The Ice-Killer's Angel

Chapter 1

Pic on the side is of Henry

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Chapter 1

Xavier's POV

A knock on the door of my office had me looking up from my iPad just as my assistant entered.

“Have you read the news today?” I snorted as I put down the device onto my expansive desk, running a hand through my dark hair before looking back up at the small blonde woman in front of me.

“No sir,” She replied timidly, and I smirked at her.

Of all the assistants I’ve had in the five years I worked in my father’s company, Nancy was my favourite. Shy, submissive and she made the best cup of coffee. She was also the only one who hadn’t been stumbling over my looks as soon as she saw me, and that was only because she had a girlfriend back at home.

I snorted mentally at that, remembering last year’s office Christmas party when I met her. Girlfriend my ass, Dominatrix is more like it.

But I couldn’t exactly judge, since my own way of living wasn’t…well moral.

“The Ice Killer,” I whispered theatrically, “Is back.”

She flinched, fear entering her small grey eyes, before she schooled her expression back to being emotionless.

“We shouldn’t really be joking about that surely sir,” She whispered, and I held in my urge to roll my eyes.

Even an emotionless prick like me could see the stupidity of this situation. I mean, the media have really let me down. Ice Killer? When do I use ice in any of my ceremonies?

But then again, maybe they were talking about the way I callously just throw down their body, or the fact that I have no actual ritual or gender preference for the killing like the more known serial killers do. I mean, I didn’t do what I did to get aroused. I did it to feel like…well strangely enough like I was actually alive. Therefore what was the point of having a partiality?

Remembering the act I played during the day, I immediately dropped my smirk and went for a look of being remorseful. From her softened expression, I knew I’d succeeded.

Maybe if I ever wanted to get out of the business world, I would venture into the acting one.

“You’re right. I apologise,” I said softly, as if talking to an easily startled fawn, which is what she always reminded me of. “What was it you wanted?”

“Well actually–” She started to say when someone suddenly brushed past her and into the room, and I smirked at the only person in the world that I could tolerate for more than a few minutes.

“Henry, may I ask why you so rudely pushed my assistant,” I said calmly as I appraised the tall man, my eyes glinting as I took in the suit he was wearing since I hadn’t seen it before, but sighed in relief when I saw it wasn’t the same designer as mine or nowhere near as expensive as mine.

Vanity was my favourite sin after all. I had been surrounded by it since birth due to my rich parents, I was then further surrounded by it from the school’s I went to and now my father’s company I worked for, and I used it to pick my victims…so it was only right that I be vain myself.

My lavish way of living only expressed it.

“Sorry sweetheart,” He smiled charmingly at my assistant, though anyone could see it was more on the condescending side. “But you took so long in saying that I was here, and I’m not very patient.”