Fatal Attraction

I watched him from across the room. Everything about him was just perfect. Perfect smile, perfect physique. Just too good to be true. I observed as he worked the crowd, smirking as he maneuvered through the group of women that had surrounded him. It had to be a pain to be that attractive. He finally broke free from the ravenous tendrils of available women. I watched as he slid into a seat at the bar, deciding that now was the time. Even though I hated to be a part of the drooling entourage of “desperate” single women, I couldn’t resist. I just had to get close to him.

Taking a deep breath, I made my way over to the bar and slid into the seat next to him. He didn’t even look my way, but that was okay. I’d get his attention. I waved the bartender over and ordered a dirty martini. I glanced over at him. He seemed to be lost in thought.

“I’m guessing you like what you see,” he said with a small smirk on his face. The sound of his voice startled me. He had the kind of voice that made love to your soul. Deep and rumbling. That voice paired with those looks was enough to make a girl weak in the knees. Time to turn on the charm.

I smiled and said, “ Don’t flatter yourself.”

His smirk turned into a full grin as he said, “ Well you’re a little feisty, aren’t you?”

“You have no idea,” I replied, winking at him.

This was going way better than I had expected. I just had to keep him interested.

“Can I buy your next drink?” he asked.

“I would love that,” I replied.

I looked over at him and curiosity suddenly struck.

“I’m curious, you could have practically any woman that you want, but instead you’re sitting over here at the bar. How come?”

He looked over at me and flashed that intoxicating smile.

“Well I’m at the bar with arguably the best looking woman in this place, so I’m not doing too bad,” he replied.

I felt my cheeks get hot. I hadn’t expected him to say that.

“ Oh, you’re quite the smooth talker huh?” I asked, trying to hide the fact that I was flattered.

“ I don’t have to smooth talk when I’m telling the truth,” he said back.

I glanced over only to meet his intense gaze. I felt like a schoolgirl as I hurriedly looked away. I couldn’t lose my wit now.

“Well you keep giving me all of these compliments, I just might start to believe you,” I said flirtatiously.

So much for hiding the flattery. It was obvious that we were both very interested in each other, so there was no need to hide it. He reached over and grabbed my hand. “Let’s dance.” I allowed myself to be led to the dance floor. Basking in the glares from all the women who dreamed of being where I was right now.

I felt his hands wrap around my waist and had to fight to stay calm. I wonder if he could feel my heart pounding. It felt like it was about to bounce right out of my chest. At this moment I was so glad that I had decided to step out of my comfort zone. Slow dancing with this man felt like heaven, but then I realized I didn’t even know his name.

“You know I’ve never danced with a guy without at least knowing his name.” He leaned down to my ear and said, “Thomas, now what’s your name?”

The feeling of his breath on my neck sent chills fluttering down my spine. “Serenity,” I said trying to hide how breathless I was.

“Such a pretty name, to match such a pretty face.”

“Well, there you are trying to sweet-talk me again,” I said smiling.

He smiled back and asked, “Well is it working?”

I smiled at him and pressed my lips against his. Was it just my imagination or was he kissing me back? He pulled away leaving me hungry for more. The taste of him still lingered on my lips.

“ How about we get out of here,” he asked.

His lust was plastered all over his face, but if only he knew that my feelings matched his.

“Let me grab my things.”

I held his hand, as I led him back to the bar. I could feel some of the women shooting daggers into my back. I smiled. Knowing that if any of them could trade places with me, they definitely would. I walked over and grabbed my things turning back toward him with my anticipation growing.

Holding hands we walked out together.

“I don’t drive when I know I’m going to be drinking, so we’ll have to take your car,” he said with a sheepish grin.

“Good looking and responsible. I’m starting to like you,” I said, taking my keys out of my purse.

“Do you have anywhere special in mind that you would like to go to?” I asked knowing that just going to his place would’ve been just fine. That kiss had ignited a fire that couldn’t be extinguished. All I could think about his lips on mine, as the smell of his cologne pulled me into him. Yes, going back to his place would be just fine.

As if he was reading my mind he said, “ Well I only stay a couple of blocks away from here we could go to my place.”

That was exactly what I needed to hear. My lust had morphed into an aching desire. Besides the fact that his name was Thomas, and he was gorgeous I knew nothing else about this man. But none of that mattered, because I wanted him, and I had him. Right here in my car, going back to his place. I listened to the deep rumble in his voice as he gave me directions to his house.

“Turn into the driveway up on your left,” he said.

I pulled into the driveway of a small white house. It had the aurora of a single man in his twenties.

“Welcome to mi casa,” he said with that smile dancing on his face.

I offered a small laugh as we stepped out of the car. As I walked around the car he grabbed my hand leading me down the sidewalk. When we made it to the door he unlocked it and stepped aside letting me walk in first. The inside of his house looked exactly how I thought it would be. Everything oozed sex appeal. From the dark colors to the smell of his cologne wafting through the house. I heard the door close behind me. He walked behind me slowly taking off my coat.

“Would you like something to drink?” he whispered into my ear.

“Yes,” I said breathlessly.

I followed him into the kitchen and sat down at his table. He pulled 2 beers out of the fridge and walked over taking the seat next to me. I opened the beer and took a sip.

“You have a nice home,” I said.

“Thank you, it took me a while to perfect the man cave,” he replied.

I laughed at the fact that he called his apartment “the man cave.” He smiled at me and took a sip of his beer. He turned his chair toward mine and looked me in the eyes. There was no need to talk, the look in his eyes told me everything that I needed to know. I leaned forward, kissing him long and passionately. I may have been too scared to say what I was thinking, but I was determined to leave little room for doubt with this kiss. I guess he picked up on my cue because he wrapped his hand around my neck and pulled me closer.

“Oh Thomas,” I gasped.

He pulled away from me and grabbed my hands. He led me to his bedroom, and I closed the door behind us. His lips crashed against mine. We moved slowly toward his bed, our lips never breaking contact. He laid me down slowly and began to kiss me all over. My broken gasps filled the air around me. The feel of his hands caressing my body left me feeling tingles all over. He kissed me on my neck, and then my shoulders driving the moans from my mouth. I inhaled sharply when I felt the sudden warmth of his mouth on my nipple. As he suckled and licked on my breast, I felt the warmth spread between my legs. My body yearned for him, to feel his sweet kisses all over as I moaned his name. I felt his hands snake his way to my panties. I lifted my hips allowing him to pull them off. I took in his beauty as he removed his clothing. In an instant, his body was back on mine. He kissed my lips as he played with my womanhood. I cried out his name as I rolled my hips moving with the motion of his fingers. He teased me, rubbing me all over, and kissing just above my navel. I closed my eyes and enjoyed every moment of his tongue exploring my body. I screamed out when I felt his tongue inch its way to my womanhood. His soft kisses sent me careening over the edge. I ran my fingers through his hair, as my orgasm racked my body. This was everything I thought it would be if not more. I laid there prisoner to his touch as he rubbed all over my body. His soft touches fueled my lust again. I longed for him to just take control of me. As if he knew I was ready he guided himself inside of me. The feeling of him pushing deeper inside as my body opened up to him was delicious. I wrapped my legs around his waist trying to pull him closer. The sound of our moans melded together, as we both reached the height of our climaxes. At this moment I was all his, and he was mine. His lips crashed against mine as I came. Exhaustion washed over my body, as he planted a lazy kiss on my forehead. I lay there completely satisfied wrapped in his arms. I felt sleep creeping up on me and allowed it to take over. I needed the rest.

****

I awoke to the wonderful aroma of coffee. I laid there letting images from last night replay in my head. The thoughts of kisses and the way he had touched made me shiver in delight. I grabbed his shirt, not bothering to put on panties, I didn’t plan on keeping them on long anyway. I walked down the hallway, the smell of the coffee-making my stomach rumble. As I rounded the corner, I stopped to admire him. He stood there in nothing but his boxers in front of his coffee machine. There were grits and toast on the table. He turned around and smiled at me.

“Goodmorning, I see you’re finally up,” he said with a hint of mischief behind that grin.

“Goodmorning,” I said back, walking over to the table.

I sat down as he brought the 2 cups of coffee over. I bit into the toast. Everything tasted so good. I ate in absolute bliss. I looked over to see him watching me, with a smile playing on his lips. I felt my cheeks begin to burn as I realized I had been completely pigging out. Unaware that he had been watching me the whole time.

“Well we worked up quite an appetite last night,” I said my embarrassment melting away.

He smiled back and took a sip of his coffee. We sat in comfortable silence while we enjoyed our breakfast. After we had finished he grabbed up the dishes and walked over to the counter. As I watched him wash the dishes, my appetite returned. Only this time it wasn’t food that I was hungry for. I got out of the chair and walked over to him. I kissed him on his neck, wrapping my arm around his waist. I heard his breath catch as I slid my hand into his boxers, and rubbed on his manhood. He turned toward me, his eyes dark with need. He leaned down kissing me slowly, tenderly.

“Make love to me” I moaned against his lips.

He groaned and scooped me up and laid me down on the kitchen table.

“You’re not going to go to the bedroom,” I asked breathlessly.

“The table seems like a fitting place to have a snack.”

He pushed my shirt up finding that I didn’t have on any underwear. Not wasting any time, he kissed and licked me all over. Then he suddenly stopped.

“Maybe we should go to the bedroom,” he said.

I slid off the table grabbing his hand and led him to his bedroom. I pulled off his boxers and laid back on the bed. Making love to this man was like taking drugs. Just perfect. I allowed myself to get lost in him once more. Allowing myself to let go and be swept away in the heat of the moment.

I laid wrapped in his arms thoroughly enjoying just laying here. As much as I would love to stay I had to go home. I slid out of his arms and started to get dressed.

“You’re just going to sneak away from me,” he said sleepily.

“You looked so peaceful, I didn’t want to wake you,” I replied, slipping my shirt over my head.

He got out of bed and walked over planting a soft kiss on my lips and began to get dressed. It was such a shame to see him fully clothed. The events from this morning and last night danced in my memory.

“I’ll walk you to your car,” he said.

“Such a gentleman,” I teased.

We walked down the hallway towards the door. I didn’t want to leave. If it were up to me I would lay in bed, and make love to him over and over again. When we made it to the car I turned to him, my back against the driver’s door of my car.

“Well I enjoyed last night,” he said smiling.

“So did I,” I admitted.

He wrapped his arms around my waist pulling me in for a kiss. Why did he have to be so perfect? I put my arms around his neck and the kiss deepened. It shouldn’t be this hard to leave a man that I had just met, but everything in me wanted him to lead me back up those stairs. In just one short night I had become addicted to him. I managed to pull myself away from him. He pulled out his phone and typed in my name.

“Hey put your number in here. I don’t want you disappearing on me,” he said with a smile.

Although I didn’t say it the last thing he had to worry about was me disappearing on him. I smiled and typed in my number.

“Well I have to go,'' I said, send me a text so I can save your number,” I said as I got into the car. He looked down at his phone and typed something quickly. My phone dinged, and I looked down at his message. “Goodbye, beautiful.” I hid the smile that I felt playing at the corners of my mouth. Just too good to be true.

“Text me when you get home?” he said.

“I definitely will,” I replied.

He leaned down and gave me another quick kiss. I pulled my seatbelt on, and he closed the door. I let the window down and said good-bye to him. He said goodbye and watched me as I backed out of the parking space. I felt the strongest urge to just turn around and go back. God last night had been amazing. I drove home lost in the memories. Re-playing every kiss, every moan, every touch in my head. We had to get together again, and soon. Before I realized it, I was pulling into the driveway of my own home. I sent a quick text to Thomas, “ Made it home. Thought about you all the way here.” I walked inside and headed toward the bathroom. A shower was very much so needed. I put my phone on the charger and went to the shower. I was surprised that Thomas hadn’t texted me yet, but I knew he would soon. I got into the shower, washing away all traces of last night. After I finished I climbed into bed. I checked my phone, still no text, but it was no big deal. As I settled into bed exhaustion weighed down on me. I drifted off into a deep sleep with Thomas on my mind.

***

Over a week had passed since my “encounters” with Thomas. No calls, or texts. I had come to terms with the idea that he had ghosted me. Mr. Perfect turned out to be not so perfect after all. I had never felt so used, and disgusted with myself. Sleeping with a guy that I had just met. I couldn’t even be surprised that he had slept with me, and never contacted me again. I had made it way too easy. I had sent him a few texts over the past week, but I didn’t want to seem desperate, so I hadn’t texted him in the last 2 days. I just couldn’t understand how we could have sex like that only for him to act as if it had never happened. I was probably the laughing stock of him, and all of his friends. I should’ve never sat beside him at that bar. For the first time since that night, I felt pure regret about my actions. I regretted walking up to him at that bar, and I most definitely regret having sex with him. He had played me like a fiddle. He let me think that I was in control, that approaching him was all my idea. But I knew better. He had picked his victim the moment he walked into the building, and I was just too naive to see that it was all a trap. Now I was in too deep. I couldn’t get him out of my mind. Knowing that all of what he said and did was a lie made me furious. Everything had been so perfect, and then he just had to go and ruin it. Anger coursed through my veins, clouding my thoughts. I wish I could rid myself of his memory, or forget about the way he sent shivers down my spine when he touched me. How could someone so perfect, be so disgusting. I could say that I was more disappointed by his actions than anything. You know what I would show him. I grabbed my keys and stormed outside. I was going to give him a piece of my mind. He couldn’t just go around sleeping with people, and not return their calls or texts.

I got inside my car and sped off in the direction of his house. I didn’t know what I would say, but I intended for the words to sting like the pain he had caused me. I couldn’t make him feel the disappointment, and the hurt, but I could make him feel terrible for treating me like garbage. I didn’t care how crazy I looked, or what he would say about me after I left. I made it to his house quicker than I thought. I decided to drive by his house until I worked up the courage to stop. My heart pounded in my chest. I had suddenly lost my wit. All the anger from earlier had been replaced with the realization of how crazy this was. Even though I felt insane, maybe telling him off would give me some closure. I knew I wouldn’t forget the sex, but maybe making him feel bad about himself would give me a slight confidence boost. This is crazy. I couldn’t do this. So what we had a one-night stand? Did I expect a relationship with a guy I met in a bar? Not to mention we had sex the same night I met him. We never even had a date. If I were a guy I definitely wouldn’t want to be in a relationship with a woman that made it that easy. I let out a breath and decided to go home. There was nothing I could do or say to take back or change what had happened, so there was no point.

As I drove by his house for the second time. My heart dropped into my stomach. All of my anger resurfaced when I saw a woman walk through the door in what looked like his shirt. So that’s why he didn’t respond? He was too busy sleeping with whoever he could get his dirty paws on. How dare he? I wonder how many women he slept with since our “encounter”. He probably picked her up from a bar too. I watched the scene play out in front of me. I had felt so special when in reality he had probably done this to who knows how many women. I watched as he kissed her the same way he had kissed me. Everything in me wanted to storm over there just to see the surprised look I knew would be plastered on his face. Despite the pain and embarrassment, I felt I knew that storming over there would do nothing, but make me look crazy. I knew just what I would do. I couldn’t make that night go away, but I could damn sure make sure that he regretted it ever happened.

****

Anger was only the beginning of what I felt. My soul was on fire. The rage was building up threatening to spill out and make a mess of everything. Once again I found myself randomly driving by his house. He’d had the same girl over consistently for the last 2 weeks. He could have a relationship with her and not me? How dare he think that he could get away with this? At first,t I wanted to make him suffer. I wanted him to regret that night just as much as I did. But the more I watched, the more I knew that was too easy of a punishment for him. He needed something severe. Something permanent. And what was more permanent than death? I had been watching him for weeks now. My anger grew with each passing day. Of all the women that had thrown themselves at him that night, he chose me. Just why? I knew my actions were crazy, but I just couldn’t bring myself to leave him alone.

He came outside, looking like a dose of sweet misery. He must’ve been going to a party. I looked down at my outfit. This looked basic enough for a party. Thank God I had some heels in the back. Heels could make any outfit look sexy. Tonight was the night. I was finally going to get my revenge for him just tossing me aside as if I was nothing more than a piece of trash. Tonight was the night that he got a dose of his own medicine. I watched as he stood waiting outside. A cab drove up and he got inside. I waited until they had got to the entrance of the complex before I began to follow. Just as I suspected he was going to a party. I parked across from the bar I had met him. I observed as he went inside. Thank god I carried a backup makeup bag in my car. I put on a little gloss, mascara, and eyeliner. I pulled my hair down out of its ponytail and combed through it. I slid the heels on as I got out of the car. I was party-ready. I grabbed my wallet and headed inside.

As I walked inside I scanned the room trying to find him. There he was sitting at the bar in the same spot he had been the night I met him. I saw the hungry glances the women threw at him. But they didn’t know how terrible he truly was. I was going to save them from their lust tonight. I took a deep breath and made my way to the bar. I weaved through the crowd, my anticipation building as I got closer. Once I got to the bar I slid in the seat next to him taking a deep breath. The bartender walked over and I ordered a whiskey. I needed something a little stronger than a martini tonight. I felt him looking at me, and I fought the urge to just smack the shit out of him right then.

“You must like what you see,” I said a small smile playing on my lips.

“Well you’re the best looking woman in here tonight,” he responded smiling back. I wouldn’t fall for that routine again. He had sweet-talked me out of my clothes before, only to have him play me.

“Yeah, yeah I’ve heard that before,” I replied rolling my eyes.

“I’m sorry for not responding. I’ve found that most women here are only looking for a good time, so I never try to take it any further if we meet here,” he said.

I could tell that he had recited the same line over and over again. But if I wanted to get my revenge I had to play along. And even though I felt sick to my stomach flirting with him I had to do whatever it took. I couldn’t just forgive and forget, I had to get even. I prayed that my plan worked because I was just aching to make him suffer just as I had. But that all came in time. Right now I just had to play the part, and hope that he fell for it.

“Well, that’s kind of cynical. You’ve probably missed out on some decent girls,” I replied. I fought hard to hide the bitterness that I was feeling. It was me, I was the decent girl that he had missed out on. The girl he had used for sex and then discarded like a used napkin.

“Well it’s better to be cynical than to get your hopes up, and be hurt,” he replied.

How dare he try to act as if he was the victim? Any woman that left here with him, no doubt had every intention of continuing some form of a relationship with him. If they had sex with him, then they wanted to have a relationship with him. I don’t know how much longer I would be able to keep up this act. I could feel my anger boiling, threatening to spill over and make a mess of this whole situation. I had to change the subject before I said or did something that would put my whole plan in jeopardy.

“How about we get out of here?” I asked.

Our gazes locked, and he stood grabbing my hand. As we walked to the door, he asked, “ Did you drive?”

I nodded. Of course, I had driven. I had this whole night planned out. I doubt he would enjoy the events that awaited him, but I most definitely would. We got into the car and drove to his house. He had his hands on my thighs, and I fought the urge to smack his hand off of me. We were almost at his house, and I was ready. I pulled into his driveway and switched the car off.

“Well this brings back memories,” he said as we walked to his door. Yes, it did bring back memories. Painfully delicious memories. I didn’t want to waste any time. I was angry, and my desire to make him feel just as much pain as he had caused me grew with each passing second. He opened the door, letting me walk in first. Being back here made the memories hit stronger. My legs started to feel like jello as I stood there reminiscing on how good everything had felt the last time I was here.

I slipped my jacket off, letting it fall to the floor. It was finally time, and I was going to enjoy every moment of this. I turned to him and planted a slow tender kiss on his lips. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me in as the kiss deepened. This kiss was just as intoxicating as the first time we had kissed. I had to remind myself not to get lost in the moment because I had a job to do. But this just felt so good. What harm would it be to just enjoy one last time with him? Leave him with something pleasant to hold onto before harsh reality came crashing down on him. I needed this. I haven’t so much as looked at another guy since our last encounter. I had so much pent-up energy, and I needed release. And there was no doubt that he would give it to me.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, allowing a soft moan to escape against his lips. Painfully delicious. The perfect way to describe this moment. I wish that he could be mine, and we could get entangled in the web of our lust, and passion. But the time for that had passed. He had made it very clear what his intentions had always been. So I would enjoy basking in the warmth of his desire because I knew I would never experience another moment filled with as much passion as this. I was ravenous for him, craving to feel the roughness of his hands as he caressed my body. I snatched at my clothes, exposing myself completely. He groaned and picked me up. Kissing me all over as we made our way to his bedroom. I rolled my hips, burying my face in his neck. Butterflies fluttered through my body, making me ache. It was a shame that such a beautiful moment would have such a tragic ending.

He walked into the room leaving soft kisses on my neck as we made our way to his bed. He laid me back on the bed then moaned in my ear, “ Nobody else has compared to you.” The sound of his deep raspy voice filled with so much need drove me crazy. He looked me in the eye as he took my nipple in his mouth. Everything about this man and this moment was so delicious. From the feeling of his tongue dancing across my body to the bulge that he so readily rubbed against my womanhood. I ached to feel the pressure of him pushing inside of me. Making me call out to him as he slid deeper inside. I wrapped my legs around him pulling him down so our bodies could touch. Desire took control as I undulated against his erection.

“I’m ready now,” I breathed. I couldn’t take it any longer. I needed to feel him inside of me pushing deeper until I melted into his hands like putty. He grabbed both of my wrists pinning them above my head, as he used his other hand to guide himself inside of me. I screamed out to him. Even this was better than last time. My body opened up to him, and I let myself get swept away in the waves of passion that came crashing down on me. He wrapped his hand around my neck pulling me up toward him. I yelled out his name, my whole body on fire. I wrapped my legs around his waist trying to pull him deeper into me. It was as if he was making love to my very soul. He moaned my name in my ear, his breathing growing ragged. My legs began to tremble as my orgasm budded. I screamed out to him begging him not to stop. He kissed me as we climaxed together. Relaxation crept over my body, and I sighed in content. He laid beside me, playing with my hair. Everything about this moment was so perfect. I couldn’t allow myself to get caught up in the fantasy again. I knew what I had come here to do, and I was going to do it.

“That was amazing,” I said, smiling seductively.

“I know,” he replied as he leaned over to kiss me.

It was a shame that this perfect moment would have such a tragic ending.

“I’m gonna take a shower,” I said.

“Okay, the towels are in the closet right beside the bathroom,” he replied stifling a yawn. I walked down the hallway stopping at the closet to grab towels. I got into the shower letting the water run over washing away Thomas's scent. I imagined my hands were his as I washed. Would I be able to do this? Maybe I got caught in the heat of the moment and took this too far. Flashbacks of him kissing that other girl replayed in my mind. Not only had he kissed her, but he probably made love to her, the same way. He probably moaned her name the same. Anger coursed through me. He was supposed to be my one and only, but yet he betrays me. How dare he? I could do this. I had to. After all, he had done me wrong, so I would return the favor. I got out of the shower patting the remaining droplets of water away. I wrapped the towel around me and walked back to the room.

He laid in the bed asleep peacefully. Completely unaware of what was about to take place. Poor unfortunate soul. I walked over to his dressers. I quietly rummaged around until I found a shirt and a pair of socks. I slipped the shirt over my head and walked over to his bed. I climbed into the bed, careful not to wake him. I took turns lifting both of his hands and wrapping the socks around his wrists. I tied them to the bed, making sure they were tight enough to secure him. After all, he was a big man. He was sleeping so peacefully I doubt that he would wake up any time soon, and that’s okay. I needed time to savor the memory. I walked into the kitchen and walked over to his dish rack grabbing a knife, and turning to grab a chair. I walked back into the room to see him tugging at the socks frantically. He tried to mask his panic as he looked at me with questions in his eyes. I walked over to the dresser grabbing my purse, and sitting the chair at the edge of the bed. I sat the knife down on the edge of the bed and took a cigarette and lighter out of my purse. I lit it, inhaling deeply. He let out a small whimper when I pulled the gun out of my bag and laid it on the bed.

“You know all of this could have been avoided,” I said leaning in the chair.

“All you had to do was love me,” I whispered.

I felt tears building up in my eyes. How could he have betrayed me like this?

“You acted like you cared,” I said softly.

The pain was evident in my voice. He looked at me with tears falling down his face.

“ANSWER ME!!!”, I screamed.

He just stared at me with horror plastered on his face. I wonder what he was thinking right now. I know I must’ve been a frightening sight, with tear-streaked cheeks, eyes bloodshot, puffing on a cigarette. He didn’t have to talk. He didn’t have to say a word. It would make doing this a lot easier. I rolled my eyes and got up. I snubbed the cigarette out on his ankle, watching as he gritted his teeth in pain. He was so good at not giving me the satisfaction of seeing him in distress. He kept himself cool, calm and collected. I admired him for it because if the roles were reversed I would be hysterical. I grabbed the knife and walked over to the side of the bed. I sat down beside him and released a deep breath. I traced the knife down the middle of his stomach. He sucked in his breath and whimpered softly.

“I’m so sorry,” he sobbed.

He looked so unattractive his face streaked with tears. His nose had begun to run a little, and because his hands were tied he was unable to wipe it away.

“ I’m sorry that I did this to you. I didn’t know that you felt so strongly about me. If I had known, I would’ve been more clear about my intentions,” he said hoarsely.

He would’ve been more clear about his intentions? He had to be kidding me! He still didn’t understand why he was wrong? He doesn’t even know why his betrayal stung so much. I swallowed the lump in my throat as I realized what that meant. The feeling had never been mutual. Even when we had made love. He hadn’t felt the electricity that I had felt. To him, I was just another name to add to his long list of one-night stands. I wasn’t nor had I ever been special. I had been another poor victim fooled by his warm and inviting exterior. Tears fell my face seemingly on their own accord. I looked at him in disgust. How dare he play the victim? Frustration bubbled up inside of me, threatening to erupt and spill everywhere. I stood up and began pacing. I wanted to make him hurt. I wanted him to suffer. To feel the gut-wrenching feeling of heartbreak. Just as I had when I watched him kissing that other girl. I looked at him and screamed. I walked back over to the bed and leaned down to his ear.

“I hate you,” I said with words laced with venom. I saw the terror dancing in his eyes. His body shook as he cried. I traced the knife down his arm, never breaking eye contact.

“You know I was going to shoot you. Just to get it over with quickly,” I said thoughtfully.

“But that would’ve been too loud, and it takes away the fun of watching you suffer, but it was fun seeing you squirm and whine when you thought there was a possibility that I might shoot you,” I said with a small smile playing on my lips.

“You are psychotic,” He yelled with bits of spit flying out of his mouth.

“That’s not very nice Thomas,” I said, feigning mock hurt. Although his words did sting. I expected no less from a low-life that treated women as if they were just something to be explored and discarded. He deserved everything that I was going to do to him. He deserved this death.

“So instead of shooting you, I’m going to give myself the enjoyment of watching you die slowly,” I said darkly.

I thought that when it was finally time for me to kill him, I would feel remorseful, but I don’t. I feel everything, but remorse. Anger, hurt, and most of all I was hungry for revenge. It was time for him to pay. I couldn’t wait any longer. I grabbed his arm tightly so that he couldn’t yank it and mess up my grip.

“I’m going to slit your wrists, then watch you bleed out.” He looked at me with fear written all over his face. I wonder how it felt to know that you were about to die, and nothing you did could stop it? I took the knife and dug it into his wrist. He yelled out as the blood leaked from his vein. I climbed across him, straddling his waist, and grabbed the other wrist.

“Please, please don’t do this,” he sobbed.

It was too late to try and reason. The damage had been done. I sliced his wrist staring in fascination as his blood leaked out of him. He glanced over at his wrist and moaned softly. I stared at him, my heart pumping from all of the adrenaline.

“Thomas,” the sound of a feminine voice broke me from my trance.

Who was that and how did she get in here? Thomas laid there, the life seeping from his body. I grabbed the gun as I inched toward the bedroom door.

“Don’t tell me you’re still sleeping,” she said.

I heard keys clink as she laid them down on the counter. She had a key to his house? I have to see who this is. I got up quickly, snatching the gun from the bed, and tip-toed down the hallway making sure that I didn’t make a sound. The sound of footsteps headed in this direction made me freeze. Realizing I had left the bathroom door open I slipped inside and pushed the door up just enough to hide that I was in here. I stood with my back to the door and held my breath as she walked to the bedroom. I had to kill her. Once she saw him in there I had to kill her. My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of her shrill voice slicing through the air.

“Oh my god, Thomas! What happened to you,” she screamed. I could hear the panic and desperation in her voice. She must’ve cared for him. Poor girl.

“Just hold on baby. I’m gonna get help. I just have to get my phone,” she said.

I stepped out of the bathroom into the hallway blocking her from getting to the living room. She ran out of the bedroom and stopped in her tracks when she saw me.

“Who are you,” she asked her voice shaking with fear.

I stared at her, the sound of her calling Thomas baby echoed in my mind.

“Your worst nightmare,” I said.

She stood so still it looked like she was barely breathing. I trained the gun on her.

“You should’ve stayed away. You should’ve just let me have him,” I yelled.

Tears filled my eyes as I cocked the gun.

“Please don’t do this. He needs help,” the girl sobbed.

“He doesn’t deserve help, and neither do you,” I said taking steps toward her.

“He was supposed to be mine. He was supposed to love me, but you messed that up,” I said my anger growing with each step.

Her body tensed up as if she was getting ready to charge at me. I laughed at the idea of her trying to take me on. She was such a small, delicate little thing she wouldn’t be much of a match.

“ Don’t even think about charging at me, it’ll just make your death more painful than it has to be. You don’t want to suffer the way Thomas is, do you,” I offered a small smile as I talked.

The time for talking was long gone. I kept the gun trained on her and stopped just inches away from her.

“Any last words, “ I snarled.

She stared at me, tears streaming down her face. I almost felt bad for her, but she had made the decision and now she had to live with the consequences. I squeezed the trigger and watched in delight as she dropped to the floor. I watched as blood leaked from her stomach staining her shirt. I walked over to her, and put my foot on her throat. She squirmed and scratched at the air, but no matter how hard she fought, she wouldn’t be able to save her own life. It was almost a beautiful tragedy. But if I couldn’t live out my love story neither could they.

I looked down at her, my heart as cold as ice. I trained the gun on her head, and whispered, “Rest in peace beautiful.”

I pulled the trigger and watched as life instantly left her body. I heard a small whimper come from the bedroom. I walked into the room and stared at Thomas. I could tell that he was slowly slipping away. His arms hang limp, and he was no longer squirming trying to get free. A single tear slid down his cheek as he stared into the hallway at the girl’s corpse.

His voice was broken and hoarse as he whispered, “ Please don’t kill me”

My heart ached for him, but I couldn’t allow myself to feel sorry for him. Not after what he had done. I had to leave quickly because someone had probably heard those gunshots. It wouldn’t be long before the police came.

“I wouldn’t dare let you off that easy,” I whispered into his ear. I grabbed the knife and dropped the gun into my purse. I walked over and slid on my jeans, and balled my shirt into a ball.

“It’s so sad it had to end like this,” I whispered.

I walked over to his bed and planted a soft tender kiss on his lips. I looked down at him, taking in his perfection. I would never see this face again. I had to savor this moment.

“I’m sorry,” I said, holding back tears.

I wanted to dig the knife into his chest, creating a whole right in the middle of his heart. But just like I didn’t have the nerve to shoot him, I couldn’t bring myself to ram the knife through his chest.

I slit his other wrist and watched the blood spill out. The sound of sirens in the distance broke me from a trance. I had to go now. It was a shame that I wouldn’t be able to watch the life leave his body, but seeing him weak, and barely fighting would have to do.

I turned away from him and hurried down the hallway. I opened the door and looked around making sure nobody saw me leave. I ran outside slipped into my car. I had to skip town. There was no time to even stop by my house. I made sure not to speed as I drove away. I passed the cops as they hurried to the scene. Little did they know that it was already too late.

Revenge had been served, and the culprit was headed down the freeway.