BLOODY FUCKING CHRIST.“Damn you, Gisele! God damn you!”My body turned rigid, literally revolted at the thought of her being sofilthy.
And the wench had the gall to claim herself a virgin at Hank Rinaldi’s party? Yeah, right. If she was, the I’m the bloodyfuckingPope.
Ah, the vixen named Lexi Anne. I didn’t even bloody know where to start with thismadness.
The intricate web of lies she weaved. She spun so many I was left astounded by it all. Gisele’s vindictiveness was dumbfounding. I had to hand it to her; she was truly such a great actress. The deceitful woman had tricked me twice, and on both counts, I hadn’t seen them coming. I actually trusted her even after I walked in on her dressed as Lexi. It seemed my idiocy knew no bounds where she was concerned. I was a fool for letting a brat into my life. These childish amusements were juvenile, just like the fibber herself. Touching her should’ve been out of the question. But at that time, resisting her had been a sweet torture for me. Her enthusiasm, her quiet elegance, not to mention her stunning beauty made her irresistible inmyeyes.
Maybe this was her way of payback—all those rejected nights I held her to sleep had come into a vile fruition. Perhaps I deserved her vindictive mind games. After a devious successful night, she must be glowing with pride for out-maneuvering meeachtime.
Women.
There was a reason barriers were erected. For years, I’d successfully eluded manipulative women. Gisele Weber’s cunningness put them all to shame. The kitten had claws, and how deep those sharpened talons pierced through hervictims.
The mindfuck commenced, but instead of hastily dropping by on them unannounced, I stuck to my resolve and remained seated while I infuriatingly continued working on the prototype. While doing so, I endured several phases of anger. The betrayal coiled into something incredibly grotesque and abominable. It was volatile. Unpredictable.Impulsive.
The last phase finalized to insouciance. Once I had found her endearing, enchanting. Never had I ever been so disillusioned. Well, she could go on with her infantile games, but I was done actively playing the part. The entertainment waskaput.
This time, I sincerelymeantit.
It was seven in the morning when I emerged out of the company building. It was the same exact moment Mike’s message pealed into my phone, exacting my demand hoursprior.
Rinaldi just left. Alone,itsaid.
My jaw locked. My resolve, undiminishing. “She doesn’t matter anymore. Rinaldi can have her all to himself.” Gisele Weber had no hold on me. Thank the fucking gods, I was free—free from the wretched guilt that consumed me these past weeks. I could live the life I oncereveledin.
Unperturbed, I slid my phone back into my trousers before pulling out my car keys, set to begin my Saturday morning in a much jovialmanner.
Exhausted as I was, I left the headquarters feeling quite relieved. With Gisele’s deceits exposed, the ardent, undying hunger within me that she alone could satisfy had all diminished down to nothingness. The guilt that plagued me for the past month after rejecting her in the closet that one afternoon had vanished. I was wholly unburdened by it all. Leaving no hindrance in seeking Rose’s body once again. An inviting, warm, pliable body that indubitably could quench my desires. My pent-up hate, frustrations, cravings, and everything in between would be channeled into Rose’swillingbody.
And that was where I was heading and where I’d be seeking for days and nightstocome.
Gisele Weber shall not and will not stop me everagain.