Skyfall [Discontinued]

7. Advice Given

Lauren's POV

Sleep didn't come easily that night. After Miss Cabello disappeared from my sight in Dimitri's arms, I snapped. I nearly went after them to put an end to that game. Killing them both at once would only be more pleasant, and it would certainly spare me time and energy. But I give it a second thought while I was pacing back and forth over the expensive carpet that covered the floor of my room.

If I killed Dimitri, I would rip a little piece of Lola. If I ripped a little piece of Lola, I would let her partially incapable. If she was partially incapable, who would serve me? No, no, Dimitri would have to wait to die. He was nobody anyway, but why the hell would I want to make his miserable and mediocre life last longer? I would only be doing him a favor if I just ended it. I sighed from sadness, my shoulders down and my body frustrated to know that I needed to wait.

And then there was Miss Cabello. My desire to suffocate her in her sleep made my stomach wrap. I had lost count of how many times I had walked over to her room and backed away every time I closed my hand around the doorknob. If I killed her, then all that enticing foreplay would grow tedious. I was fighting against myself to hold back the desire I felt, I couldn't make the mistake of losing control.

But as it happened, her recent relationship with Dimitri made me lose my temper. I couldn't stand the idea of someone other than me placing their filthy hands on my prey. From that flavor, only I could taste. In case someone got in my way, they would be out of the picture. Camila, just like I loved to pronounce, would be mine... and no one else's.

I woke up the next morning decided to call a doctor to have a look at Miss Cabello's ankle. Not that I was worried, but I didn't want to see her in the arms of that miserable again. I took a warm and long bath, trying unsuccessfully to relax the muscles of my back. The cuts in my hand had already healed, for I was gifted with a quick wound healing process. That morning, I decided to change only the color of the corset, opting for a red one with black stripes on the backside. I loved the way it squeezed my breasts, and if it wasn't so much cold, I would even dismiss something else above it. My black pants highlighted my thighs, and my high heel boots made an annoying sound against the steps of the stairs as I went down to the living room.

"Lola?"

I called her when I stopped in the middle of the room, dragging the tip of my index finger over the corner of my lips, removing the excess of the dark lipstick that covered the area. I was about to call her again when she showed up in a hurry, a white and perfectly clean fabric in her hands.

"Good morning, Lauren," Lola smiled in the same cheerful way she did every single morning. How could that woman be euphoric about waking up early? I rolled my eyes and sighed. "Would you like to have breakfast now? I've made it the way you like the most, fried eggs, bacon, and mushrooms."

"And my tea?"

I asked, feeling my stomach growl. But that would have to wait, I had something else to do.

"Warm in the teapot."

Lola grinned and I could see that motherly care she always had for me in her eyes. See? How could I kill Dimitri? No one would be able to prepare me a true and complete English breakfast like her.

"You deserve a smile."

I said in high spirits, making her eyes glow. I never smiled truthfully at her. It was very rare. But then again, I didn't smile truthfully at anyone. I wanted to laugh right then and there for having used the words 'truthfully' and 'Lauren' at the same time. They definitely couldn't coexist in the same sentence.

"I almost forgot how that smile is beautiful, Lauren."

I sighed in annoyance and shook my head.