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Yesterday was a good day, relaxing even. Connor had a way of making me forget just how crazy he and his brothers were. Gossip Girl marathon was a good distraction from the inevitable decision that I would have to make.
Do I abort this child or do I not?
Now standing outside William's office, the only thought that went through my mind was that I needed his advice. His instructions.
Whatever he did was atrocious and I would not forgive him for it but we still knew each other better than anyone else. Two years of memories were difficult to just forget.
Knocking on the door of his office, I waited for his permission.
"Come in" His deep and velvety voice instructed.
Opening the door, I saw him standing by the window, his back towards the door and a glass of whiskey in his hand. He looked troubled by his thoughts, I could feel his agitation without seeing his face.
"Have a seat, love" He breathed out.
Following his command, I took a seat. Slowly turning around to face me, he looked at me longingly. As if he wanted to say something but he had to refrain himself.
"Why did you kill Robert?" The question flowed out of my mouth without my permission.
He was taken aback at my inquiry, clearly not expecting to get interrogated right now. He placed the glass on the table and sat down on a chair beside me. Ankle placed on his knee, hands professionally folded in front of him.
"He placed a camera in your bathroom and was selling your naked pictures on the dark web" His tone monotonous as he delivered his justification.
It took me a few seconds to gather the information thrown at me and make sense of it. This couldn't be the truth, not really.
"It's a lie that you fabricated after I found out about your perversion, stop manipulating me and just tell me the truth" I yelled, tears welling up in my eyes.
"He did all that and planned to do much more than that. Yes I had spied on you for an year before we officially met but it was because I wanted to make sure that you were trustworthy, the pictures of you in your bathroom were abdicated from Robert's computer. Yes I got him killed and I am fucking proud of myself for that." He said, his eyes blazing fire and knuckles turning as white as a paper.
Shook would not be enough to describe what I was at that moment. I was seconds away from sobbing my eyes out. He seemed to notice my distress because he slowly slid on the sofa I was on. Grabbing me by my waist, he picked me up and gently placed me in his lap.
