SEX WITH MY BEST FRIEND'S FIANCÉ-Chapter 82 - EIGHTY TWO

- ASAMI -

I throw a dart pin towards the board. It hit the center. I walk backwards to the small, round, fancy, long desk holding my champagne and champagne flutes in a tray and grab a half full glass of champagne. I force it down my throat steadily, the loathe for the person in the image pinned at the center of the dart board slowly evolving out my body.

I thought a glass or five would do the trick and aid this anger dissolve but I’m on my fifth and I still feel this rage.

It doesn’t work. I surround the bottle with my hand and raise it up to look at the alcohol volume. 35 percent.

Has my tolerance heightened or does this simply not do the trick? I throw my hand forward, flinging the bottle at the wall. The sound of shattering glass fills my ears despite the low music playing in the background.

My jaw clenches. Staring at the empty champagne flute in my hand makes me miss having liquor down my throat. I laugh hysterically as I drop the champagne flute.

Silly me. Always acting on impulse without thinking through. I walk to the wine cellar just behind the room counter.

This is my home. Not one provided by S, but one I bought with my own money. I paid architects to design the house and build it from scratch. I have houses in different parts of the world. _It’s only beneficial to live elegantly and extravagantly when I do the work I do. When I work so hard as I do._

I run my eyes through the wine bottles in my cellar. One piques my interest. I hold it in my hand and check the alcohol volume. 50 percent. Perfect.

_Yet despite my ability, Killian doesn’t see that._ He sees me as despicable. As a demon plaguing the earth. While the despicable part is true, I survive and live for myself, everything else isn’t.

He has no right to look down on me or threaten me like me hasn’t coerced in this line of work. He’s no saint.

I walk back to my mini casino room. It’s basically an arcade here. Pool tables, poker tables, dart games, karaoke, desk games and everything else you’d find in a casino is here. Since I’m not interested in whiling time away in crowded places, I built my own here. I enjoy being alone. At least, for a while now.

_Sometimes, I invite people in. Most times, they never leave here alive after fulfilling my desires. Mostly sexual._

I pour myself a glass of wine and drop the bottle, holding the glass in my hand, inhaling gently. Judging by the scent, two glasses will knock me out. Highest, four. I bring my mouth to the rim and swallow.

Red wine has always been my favourite. I can already feel the influence deteriorating my brain cells.

_Don’t get me wrong, I’m literally an Aphrodite succubus, but not all men can handle the dangerous aspect of me. The psychotic, killer part. They’re all drawn to the seductive and sultry part of me or the confident lady side and are captivated till I no longer need them._

_That’s when it gets dangerous. I never keep what I no longer see the value of. So I kill them._

A soft giggle leaves my lips.

_Apart from one man._ He welcomed my bad habits. Cared for me. Indulged in sin with me. Loved me. Fucked me so hard in a pool of blood with the people we murdered. My throat creases. Reminiscing will do me no good now.

I walk towards the dart board and remove all the darts. Hazel’s picture catches my attention. A frown immediately graces my face.

I want to rip her neck off. I’ve never desired murdering someone like I want to murder her. Shred her into pieces like minced beef with my blade while watching her squirm for her life. Begging for mercy despite her irritating state.

I walk back, keeping a good distance between me and the dart board. I drop the wine glass and throw a dart forward. It lands directly on the forehead of the image.

Like it read my mind. I want her head served to me on a plate. Not to eat, but to savour the moment. I want her erased from existence.

And this is all because of jealousy.

My gaze narrows and I throw another dart. I missed.

Ugh! I never miss. It must be the effects of the alcohol. _Perfect._

I drown my glass of wine hastily, trying to calm the boil of my blood. My face is red and flushed with rage. The worst part about this is I can’t even touch her.

If I do, Killian will ruin me and I can’t risk that. I can’t have him hating me more than he does. I can’t have him staring at me like I’m worth nothing. I don’t show it, but it hurts. Every damn time.

My fists clench. I want to break something but I’m holding myself. I need to contain my anger. At least, till when my mission is done here and I’m free.

Till when Killian realises who Hazel Summers is. A grin forms on my face.

I wonder how it’ll be. I wonder what will happen when he does discover it. I clear my throat. An image suddenly flashes through my mind.

A saddened look forms on my face. _When I snuck in and saw him make love to her last night...._ My knees weaken, _watching them almost made me run mad,..._ I needed to go before doing something crazy and the first thing I did once I reached home was do my research on her.

It all made sense after discovering who she was. S has been working on something private which I got intel on, I mean, I’m me, and it linked to Killian. It linked to her. I couldn’t put all the dots together but things will get clearer soon, I hope.

I may not have further details but this should be interesting. I wonder if this Hazel is something more than she lets us know or if she’s just idle and innocent.

_I wonder if there’ll be a dent in their relationship if the more about her I don’t know is something bad._

A wider grin forms on my lips.

Better yet, I want to get to know her. For my own satisfaction and curiosity. Also to watch her break. And that party I’m hosting is the best way to do that.

I pour myself another glass of wine. Just wait, watashi no ai, watch me bond with your lover.

[ Translation: my love ]

A/N: I thought this Chapter would be confusing so I used the underscore to signify thoughts. I do hope this aids. Let me know if it does in the comment section. Thank you and enjoy reading! (Kisses & love)