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

Chapter 36

Present 

Camille

“What are you doing?” I gasped when he played with the zip of my gown. I felt a tingly feeling all over my body when his rough hand brushed my bare skin. I liked his touch. I liked his stiff hand caressing my back. His warm breath was blowing across my neck. “Go away, Maura will be here at any second.” I hissed out when he didn’t remove his hand from my back. 

 

“I told you before that I didn’t give a damn about her,” he whispered into my ear. 

 

“You’re cheating on her.” 

 

“Okay, so I’ve been cheating on her,” he said. “I’ve always wondered how I could always stick with someone I’ve never loved once.” He continued to stare into my eyes in the mirror. His lips curled up into a sad smile. “I was nothing but a cheater to her, Cam. And I was a cheater because of you.” 

 

“Scott, what are you talking about?” I grabbed his hand and removed it from my back before turning around to face him. “Get out. I need to change.” 

 

“Then change it.” He smirked, peering up and down at me. “I’m here.” 

 

“There’s no way I’m doing this in front of you.” I gritted my teeth out. “Now leave.” 

 

“Either you change in front of my eyes or step out in this gown.” 

 

“I don’t ask for options.” 

 

“Neither do I give you one.” 

 

“Camille!” Maura called out from outside. 

 

“I am going to...” Before I could respond, Scott closed my mouth with his hand and shut me up. With wide eyes, I glared at him as he hovered over me, his breath blowing across my hair. 

 

“Don’t you dare?” He mouthed and shoved me into the wall. 

 

“Camille!” she called out again, and I fought Scott to break myself free from him, but he didn’t let me budge from my place. “Where the fuck are you?”

 

I shivered when Scott took the last step, filling the small gap between us. Our bodies pressed together. I was sweating “like” a sinner in church, and Scott looked “cool” in his three-piece suit. I wondered if he ever sweated. 

 

“You look sexy.” His eyes followed the droplet of sweat running between my cleavage. “While sweating.” 

 

“I need to change this gown,” I shouted with irritation. 

 

He slid a hand behind my back and was about to unzip it when he asked, “May I help you?”. 

 

“No!” 

 

Taking a moment of pause and looking at me, he said, “I’m just trying to be kind.” 

 

“There’s no need for your help. So, go!” I tried to shove him away, but he didn’t move from his spot.

 

“I was waiting for you last night.” His jaw clenched harder. “Where were you?” I lowered my gaze as my heart raced. When I didn’t speak, he grabbed my forearm and made me look at him. His eyes burned into mine. “Tell me, Cam. I told you what kind of person he is, but still…” 

 

“But still what?” I charged. “Conan makes me happy. I want to be with him. He is a kind person and I know he will never break my heart. What’s your problem, huh? Can’t you see me happy?”

 

“No!” he snapped. His face contorted with rage. 

 

“Why?” I asked, trying to hold back my tears. 

 

“Because I want to make you happy.” He breathed hard, looking away. We fell quiet for a while before he looked back at me. “For a while, I wish to let go of everything, Cam. Everything. I want to forget how you treated me eight years ago. I want to forget how your family treated my father and brother. I want to put behind me how unfair your mother was. I want to forget about the brutal murder of my brother. I want to forget how my father died of cardiac arrest. I want to forget how mess I had become once you were gone. I want to forget our past…” he took a long inhale as if it took all his strength. 

 

“What do you want to remember?” I whispered. 

 

“You.” I noticed his trembling fists. “Only you. I just don’t know…” he shook his head, running his shaky fingers through his hair. “I didn’t realize your value until Conan came into your life. Seeing you with him feels like pure torture. I don’t understand what is fucking wrong with me.” 

 

“What is it, Scott?” I asked. My voice was barely audible. “Have you ever felt it before?”

 

 

 

“Yeah.” he sighed heavily and his expression was marked by grief. “I felt it before.”

 

“When?” 

 

“It was eight years ago when you were with Samuel.” He struggled to meet my gaze. “I wish I could tell you I’m glad you’ll stay with me.” 

 

When I said nothing he raised his eyes at me. “Cam, I need a small part of you. I’ve always wanted it since the day I saw you. I’ve always wanted to own something from you. Are you willing to give me that?” 

 

I looked down.

 

“I know you will never…” he stepped back, letting me breathe. 

 

“I’m…” I chewed the corner of my lips nervously. “I can’t forget Samuel.” 

 

He scoffed and stepped further away from me. It irritated me that his warmth was fading with every step. 

 

 

 

“Can you help me forget him? I want to forget him.” I asked, making him surprised. 

 

Without responding, he clicked the door open and left me. 

 

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I was lying on the bed, trying to fall asleep, but couldn’t when all I thought about was Scott’s words. There was something in his voice. Something deep and painful. He wanted to forget everything so that he could get a small part of me. I had nothing to give him. All I was left with was misery and grief. 

 

I sighed heavily and closed my eyes but opened them at the same time when the door cracked open. I sat up straight and looked at the dark figure. 

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