A villain for life.

Eleven.

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"You don't recognize me?" Olyver cocked his head and was carefully watching me

"Should I?" I blinked innocently. If I could play this cool, I could make a run for the bedroom and barricade myself there until the cops arrived. My eyes automatically shifted to the front door to see if it was open or locked.

"Ah Ah Ah" He wagged his finger at me as if he could read my thoughts, "We wouldn't want to do anything dangerous that might involve using this?" I followed his gaze to the gun.

"Who are you?"

He smiled a smile that showed all his teeth, "You can think of me as your fairy godmother, but without the sparkly dress and let's say I'm going to make you an offer"

"Let me guess I cannot resist?" I decided to cut the bull shit he knew that I knew we were both staring at the mug shot he had taken from my bag for chrissakes. 

"You're Olvyer Alvarez."

He smiled again and there was nothing friendly to it. "Good you remember now."

I couldn't move from my spot between the hall and the kitchen, I was that stuck. Everything that I had investigated up to this point about Olvyer had led to this. And I couldn't help but think if I was marked for death by every psychopath in the country.

Just a few hours back I had left the Caesar's, was he watching me? Mr. Smooth sitting in front of me was a master of disguise if it hadn't been his distinct accent, I had practically memorized from  the long hours spent listening to his prison interviews I wouldn't have put it together.

The man sitting on my couch was watching me intently as I desperately tried to put the pieces together.

He had been scouring through my laptop, my unfinished article of him laid open in front of him. And the title read "The Nation's Villain Strikes Again"

Well this was awkward.

"We need to talk", he said matter of factly pulling out his gun and placing it next to my laptop. "This will take a while so you might as well get comfortable. You were having your dinner?"

He gestured to the kitchen with both his hands.

This was where I wish I had lost my appetite but no I was still hungry. I went back into the kitchen under his watchful gaze and with trembling hands took my dinner of the counter. My head was filled with a tidal wave of thoughts. Did I call my parents and tell them I loved them? What about Danny my on and off boyfriend? And then I remembered we were still in the off stage. We had broken up last week. Jeez this sucked. I really needed to sort out the messiness that was my life. The new dress from Fendi that was still lying in its box unwrapped, my life insurance policy that hadn't been paid in months. 

Shit this cannot be the last day of my life!

Olyver Alvarez was a few feet away from his gun. And he was awfully relaxed like he was at home watching me like I was the TV.

I carefully pulled up a chair across him and sat. I tried to keep the fear from showing. It somehow felt like Deja-vu all over again my close call with the lonely heart murderer had taken me a long time to get over and now those suffocating feelings were slowly pushing up from within with every long second that passed.

There was a long silence and I didn't want to look up at him. There was something about the way he looked at me that was unnerving.

"So what now?" I addressed my guacamole.

"How many times do you get a request from people asking you to write a story on them?"

"Probably every other day" I answered frankly still looking at my plate. "Everyone has something interesting to share I guess."

"Uh-uh and how many of them are convicted criminals?"

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A/n: Well not a steamy chapter but I'm getting there, I promise. Please let me know what you think of the story so far, and I really hope you liked it! 

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