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

“Scott, what are you doing?” Maura muttered, and I noticed her eyes were focused on the flash of my phone’s screen. 

 

“Sorting out some stuff.” I scrolled down the screen. 

 

“It’s two in the morning, for goodness’ sake. Get to bed.” 

 

“You go, I can’t,” I whispered as I punched the detective’s number. 

 

“Umm…” she plopped her head down on the pillow and fell asleep again. 

 

Leaving my bed, I stepped out onto the balcony and breathed in the fresh night air. There were no stars nor moon in the sky as darkness enveloped everything. However, I could smell fresh pines and flowers. 

 

“Mr. Martinez,” the detective said once he received my call in two rings. 

 

“Mr. Doyle…” 

 

“How can I help you?” 

 

“I need you to find somebody.” 

 

“Who?” 

 

“My…” I pursed my lips, thinking of the right word. “My friend.” 

 

“Okay.” 

 

“She’s been missing for a day. Her phone is unreachable and her belongings are still in the house. I wonder if someone has kidnapped her.” 

 

“Give me her details and I’ll start my duty immediately.” 

 

“Thanks, Mr. Doyle.” 

 

“Anytime.” 

 

I quickly sent him Camille's picture and her details before letting out a long sigh and lying next to my girlfriend.

 

After a while, 

 

It had been hours, but I had heard nothing from the detector. I was having breakfast with Maura as she was sitting across from me drinking her black coffee. 

 

“You look distracted.” Maura’s voice grabbed my attention as I looked at her. 

 

“Work pressure.” 

 

“It’s always been, but this time you look quite different. Don’t lie to me. I’ve been living with you for fifteen years.”

 

“I stopped production of Archie’s three movies.” 

 

“Why?” she asked, staring at me. “Were they not working well?” 

 

“They were, but I don’t like him bringing Camille to the party. It got into my nerves.”

 

“You sound jealous.” 

 

“Oh, really?” I sneered, making her wince. 

 

“I think you need some rest,” she mumbled. “You look exhausted.” My jaw clenched as I ran my fingers through my hair, saying nothing. After a moment, she stood up and approached me, running her fingers through my hair lovingly. I forced a smile when she planted a soft kiss on my nape. “Are you okay, honey?” 

 

“Yup.” I tried to sound cool. 

 

“Wanna blow job?” She grinned. 

 

“Hell, no!” I broke into a chuckle as I wrapped my arm around her waist and sat her in my lap. 

 

“Sometimes you make me think strange things.” She clasped her hands around my neck while pressing her lips against mine. 

 

I kissed her back. “Such as…” 

 

“Umm…” she thought for a moment before looking at me. “Like you don’t like me and don’t want to live with me.” 

 

“Goddamnit, I made you feel this way.”

 

Suddenly, my phone buzzed out as I snatched it off the table and glanced at the number. It was a detective. “Excuse me.” I nodded to Maura while leaving her alone in the dining room. 

 

“Any good news?” I asked him. 

 

“We found her.” 

 

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After pulling up to the graveyard’s driveway, I got out of the car. She spent the past twenty-six hours at her mother’s grave. I didn’t know what drew me to her. Sliding my hands inside the pockets of my pants, I entered. The wind was howling in a deserted place. As I walked dried leaves and flowers crunched beneath my shoes. 

 

“Please, no!” I froze in shock when I heard Camille laughing. The sight of her with Conan Arthur made my nostrils flare up. They were sitting on the bench laughing together. 

 

“How old was she, by the way?” Conan asked her about Christian Davidson. 

 

Camille’s eyes lowered as despair swept over her. “Thirty-six.” 

 

“My goodness! I bet she was stunning.” Conan grinned as my fist tightened. 

 

Fucker! 

 

“She’s the most beautiful woman I've ever seen,” Camille mumbled, looking lost for a moment. 

 

“Shit! I wish I could see her.” 

 

“I’ve got her pictures.” 

 

“Well, I’d like to see her.” 

 

Camille swiped the screen of her phone and displayed her mother’s photos. 

 

“Jesus Christ! I would date her if she were alive. Looking at those stunning eyes almost melts my heart.” He winked. “Well, show me this one...” Conan looked at something carefully before blurting out, “Isn’t that Scott Martinez? Do you know him?” 

 

I moved closer to them. “That’s his brother Samuel Martinez.” 

 

“Wow! He has a brother with the same face.” 

 

“He’s his twin brother.” 

 

“So why do you keep his snaps?” 

 

“He was my boyfriend.” 

 

“Damn! Really?” Conan exclaimed. “That means my chances have gone…” he paused. “Wait, you said he was…” 

 

“He is dead,” Camille said with a hint of bitterness. 

 

“I’m sorry…” before Conan finished himself, Camille let out. 

 

“I killed him.” 

 

“What?” Conan’s jaw dropped as he gazed at her with a puzzled expression. 

 

“Trust me, he deserved to die.” 

 

I was struggling to contain my fury. Just before I could mess up, I turned around and headed out. I got behind the wheel and drove off. 

 

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