I hand her a pair of safety glasses with a smile. "Safety first," I say, emphasizing the importance of precautions.

Tessa grins, adjusting the glasses. "Absolutely, wouldn't want any mishaps."

Approaching the shooting lanes, we choose our firearms. I take a moment to explain the basics, ensuring Tessa feels comfortable with the weapon in her hands.

"Alright, Tessa, focus on your target, align the sights, and when you're ready, gently squeeze the trigger," I instruct, my voice calm and reassuring.

She nods, her eyes fixed on the target downrange. Tessa takes a deep breath, steadying herself, and with a measured pull of the trigger, the gunshot reverberates through the range. The bullet hits the target, eliciting a satisfying clang.

Impressed, I comment, "Nice shot! You've got a natural aim."

Tessa blushes, a mix of pride and surprise. "Beginner's luck, maybe?"

I chuckle, taking my turn to demonstrate. The sharp cracks of gunfire punctuate the air as I hit the target with precision. Tessa watches, appreciating my skill.