I stood at the window of my room holding a cup of coffee, looking down at the two people who are members of my hate list.
My stepbrother, Jackson, stood at the edge of the driver's seat door of his car, waiting for his girlfriend, Rhea, to come down from the car. Impatience was written all over Jackson's face as he waited for her to come down from the car.
I quickly moved my eyes to the passenger side of the car, looking at the graceful figure seated inside. She looked mad, maybe from Jackson's refusal to open the car door for her. I've always heard them arguing about it.
Rhea waited for a few minutes, and after seeing Jackson wasn't going to open the door, she begrudgingly pushed it open.
I watched with bated breath as she alighted from the car, each movement slow and deliberate as if time itself held its breath.
I watched with full attention as her slender leg emerged, heels clicking softly against the floor, followed by the face that appeared in ninety-nine percent of my dreams.
She stepped out of the car looking dangerously beautiful with her long red hair moving with the kind of control that made it hard to tell if she was cautious or simply confident, but judging from the intel I have on her, I'll say she's confident. Then she looked up in my direction as if knowing I was watching her.
She wore a black satin dress that hugged her body beautifully.
I didn't bother to move, and I wasn't flustered because I knew she could sense that I was watching them.
A frown formed on her face as she looked in the direction of my room, looking straight into my eyes.
I stood straight, holding her eyes. I always loved looking into her eyes, but it never lasts long, so I try to enjoy it whenever I get the opportunity, but as usual, she breaks our contact quickly
She turned, looking at Jackson, who started walking towards the main door, complaining about how she was too slow and was wasting his time.
"Put yourself together, Leonard," I said to myself. "She's the enemy here."
Sometimes I sit wondering why she loves Jackson.
It's very clear to everyone that Jackson doesn't like her and is just with her because she's beautiful and her family is influential, but I guess beauty is in the eyes of the beholder.
I watched her move to follow Jackson, and I kept watching even after she was out of sight. I sighed, knowing this obsession would be going to my grave with me, but it wouldn't stop me from finding out what happened to my mother and getting my revenge.
I went to my work table and pulled out a document. Looking at the list of people on my hate list, I looked at the name on the top of the list: "Rhea Hampton." I felt a mixture of emotions saying that name out loud.
Rhea Hampton
Thinking about the day that started my obsession, I felt goosebumps on my skin.
I was about to sink into the memories of torture when I heard the sound of Jackson's door opening
I went to my bed to listen to their conversations
Jackson's room is beside mine, and I can hear some of his conversations through the wall, and his bed is right next to mine
I listened to the sound of the shower, and judging by the click of heels in the room, I knew it was Jackson having a shower.
I relaxed a little and was about to sleep off when I heard her voice.
She wasn't talking or singing. She was fucking moaning
I recognize that sound anytime, any day.
I felt the area below my belt tighten
I felt my breath become fast and harsh as I imagined her on top of me making those sweet noises
I couldn't control my body and felt my hand moving to the area below my belt
I was about to touch myself, but then I heard Jackson's voice, and it was as if I was thrown into a pool of ice water
I quickly jumped from my bed and entered the shower
Switching on the cold water and standing under it, I let my mind cool down.
Fuck I can't believe I let myself get tempted again.
I stayed under the shower for twenty minutes before getting out.
I walked into my closet, the silence pressing in around me.
Running my fingers along the rows of suits, I pulled out a brown one, then a black. After a moment's pause, I added a bold red tie to the mix.
Grabbing my car keys after putting on my suit, I turned to put on my shoes when I heard a knock on the door.
Wondering who it might be, I opened the door, and the first thing i saw was the flash of red hair
I was taken aback cause she was the last person i expected to see
I remained quiet, looking at the beautiful figure in front of me
My eyes locked onto the red necklace around her neck, and a wave of anger surged through me
"Mia said I should call you for breakfast," Rhea said, in that intoxicating voice I both crave and can't stand to hear.
I didn't say anything and kept looking at her
She stood looking back at me
"Aren't you going to say anything? "Maybe an 'okay' or 'thank you' might be the best," she said
Ignoring her, I stepped out of the door, locked it, and proceeded to move to the stairs leading to the dining
"Some people might think you are really mute," Rhea said loudly as she passed me going down the stairs.
I smiled as I admired her back and the way she kept shaking her ass
One think I like about her is that she isn't afraid to say anything she wants to say
Entering the dining room, I saw my dad, Henry, seated at the edge of the table. Jackson sat at his right, and Rhea sat next to Jackson, giving me looks like she can't wait to slice my head off my body.
Ignoring her, I went to my usual position, my father's left side, and sat down
Looking at the right-hand side where Jackson sat, I felt anger bubbling inside me, and it only intensified when I saw the person sitting closer to him.
That spot belongs to my mother, and looking at two people that played a role in her currently being missing, I vowed to destroy them.
Sometimes I felt like a failure for lusting after someone that caused my mother pain.