My Sweet Punishment by Amelia Brooks (little red riding hood ebook free .TXT) 📗

Henry, of course, was not present at this fun event either. He’ll probably have a better company now.

No! I don’t care where he is or with whom. That’s it.

Damn it… Even after the betrayal of my ex-boyfriend, whom I had been dating for almost a year, I did not suffer so much. When will I finally let go of this obsession…

It became so sad and dully again that I even wanted to get drunk. But knowing the uncontrollable reaction of my body to these entertainment drinks, I decided not to risk it.

Although... Maybe just a little... for relaxation. I glanced suspiciously at a nearby strawberry cocktail and was about to reach for it when the phone vibrated. Oh, a new message.

Julia: “Mia, I urgently need your help! Go up to the roof of the club. I’m there now. But do it quickly!!!”

What happened? I tried to call the girl, but time after time she just deliberately hung up on me. What the hell is this?

I couldn’t think of anything better to do, so I grabbed my fork from the table. For self-defense. You never know... I don’t like this whole situation. Quickly throwing on my coat and hiding the cold weapon in a pocket, I ran to the roof to look for my friend.

I got to the place without any issues, but when I opened the massive door and stepped out onto the spacious landing, I just froze.

I probably looked like the hero of Munch’s famous painting “The Scream”. The same bulging eyes and open mouth.

The reason for my shock was an ordinary gazebo, right in the middle of the roof! Well, not as ordinary. Almost the same gazebo was that evening at the party of Olivia’s father. Or maybe it is the same one. Only now, it was beautifully decorated with gold garlands and red roses.

The snow was falling in big fluffy flakes from the night sky, lit by dim lanterns and flickering lights, covering someone’s tracks.

White snow and scarlet flowers. Crazy contrast, but it is so fascinating, that I goosebumps. Where did such beauty come from?

And I complained about the lack of a festive mood. Well, now I’m literally in a fairy tale!

Hmm... but still not clear is it a good one. So far, I don’t dismiss the possibility that at any moment, some serial killer in a snowman mask might jump out from around the corner. Well, really. There were always enough madmen.

In addition, another reason for my wariness was added by the fact Julia was not on the roof.

Quietly on tiptoe, trying to keep the snow from crunching too loudly under my feet, I went to the gazebo and carefully looked inside. My heart sank for a moment when my eyes bumped into the broad back of a man in a black coat.

“Hello, Mia.”

I flinched when a sickeningly familiar voice rang out and the stranger slowly turned around.

Henry.