The other thing about Tyler was she’s smaller than what I normally went for. She was a blonde, I normally went for brunettes. She was curved, I normally went for athletic women. She was everything in a woman that I didn’t desire, but I can’t fucking get the woman out of my head now that I had a taste of her. She didn’t help her cause by fucking with my head all those years ago. I made a point of never going anywhere near anyone that remotely resembled her. She truly was a witch in sexy high heels. A devil-woman who had haunted me since I was a young, naïve, stupid lovesick kid.
Yet I sat there watching her, without her knowledge, and I couldn’t help the way my dick twitched at the sight of her rounded ass as she bent over to take a look in one of my drawers. It was just there, fucking teasing me with its big, juicy cheeks ready for me to fucking take a bite out of. What I wouldn’t give to push her head into the wall and fuck her senseless. And she would love every fucking minute of it. I bet she was even waiting for me now. I bet even now, as she looked around the room to see if anyone was watching her, she was wondering if I’d appear and give her the fucking she truly desired.
I wanted to push my limits with her. I wanted to feel her pleasure. I wanted to feel her fear and her pain. I wanted to take as much as I could from her before destroying everything she held dear. She was a selfish, manipulative person who didn’t deserve happiness. She didn’t deserve to feel joy. She didn’t deserve to feel me but, just for a little while, she had me. Once I’d used her up and spat her out, I would go back to my life, but Tyler O’Shea? I would ruin her. I would take her apart piece by piece so that she’d never be able to mend herself.
I couldn’t help the smile that crept up on my face as Tyler’s shoulders dropped in defeat. She jumped a bit when she heard a noise, and I could tell her heart was racing against that perky chest of hers. In a sense, she was a marvel to watch. She had these certain idiosyncrasies which both annoyed and fascinated the hell out of me. She bit her fingernails when she was nervous—filthy, disgusting habit. She picked at her food a little too delicately. I know it was because she didn’t like to get her fingers dirty, but it drove me nuts. And the fucking killer was I couldn’t seem to help myself. I just sat there, glued to her every fucking move, like it was some kind of compulsion.
I shook my head, trying hard not to watch her. I didn’t need to watch her because I knew she would never find anything. I worked hard to cover all my tracks. What Tyler didn’t know about my family was we were wealthy. When my parents had me, they wanted as normal a life as possible. We moved and settled into a quiet life so they could give me as normal an upbringing as they could. But things changed one day and we had to move. My father was never one to dabble in the ordinary. Let’s just say that most of his earnings were never very legal. I kind of had my hunches, but never really knew until that day we had to move suddenly. All I was told was my father had a job up in Scotland and we had to move as quickly as possible. At first, I didn’t want to leave Tyler. It absolutely fucking killed me. But I went, as the dutiful son should, with the promise to come back to her. But it was once we had settled in a couple of months later and I wanted to come back for her that my parents told me about the letter sent to their enemy. I didn’t think Tyler knew, let alone betrayed me in that way. I simply had to go, I had to see it for myself. What she didn’t realise was I actually did go back, and it was then that I saw it. She fucked with my head so badly, I wouldn’t have cared whether I saw her again or not. But then my stupid, pathetic self pined for her. I pined so much, it caused arguments with my mum and dad. One night, it got so bad, I ran away. Then it happened. That was the night my parents were killed. It was that night that changed everything for me.
Shuddering, I looked away from Tyler in disgust. Every time I thought about it, I felt the anger rise like an unseen force. It just gripped me and took me by surprise, and there was only one thing I could do when I felt this way. It was time to hit the gym. I had to be focused tonight. I had a plan of action, and I had to make sure it went according to plan.
Time for the games to begin.
Chapter 15
Tyler
I felt deflated. There was nothing here. I could feel myself pouting as I stepped to the door. I wasn’t sure what room I was in, but it looked like an office. Everything in this house screamed old-fashioned, especially with its mahogany walls and high, decorative ceilings. All you could see for miles were very old, very expensive furnishings. The desk alone looked like it cost as much as I made in a year, maybe two.