Well, that’s just how it is.
It’s true that she didn’t always appear. She wasn’t interfering in serious situations, but when she wanted to step in… it was bad. I learned my lesson the hard way. From when I had to live with the memory that I killed a man with my own hands, even though I don’t remember the whole story.
Technically, they were my hands…
How much I washed the blood off me that night… I think I stayed for a minimum of two hours crying and trying to remove his death from me.
While I was trying to tell you how sorry I was, and that I didn’t know what could happen.
I missed work for a full week because of you, you stupid bitch! I started taking antidepressants until a pharmacist recommended that I shouldn’t throw away my money on meds and start going to the gym. Her son had depression, and the gym really helped him switch the disease that ate his soul for lifting weights.
And that is what I did. With the money that would’ve bought one month of meds, I paid for a gym membership and a personal trainer. That’s how I met Cora. The toughest trainer I’ve ever seen. She even made the men cry next to the machines.
The pain beat the depression. I also ended up in the best physical shape of my life, which I still maintain. Unfortunately, I was doing my training alone for a whole, because Marshall set up a room full of fitness machines at…ourhome. He told me he did it for the good of both of us, especially at how much the muscle-heads were staring at my well-defined curves.
“Hey, are you still there?” Lucas wakes me up from my memories. “Are you ok?”
“Yes, yes, I’m fine. Sorry,” I tell him, putting the beautiful memories in a corner of my mind.
“Ok. As I was saying when you weren’t paying attention, I know about Anora because… I bugged your house. And before you say anything, I did it because you made me worry a lot," he says when I’m about to scream at him, and that stops me. “You were talking to yourself, and I thought that you also had a killer second personality, as I had.Lycos. But this is not about me. Anyway, I wanted to intervene when she started controlling you, but I saw from a distance how well you kept her hidden. Especially in that sexy costume while lifting weights,” Lucas winks at me, and I feel my cheeks burning.
One of the admirers from the gym I didn’t even think about.
“I don’t know what is happening here, but I want you to stop this discussion with sexual tension and take it into a room if you want. I don’t wanna see you licking in front of me, please,” Paul says. “It’s enough to know that my ex-fiancé was a lunatic woman working for an even crazier asshole and that Anmara has a twin sister inside of her as insane as the two of them.”
“I have to agree with Paul,” Blake says, making me roll my eyes. “Even if I really wanted to see you in that costume,” he winks at me.
“Be careful with what you say, brother,” Lucas growls. “You’ll get tied up sooner than needed.”
“Ok, ok. I didn’t know you were her boyfriend already,” he puts his hands up as he was surrendering, and I laugh.
“He’s not my boyfriend.”
“Not yet,” Lucas smiles. “We will talk later about that. Now tell us about your plan.”
“I will need your help, even if I fought with myself to not implicate you. That’s why I told you about her.Wemade a plan where you’re all contributing. Almost all of you. But for it to work, I will need to let Anora free at the right moment.”
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Apparently, we were all hungry, even after my story.
It seemed that Blake was the one cooking for us, and he already knew that my fridge and kitchen cabinets were stocked with lots of groceries from which he could prepare a multitude of dishes.
He made us something quick and simple, watched by Lucas to protect our food from the idiotic version of Blake. Fortunately, it wasn’t the case, and we got ourselves a good cooked meal.
We took turns showering to get the traces of the blood that wasn’t ours off ourselves. At least I couldn’t resist it anymore.
I remembered while I was showering that I had no idea what Lucas did with Marshall’s body. Same with the one… I killed. But I was too tired to question him about it. I just needed some good night's sleep.
Paul took over the bed in the safe room. He was too wounded to share it with anyone else and needed enough space to get better. I also cleaned his wound again and put some solution on it to help it heal faster, as I finally found the first-aid kit that I lost among my things, then bandaged him.
Blake captured the sofa, but because it was just for one person, he was the only one who could sleep there.
So I get to share my bed with Lucas. I don’t want either of us to go to Marshall’s apartment. The only logical option is to sleep next to him.
It’s not like we could do something, given the rooms surrounding us.
He embraces me from behind, and I immerse myself in his warmth. I’m already half-asleep, but his hand has other plans. It starts going over my leg from under my pyjama shorts up to the edge of my lingerie. I try not to make a sound, but a small whimper still gets out of my vocal cords when he touches the thin piece of material directly on my clit.
