My phone rings so I do the rational thing and answer it:
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"Hello?" "Are you almost here?" "Indeed I am. I'm picking up some coffee. Oh very little cream." I say. "How long will it take?" Geez demanding much? "Give me 10." "Fine. I'm waiting at hotel two blocks down from your destination." I gulp nervously forgetting he knows how really stock people. "On my way." I say and exit the shop trying to regain what composure I have left. I haven't seen him in years. *at the hotel* He texts me the room number so I walk up the stairs and locate the room number. "212 212..." I repeat quietly to myself. I feel an odd presence following me though. I hide in the hallway my destination is located. The stocker is coming because I can hear the padding of his anxious feet like he knows he is going to get lucky. He comes closer. Closer. I pull him my hand over his mouth cover his screams. "May I help you?" I say in my best Irish accent. He shakes his frantically. "Good then stop being a nasty pest and find someone else to fantasize about." He runs back to the front and I knock on his door. Within the second knock he pulls me in. I gently rub my wrist. "Couldn't have played nicer?" He sighs and turns to face me. Holy mother of pearl he's gorgeous.
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"Hi Millie." He says in his beautiful Irish accent. "Hi" I whisper not trusting my voice at the moment. He walks up to me and kisses my check. "It's-" "Paul. I know. You'd think I stop by and not do my research?" He inhales slightly and smiles of approval. "What do I owe the pleasure of being in Belfast Paul?" I lay myself on the bed provided due to my long trip. "I've heard of rumors of a 'high suicide rate' in the states." He says sitting before me with a dark look in his eyes. "So they say." I say innocently. "The scenes look rather 'staged' don't you think?" I play naughty. "I think people are just too depressed so they want to die." I wink at him. "Good girl. You're training paid off." He says sliding his hand up and my leg. I inhale seductively. How he turns me on my oh my. "You think I had something to do with those suicides?" I say raising an eyebrow. "Sweetheart I know you did. I conducted research myself." I scoff. "At least the victims are diverse. They still don't what's happening." I say and see his gold band signifying he's a taken man. I sigh and remove his strong hand off my leg sadly. The things you do to me make me crazy. " I want to you to become more trained." He finally says breaking the silence. "You don't think I have what it takes?" I say rather hurt. "I know you do I'm just making you better than you already are." He says smiling criminally at me. He pulls out a notebook. "What's this?" I say curiously grabbing the book. "Notes." He says innocently. I open it to find notes on the recent murder of Sara K. "Wow this is detailed." I hand it back to him carefully. "How do you prepare for a murder?" I pull out a small notepad with brief notes.
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"That's it?" I shake my head. "Once I've strangled the victims I create the scene-" I'm cut off all of a sudden because he understands. "To be a suicide." He smiles proudly. "I clean the evidence too of course. No blood just a small blade with the blood or a typed a letter is left." I say as I put my notepad back in my small bag. "Well aside from our 'other halves' you look beautiful." I look down and blush. "You don't look so bad yourself." I say admiring how attractive this man is. He comes closer and inhales my scent. "I swear to god if you strangle-" "Why the f*** would I do that Millie?" I let out a breath I did not realize I was holding in. His lips linger on my cheek. "Your actions towards women like me at intimidating." I mean come on yeah I am a serial killer myself, but he is so strong that you can feel it surrounding you. He has grip a force that either scares you or pulls you. "I still love you. I would never kill you." He says breaking me out of my thoughts. "You have a wife and two kids now. You shouldn't say stuff like that." I whisper. "I'm sorry I can't help it. You're intoxicating to me." He pecks my cheek and gets up to hide his black backpack. "I'll meet you here tonight before we begin okay?" He says grabbing his keys. "Okay." Please don't leave me again. I want to kiss you and call you mine like before. You should have married me. Had children with ME. I hold back tears from my sad little heart. "I'll see ya soon Millie." And he walks out the door leaving me to be so jealous of a woman who doesn't even acknowledge having him.
