His Lethal Love by Monika Singh (short story to read txt) 📗

Chapter 22

Present

Scott

“What’s your fucking problem?” Archie barged into my office when he got the news about his production house. Swiveling my chair to see his pissed-off face, I split my lips into a smirk. I couldn’t explain why, but my hands were urging me to kill him right then and there. The first reason is when he asked Camille Davidson to be his girlfriend, while the second is when Conan set his eyes on her. “Why the fuck did you stop the production of my three movies?” 

 

The guards rushed inside before grabbing Archie and dragging him away from my office. “I’m sorry, sir.” 

 

I nodded with a smirk and motioned to them to take him out of my office. “Scott, stop them!” He yelled while trying to get rid of them. “Scott, you have my sister. Stop drooling over Camille and vent your rage on me. You’ll regret doing this. I know what you’re mad about. I know how you’ve been feeling yesterday. I know why. Come on Scott, you’re no teen boy.” 

 

After he had finished speaking, I jumped to my feet and charged at him. I was clenching my hands into fists as I struggled not to smash his nose with my fists. “Get him out!” I ordered the guards.

 

They quickly dragged him out, but Archie was too stubborn to cooperate with them. His eyes stayed fixed on me, glaring at me with the same fury. “You’ll not hurt her, Scott.” 

 

Sneering, I drew nearer to him, making him flinch from my narrowed eyes. “Damn it, I won’t stop until I ruin her.” I hissed in his face. “I will not hesitate to shut down your production company, either.” 

 

“You’ll regret it for the rest of your life.” 

 

"Garcia, I won’t regret my actions. But you will grieve as a result of getting closer to Camille Davidson. She’s just luring you."  

 

Archie gave me a tight smile when he said, “I’m so fond of her, and so is Conan Arthur.”

 

A grim expression was on my face as I shot him my most deadly gaze. “I’d hate to destroy your multimillion-dollar business if you did it.”. 

 

“It’s time for her to go, Scott. You’ve done enough damage.” 

 

I walked over to the floor-to-ceiling window, peering out at the busy highway. “Unfortunately, I cannot...” I said. “I would be doing my brother an injustice by letting her go."

 

Suddenly, his phone rang and the next moment, he said, “What?” I spun around to see his surprised look as slowly his expression turned from surprised to worried. “Have you checked the backyard? She often spends time there.” He paused as Kat’s voice buzzed over the phone. 

 

“She isn’t there either,” Kat said with disappointment in his voice. "I’ve checked every room, but Cami is nowhere to be found. I asked Maura but she will be taking a week off. I even drove to the nearby stores to check on her, but she wasn’t there. Archie, I am worried. Can you help me find her?" 

 

Archie clenched his jaw tightly as he glared at me angrily. Listening to their concern for my only enemy, I let a smirk slip across my face. 

 

“Don’t worry. I’ll be there right away.” He sighed heavily before hanging up. With his teeth clenched, Archie demanded, “What did you do to her this time?” 

 

Damn, I’ve never seen him angry. Camille was playing hard with these innocent people, wasn’t she? 

 

“I did nothing,” I said calmly and plopped into the chair before turning on my laptop. “Has he checked the hospital? She might go there to check on her brother.” 

 

“I gotta leave.” He rushed out of my office and I kept my eyes focused on my laptop screen. 

 

I glanced at my phone, noticing thirteen missed calls and twenty emails from my girlfriend. Sighing, I grabbed it and called her. She quickly received it as if she had been waiting for it for ages. 

 

“Hey, baby.” She chirped out. “What are you doing?” 

 

“I have been busy since morning. I’m sorry I didn’t check your calls.” 

 

“No, it’s fine. I just want to ask if you are free to take me on a date?” 

 

“You know, I cannot…” I groaned. 

 

“It’s been a long time since we last hung out together.” 

 

“Have you forgotten about Norway?” I asked her and waited for her response, but she said nothing. “Okay, get ready at 7 p.m.” 

 

“Oh my goodness, thank you, baby.” I smiled when I heard her joyful voice. 

 

“See you, then.” I hung up before she raised her demands and put down the phone. 

 

With my fingers running through my hair, I closed my eyes and leaned against the chair. Flames of anger shot through me when her images with him flickered in my head. I could practically hear Camille’s laugh when Conan told her some bullshit jokes. They looked so happy together. For a few moments, she forgot I had messed her life up and her brother was dying. She looked alive and glorious with him. My chest tightened when I imagined Conan kissing, and touching her in the car when they were alone. 

 

“Damn it!” I hissed while throwing my fist against the table. “Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!” 

 

I never want her to be happy! 

 

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I found out Camille Davidson had been missing for 26 hours. I was neither concerned nor happy about this information. In the end, she was my predator, and no one had the right to hurt her. As Maura slept next to me, her breasts pressed against my shoulder and her slender arm rested against my chest. 

 

Signing, I laid her in a comfortable position. In her dream, she groaned and mumbled something like a baby. Even in her sleeping position, she looked graceful and stunning. Sitting against the headboard I grabbed my phone and called my private investigator. While I thought Archie and Katie would find her, it appeared I would need to ask for the detective’s help. 

 

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