Kittie Tales

Chapter Twenty-nine I - (Bonus)

Chapter Twenty-nine I: Bonus Chapter..

David

"Damned woman!"

"Infuriating female!"

Urgh!

"If or when I lay my hands on her, I'll... I'll..."

You'll what?, my mind taunted. I could almost picture my subconscious with my looks and my face, smirking right back at me in a manner that was no doubt filled with mockery and arrogance. Say them, David, they're just words..

"I'll.. I'll..", I still came up short of words.

Kill her?, my sly mind still offered, with the ever-present smirk on its beautiful face. Or the other 'very dangerous' word that also starts with the letter K.. You both seem to be doing that a lot lately..

"Bloody hell!"

I shut him out of my mind amidst its rancorous laughter of accomplishment. The urge to leave a gaping hole in my dresser mirror was becoming too tempting by the minute.

What would it really take for her to just cooperate?! Huh?! What?!

You could just kill her and end it, once and for all, my mind provided. The rational one, that is.

But I can't. Won't.

I didn't want to kill her and end it once and for all, whatever this is. I still don't. And I think I have an inkling why..

The truth. Three words.

I. Wanted. Her.

Bloody hell! I did.. There's no denying it now..

Right from the very first day.. The day she walked into this whole mess, looking so angelically innocent and unspoiled..

My first instinct should have been to have her removed because the longer she stays alive, the chances of the secret getting out, the more she was going to suffer endlessly in the hands of my rivals..

But that isn't all, is it?, the sly bastard had resurfaced.

You wanted to keep her. Admit it. You've never really had a play thing in a long while because you keep avoiding all forms of physical contact, but this one is different, isn't she? You don't know why; that's why you've being trying to study her to figure out the why. Perhaps it's because she intrigues you. She has a mouth on her and boy! She can use it. And you want to explore more unexplainable things with her. That's why you've being keeping her. Now it's got you in more mess than you could ever imagine, he continued taunting me.

Control, David. Control!

The only way to keep my hands from actually hitting the mirror in anger and frustration was to keep it busy. The same thing goes for my mind too; I had to get to work as soon as possible.

I adjusted my belt and tucked my shirt in properly before knotting the tie, all the while watching myself in the mirror with utter concentration and trying not to pay too much attention to the nagging voices in my head.

Emotions be damned!

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I raised his steely gaze to meet that of the other man in the room.

The man who had caused me so much traumatic and psychological problems most of my entire life.

The one who had cost me to lose one of the most important people in my life.

The only one whom my grandfather bore. Regrettably.