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#34 in MURDER-MYSTERY
After a middle aged businessman was found brutally murdered in a high-end restaurant Olivia Summers, a forensic expert working for NYPD, suspects the owner of the restaurant himself. But when the said suspect is a d...
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Olivia couldn't not pace in her room angrily like a caged tiger.
What was I thinking?
The moment the dark-eyed devil touched her hot skin, she had melted into a puddle of goo in the middle of the patio. All coherent thoughts had flown out of the window along with her caution and reservations. She burned in sheer embarrassment thinking about how she was panting like a b*tch in heat for him to lean in and close the distance between them.
If he hadn't disappeared into thin air right then... she would have mauled him.
Olivia blushed; both in anger and shame. Although she was thankful that he decided to literally ghost her before she did something she would regret later, it irked her to think that he had left her high and dry to storm back to her room in frustration and lock herself in the guest room. She knew that is a highly flawed train of thought but somehow all her rational arguments became null and void at his weighty presence. It annoyed Olivia that she couldn't leash in her desires.
And damn him for looking like the Greek God that he was!
She huffed and she sat on the recliner on the other end of the room. She needed to get out of this windowless and dull mansion where she was followed like a shadow. Moreover she didn't know what to expect the next time she saw Keres. The near-kiss shame aside, she was sick of playing the part she was clearly not.
She needed to get out to the real world.
Olivia pulled out her phone from her pocket and eyed the text she had received a few hours ago inviting her to look at an apartment in south Brooklyn. It was a university student with a two bedroom loft looking for a roommate to share the expenses with and it seemed that he was fine with her cat. It sounded promising but she had held off the offer until she figured out about her being-a-supernatural situation.
But now seemed like a good time to check out the offer, since she clearly needed her space. Of course, the threat of an angry murderer after her still existed but she had thought of a way around it. After all, she worked with the NYPD and she could speak to detective Tucker about her situation. She was sure that he wouldn't mind helping her out with some protection.
With that sorted out, she hurriedly pulled on a white, long pleated sundress and crème flats, deciding to leave her hair down and apply light makeup. She then made sure that the Mr. Fluffington had enough water left in his bowl and tip-toed out of her room.
It was a no-brainer to Olivia that she was being followed by one of the death-fates; nevertheless was startled when Nosos materialized from a shady alcove close to the entrance of the mansion, effectively blocking Olivia's path.
'Master wouldn't be happy about you leaving the estate.' Nosos said nonchalantly, examining her short nails.
'Do I look like I care?' Olivia raised an eyebrow at the hippy death-fate. 'He is not my father to command me to not go out.'
