CHAPTER 93: ROLLERCOASTER OF EUPHORIA

Almost an hour had passed from the time Dylan left the villa, yet I still couldn’t willed my body to stand and freshen up as I completely splayed myself naked on the bed. My mind kept on recollecting the titillating and sizzling moment that took place earlier.


Dylan did leave a remarkable memory. He was indeed true to his words when he said that he would make me want for more, as I could feel myself craving his animalistic demonstrations even if my private parts were still swollen and sore. He was a beast in bed. He satisfied my carnal needs in ways unimaginable and exceeded my expectations of him. He was far more skillful than Lewis’ performance even without the influence of any sexual stimulants. The way he moved and rocked my body countless times definitely marked his expertise, which I gave credits to him.


We could still be in a whirlpool of lust and bliss if I didn’t shoo him away to give me time to prepare for our first dinner out later on. According to him, he wished to know me more in a much broader aspect aside in sex that was why he invited me out tonight. And since eating alone was certainly boring, aside from the fact that he superbly piqued my interest in him, I agreed to his offer where he promised to pick me up later this evening.


Still groggy with the aftermath of the wildest sex I had ever experienced in my life, I mindlessly reached for the tv remote and turned it on. It was tuned to an afternoon news, which I didn’t dare to switch channels, since I simply wished for some noise that would somehow refrain my head from thinking about Dylan and his supreme libido.


I dragged myself to climb down the bed as I desired to spend leisure hours in bathing. After picking up the perfect and appropriate clothes for the evening, my feet started to pace towards the bathroom. I was about to enter when my ears heard the current news, which made me stand still and listen.


“For our world business news, Hunt Global Corporation and the entire New York City were taken by a storm and devastatingly petrified at the sudden departure of one of the world’s top business tycoon and highly distinguished man. Alexander Gerard Hunt, a trillionaire business magnate and was the founder of HDC, died about a week ago inside his mansion due to his longtime battle with his illness. Although his body now lies right beside his late wife, former world-renowned painter and artist, Margarette Hunt, speculations among the business circle about his untimely death didn’t die down with him. Our station reporter was trying to have a word with Mr. Hunt’s daughter or any household members of the pristine mansion, but only managed to speak with the authorities.”


“That's old news for me, Missy.”


“According to the police officer our reporter had spoken to, the late businessman’s sole heiress had released a statement the day before that revealed the true cause of her father’s death. Stay tuned for the said statement later in tonight’s news.”


After hearing the newscaster’s final words, my feet automatically headed back to where my newly bought laptop was laid and swiftly opened it. I was anxious to know what Penelope’s statement was that made me tap the keyboard with utter urgency, searching on the internet about the updated news with regards to my former employer’s death. It didn’t take me long enough to find what I was in search of and immediately clicked the play button and watched.


“As much as I wanted to keep silent and remain discreet with what happened recently with my family, I was forced to make this statement to enlighten everyone and to inform the public of the true cause of my father’s unforeseen death, which I knew would definitely end the on-growing speculations in the business circle” Penelope was obviously in a state of turmoil, but her eyes bore a certain kind of fire in them, which made me hooked and anticipated what she was about to further disclose. “It wasn’t true that my father died due to his illness, in fact, his health had progressed miraculously about a month ago after his longtime battle with his lungs” My forehead instantly creased as I leaned even closer to my laptop. “He was brutally murdered inside his room by someone we never thought would have the guts to do such a horrendous act to him.”


“Fuck! How could this be? How did they know what happened?” I panickedly breathed as my eyes were glued on the screen.


I could feel myself tensing as coldness began to encompass my entire body. My mind was starting to run with a series of thoughts on how she managed to boldly conclude what she just convincingly stated.


‘It’s impossible! As far as I knew, in my two years working with Alexander Hunt, I never saw any CCTV cameras in that hallway, not to mention even inside his very room. There’s no way they would know what I did to him! I wouldn’t have the boldness to do such a crime if I knew there was a hidden camera that would catch me red-handed! She’s gone crazy to think of such a thing. Her father’s death must have loosen a screw inside her head and made her think insanely.’


“I have proof to back up my statement. I wouldn’t utter such a thing without substantial evidence. But one thing is for sure, I will make you pay. Do you hear me? I will not stop until I see you behind bars. Wherever you are now, you couldn’t hide from me and you knew that well enough. I don’t care how long it would take to acquire justice for what you did to my father, but I will give him justice in any way possible. I suggest you turn yourself in to the police willingly and face the penalty of your crimes. I would give you a week to do so, starting this day, surrender yourself freely.”


“Fuck you, Penelope! I will not do such a thing!”


“If I didn’t hear from you after a week, better hide yourself in the narrowest hole you could possibly be in, because believe me you would hate me even more with what I am about to do.”


The video ended, but my eyes were still fixed at the screen where her face was shown. I deliberately stared in her eyes, focusing my line of sight at them. Those sets were emanating indescribable fierceness and unadulterated rage. I could feel her wrath even if I was a thousand miles away from her. I couldn't deny that her statement somewhat shook me and made me agitated on my seat, but thinking that I was terribly far away from her and was in a different country, I still managed to laugh out at what I just watched.


“There’s no way you could find me, Penelope, even if you do a manhunt operation on me. You will just waste your time and resources looking for me, because you can never locate me, not with all the money I have with me now. I could simply hop from one country to another just to harden your search even more. Goodluck on your venture, Penelope Hunt. Happy hunting to you.”


Good thing I followed my instinct and used my other identity in securing a ticket out of the country. If not, I would be in a lot of trouble knowing Penelope would most definitely track down my whereabouts. I have a fake passport and identification cards, which I used once before in my previous job. It was handy before and I never thought it would be handy to me now as well.


No one would trace that I am here in Maldives. Even if Penelope uses all her wealth, she will never find me. It would be one percent over a hundred if she would trace my whereabouts. She would die first or be in a mental institute before she could locate me. That I am mostly certain of.


I decided to take my head off and not to further think about Penelope and her pathetic statement, so I headed to the bathroom for a leisure bath. The excitement in me once again relived as I thought of the dinner date I will have with Dylan later this evening. For sure this would definitely be a night to remember knowing how unsatiated Dylan was with me earlier during our time together. He couldn’t get enough of me and my delectable body, so there would definitely be a second time of sizzling encounter with him, which I was certain of. Another rollercoaster of euphoria that would eventually take place, a night filled with rapture ecstasy and earth-shaking intensity, which exhilarated me even more.


I couldn’t wait for what this evening has in store for the both of us. Dylan would definitely drool over me once he beholds my wardrobe for tonight. He would greedily wolf me out at the mere sight of me.