WHITNEY

After exploring the estate on the horseback, we went to our room, both bored.

Petterson had left and I was alone with Armand. I was in the bedroom with him, installed on the balcony taking delight in the blow of wind intensified by the branches of trees which surrounded the building.

It seemed Armand was talking to me, I heard a voice coming from the room, but I didn't care.
My wit was somewhere else.

This time I wasn't thinking of Addams. I haven't forgotten him and all the pain he was going through because of me, though, there was something deeper laid into my mind.

I was thinking of Petterson, this dude, my sense was telling me to fear him, he was able to try something against me after Armand would pass away.

I should be leery, and find a way to be protected from him.

What could I do in such a situation?
How could I be safe from him?

Should I call the police and inform them about all that is happening?

No, no. I would fulfill this avenge on my own, and calling the police would make him evade what I reserved for him.

I was tormented, I didn't find a way to bypass Petterson, he was a crucial's aid for everything I needed, and I feared it.

However, I would improvise a way to make him sink too when the occasion would be opportune.

"What is occupying your psyche now?" Armand's voice brought me back to reality.

I felt his arm slowly going around my waist, and he tightened me to his corpse.
Planting kisses on my neck, coming up to my cheeks.

"Nothing I am just exhausted, and this blow of wind has the effect of releasement that nothing else can make me feel" I responded calmly though trying to tell him what he was trying to do was unnecessary.

But, he didn't understand it as I wanted,
"Do you want me to prove to you the opposite reality, I can bestow a releasement you have never thought can exist" he blurted, always kissing my body.

If just for a while, he could feel or even fancy about the way I felt at this moment. Every word was empty of sense to describe the rage which burned me inside at every touch he made, at every word he mumbled.

"And how will you proceed to surpass it?" I asked.

He made me turn to face him, his eyes coming from my boobs to my face with a smirk on his fucking countenance.
"Just allow your body to me as you do with the wind" He was coming with his lips to mine.

With a finger on his torso, I stopped him,
"I am exhausted, please. I need this moment alone"

After this, I went away, leaving him on the balcony. I could hear the way he exhaled with anger, however, I didn't care about it.

I didn't care about how he felt until I hear those words escape his lips.
"I am not a child to be manipulated as you try to do"

"I don't know why you are with me, but, my gut and the behavior you show inform me it isn't because of this assumptive love you have toward me"

I stopped immediately and whirled to confront his gaze "What do you want to mean by this assertion?" I questioned.

At the same moment, as I motioned toward him, I remembered Petterson's words.
"Your mind should be as filthy as his one is if you want to destroy him" I remembered his words, that was the cost I have to pay, a fucking prize.

"I mean you don't love me, the sentiment I feel isn't mutual," he said,

"Therefore why am I with you?"

"I am the one who ought to ask about this. Thus tell me, why are you with me?" he was motioning toward me.

He wrapped his hand around my waist, the other hand was under my chin lifting it to meet his eyes.

"If it is about sex, I am just afraid to be left alone after you will get what you want. Don't hurry things please, not now I have started taking pleasure in being at your side" I wanted to gain time the most I could, being intimate with him would tear off my heart more than I was already.

"Time, time... You have just this word in your mouth, have you thought a moment at how I feel?" he blurted sternly, removing his arm around my waist.

"I am a man, do you think it is easy for me to sleep every night at your side without touching you?"

"No... you don't care,"

"I won't push you under any pressure, maybe you aren't ready or you don't know how you feel,"

"Thus you can take your side to think about your resentment" He added, frowning.

"What do you mean by taking my side?" I questioned, feigning a trembling glance, a glance afraid to understand what he was trying to convey.

"You can take a rest from me and think about all these emotions confused within your wit" He pronounced and was inching to the room.

My heart was racing, Would I lose this opportunity I struggled to get, to be so close to him?

I wouldn't step back from where I was at the moment, or else, everything I went through, everything I lose, every sacrifice I made, the affection of Addams I lose, all those things would have been in vain.

The moment was there, the moment to make a choice, the moment to face the dilemma.
He had to pay, even if it meant having a mind as filthy as his one was.

I stopped him, holding his wrist, to retain him from entering the room.

"Can you promise me I would never be hurt, you won't leave me whatever will happen. I am afraid of this feeling, this feeling of losing someone I cherish" Said I.

"I love you and never it will happen" he retorted looking deep into my eyes.

The only thought I had at this moment was the hurt I was doing to Addams, I was so sorry for everything. Sorry, his majesty.

I kissed him, I planted a soft kiss on his lips, driving him into an obscene lust.

He kissed me back. how he wouldn't? It was a moment he was waiting for too long.

This asshole. I hated him, and now he was also stealing my decency.

He would also pay for that.