Perish: Book Three (bxb) ✔️

9. Did I stutter?

Kayax Adler

Everything was... scary now.

August made it a point to show we were having issues to the point Holly asked us if everything was alright between us, and August answered, "No."

Tonight was the dinner, and I already knew this was about to be my demise. At this point, I wasn't worried about Lennox Luna at all. I was terrified of how August was going to react upon seeing him. I had no idea what to do, but then I realized there was nothing I could do. I couldn't control the situation, and I wasn't going to try.

If my career crumbled, then it crumbled. Davis might smack me around a few times, but you know what? I didn't have a single cell in my body that cared. He was going to prison, and I just needed to bide my time until he did.

I'd often thought about placing tracking on him.

I planned to do just that tonight when I saw him. It took an insane amount of careful work to, well, okay. I did something awful, but I needed to know what kind of apps I could install to track him. It turned out it was as easy as linking our iPhones together, and they already were. I only didn't get information about his location because he locked me out of the app. However, that was going to change.

Oh, right, so the bad thing I did was steal August's laptop in the middle of the night last night. I was fucking desperate. We only had a handful of hours before our guests would be here, and soon, we'd have to cook dinner in the same vicinity. August and me, that is.

Either way, I knew that my only chance to figure something out to aid the police in finding Davis was to unlock the app on my phone. Since I knew Davis wasn't smart, I did know he kept all his cute little passwords in his notepad.

My only problem was that I had no fucking idea how I was going to steal the very thing he was always glued to. Tonight wasn't my only chance to steal it, but it was my best chance. Goddamn it, and I'd have to sit through dinner, knowing what I knew.

Listen, I admired... a great deal of things about August, but his loyalty to his family and how he protected them--that was my favorite thing about him. Not that I'd ever tell him that. Fuck no. I could admire things about him, but that didn't mean I had to care about him anymore. Could I even blame him for the things he thought about me?

No, how could I?

Okay, I cared about him.

Way more than I should, considering he fucking hated me, and I had no ground to stand on. I had zero defenses. I was drowning, and yeah, he was the most beautiful person I'd ever seen. Did it matter if I thought about those things now? I was already pathetic and wounded. He'd never know that I... had such strong feelings for him roaming through my body for him.

Why?

Well, one could argue that, yeah, I barely knew him at his core, but... I knew so many important things about him. His passion, oh my god, his passion. It was the first thing that gave me heart eyes when I first saw him. And when we met, I hated that I couldn't tell him the way I treated him was all an act. I played the person my Father expected me to be. He was watching me from the varying cameras he had set up around my apartment and office area.

But upon seeing August, before knowing who he was? Oh, my god, I was so sure I fell in love at first sight. I had this insatiable need to know who he was. Those brown eyes, I could tell, weren't happy to see him, and he openly showed it. Then, through everything he said to me, it showed his passion. I was blown away that he could talk to someone so famous--yeah, there goes my big head again--and not blink an eye.