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

Chapter 38

Present 

Camille

It had been two days since I saw Scott. He was hurt that night. There were only a few weeks left for his and Maura’s wedding, and their news was all over the media. Everyone was waiting for their lavish wedding ceremony. I didn’t want Scott to get married to Maura, but it was his choice. I didn’t understand why he wanted to be with her when he didn’t love her. He was forced to be in that relationship. Maura appeared to be happy, but Scott… I sighed and shook away his thoughts. 

 

“You haven’t touched your coffee,” Conan said and pushed the coffee mug toward me. “What are you thinking?” 

 

“Nothing.” I sighed and grabbed a mug before bringing it to my mouth and taking a long sip. 

 

“You can talk to me, Cami.” He scanned my face as if he was reading my mind. “I don’t want you to hide anything from me. We’re friends, right?” I kept quiet, and my eyes fell on my mug because I was not comfortable sharing everything with him. “Cami?” 

 

“I was thinking about Scott.” I raised my eyes at him to meet his gaze. “I don’t understand our relationship. I don’t know what that is. I had never felt this puzzle before. He just told me he didn’t like Muara, and he is into me…” 

 

“What a bastard!” Conan hissed, clutching his coffee mug in his hand. “He is playing with your feelings. Why don’t you understand that? He just wants power over you. When he realized he had lost, he started to feed this bullshit into your head. I am well aware of his intention, Cami.” 

 

“What is his intention?” I asked with a frown. 

 

“He wants to hurt you.” Conan came closer to me. His expression hardened. “Hurt you so badly that you will never get over that. This is his intention.” 

 

“I just don’t know…” I closed my eyes briefly, letting out an exasperated sigh. “He appeared to be genuine when he said that.” 

 

Conan straightened himself, leaning against the chair. “Don’t forget he has won an Oscar for his acting, Cami. He knows how to act like a fucking real.” His jaw clenched harder. “Just control your stupid feeling and give it to a person who values it.” He closed his eyes, breathing hard. “Fuck! I have never been this angry for eight years. I’m sorry.” 

 

“No, it’s okay.” I forced a smile. 

 

“I’m angry at that bastard who is using you like tissue paper.” He leaned forward again, looking into my eyes. “I don’t know. I just can’t let him hurt you. No more hurt, Cami. Just be strong for yourself.” 

 

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Scott returned from Canada a day ago after filming his movie. He tried to talk to me, but I refused. I didn’t want to meet him. Conan was right. Maybe it was Scott’s other plan to hurt me. I didn’t want to end up devastated again. Kat told me Scott was asking about me, and it made me feel joyous. I shouldn’t have felt like this, but I couldn’t stop myself from feeling pleased. I knew it hurt him that night and it hurt me too, but after that he never contacted me and I wondered why. 

 

Conan was taking me to his farmhouse to spend the weekend. We would have been somewhere but the media would not let us, so we chose to go there. Since Maura was on shooting this weekend, I was free to go anywhere. I had no idea about Scott. He just arrived there. And I came with Conan. I was wondering if it would hurt him even more. No, probably not. He had Maura. Why did I always think about him when he never thought about me? 

 

“So, what is your plan?” I asked Conan who was driving the car. He looked charming in his casual get-up, navy blue tee with light blue jeans and a pair of boots. His jaw was clean-shaven and his hair was a bit messy. 

 

“What are you staring at?” Conan laughed, and I blushed hard. 

 

I shifted my gaze away from him, focusing my eyes on the window. “I’m thinking about how you found me attractive. You’ll get any woman.” 

 

“That’s the problem, you know.” He smiled when I looked at him. “I get one, but she doesn’t want me.” 

 

“Conan…” I rolled my eyes. “You deserve someone better than me.” 

 

“Yeah, I deserve someone as divine as you, Cami.” 

 

“I don’t want to be with you.” 

 

“But I want to be with you,” he said firmly. 

 

“You deserve love, Conan.” 

 

“I’m not looking for love, Cami. I’m looking for a woman as cute as you.” He grinned and my heart melted instantly. 

 

“Do you think I’m cute?” I looked down at myself with a frown. 

 

“Yeah, you’re the cutest sexy woman I have ever met.” 

 

“Cutest sexy?” I laughed at his odd name.

 

After a while, he parked the car in the garage of his farmhouse and got out. He opened the door for me. “You’re such a gentleman.” I smiled and hopped out of the car. 

 

“This gentleman is only for you, sweetheart.” Conan grinned and led me to his farmhouse. It was surrounded by tall trees and a beachfront view. The house had a slanting roof and a faint yellow color. As soon as I entered, I smelled fresh paint and wood as if it had just been furnished.

 

“Who is taking care of this house?” I asked while heading to the lawn. 

 

“Actually, this house belonged to my granddad and was looked after by his man. When he died, he transferred it to me, and I didn’t even check it once for five years. I just furnished it a week ago because I wanted to bring you here.” 

 

I felt my heart lighten with the sight of dancing grass and whirling flowers in gentle shimmering waves on the lawn. The wind was slow and gentle and the smell was sweet. I closed my eyes and inhaled long breaths. I didn’t know how many years later I would feel like this.

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