Chapter 3

Daphne's POV

I heaved a sigh of relief and put my phone away on the bed.

My mistress has just reminded me the reason why I'm here. To eliminate her greatest nemesis.

She told me that he is a dangerous mafia and that I should be careful with carrying out the mission.

If only I knew it was the Alex I knew from my childhood, I would have probably backed down on the deal.

But the thing is that I need money to claim back my son from my ex.

"Huh!" I sighed as the thought of him drives me nuts.

I caught Drake cheating on me and instead of admitting his mistakes, he filed a divorce.

And I can't believe I've been the one in love with him and not the other way around.

I sniffled and thought of my son Nathan.

I'm doing this for him.

If killing my crush is the only option I have to get him back and pay Drake what I owe him, then I'm willing to do just that.

I pulled my shoes off my feet and exhaled deeply.

I walked into the bathroom to have my bath as it was necessary to do so.

I took off my dress and my undies to have a warm shower.

The bathroom was spacious and had designs driven by the sumptuousness of it's owner.

Alex sure has good taste for perfect designs.

The ceilings were high and the windows large, unlike any I have ever seen.

I put on the shower and let the warm water splash upon my skin.

My hands rubbed upon my skin, feeling the warmth of the haptic water that cascaded down from the shower.

I took the soap out of it's bar and began rubbing it on my drenched skin.

The sponge was soft and washed my slippery skin.

The running shower washed me off the soapy water instantly.

I hummed softly and put off the shower once I was fully washed.

I was totally drenched and need to be dry.

I grabbed a clean towel and dried my body and hair.

Walking out of the bathroom with the towel rapped around my breast to my thigh.

I wonder why the room had makeup items on the makeup stand?

I walked further to the wardrobe and got it open to see if I could find some clothes to put on.

There was a lady's clothes stuck in it.

This room certainly belonged to his ex wife.

Did he make a mistake in giving me the room?

Or does he want to keep the memories of his wife alive?

If he misses her so much, then why did he kill her?

I don't get the whole scenario.

Mistress Tiana, made it clear to me that he was in his right senses before murdering her. At least he thought he did.

Well, unfortunately for him, she survived.

Could it be that he has an urge to kill?

I should be cautious of my movements then, I should be the one to kill him and not the other way round.

I picked a fancy shirt and cargo pants from the wardrobe.

His wife surely is a crazy dresser. Her tomboy's outfit says it all.

I applied cream on my light skin and put on the clothes.

Strolling out of my room, I walked down the stairs to go make breakfast.

The kitchen seemed to be an abandoned area. It appears he hasn't come into his kitchen for months or even a year. Such a loner.

Well, it's great that I'm here now to put an end to his misery.

Once he's laid in his grave, he'd be rest assured.

Gosh! The kitchen needs a proper dust.

I groaned and went to check out the fridge.

Chocolate and canned food including chickens.

Ah! I'm starving.

I took out some chicken and noodles and went to warm it on the gas stove.

While the food was heating, I began to tidy up the kitchen.

I didn't stop mumbling until I was done cleaning. 

I was hired as a therapist not a cleaner. And the real deal still remains assassinating him.

I put out the fire and set the meal on two plates, one for each of us.

Furthermore, I carried two milkshakes from the fridge.

They were like rocks as there were frozen.

I put them in the heat to melt a little.

Smiles were on my face when I saw the neat kitchen. 

I did a good job. I remarked.

I set the meals and drinks on a tray and made my way out of the kitchen.

I came to the dinning table and put the meal there on it.

Sitting down on one of the seats, I dug my fork into the noodles and began to eat.

I took out my phone and scrolled through pictures of other hits whom I'm to kill.

The soft noodles slipped through my lips and rested on my tongue while I chew them down my throat.

I had another prey that lives in the next street.

I'll just handle him tonight. I say enjoying the meal.

I drank from the milkshake and washed my mouth with it.

I heaved a sigh of relief as I was satisfied.

My eyes monitored the stairs at a distance, I was expecting Alex to walk down from them.

However, he was not forth coming.

He probably should be hungry. He fell down hard yesterday and needs to gain strength a little.

It's not like I'm in love with him or anything, no definitely not. Neither do I care.

I just need to gain his trust first, before carrying out any action.

Besides , he was only my crush in the past and it's 30 days to kill him. I have all the time in the world to joke around.

I just want to toy with him for a little while.

I picked up his plate and milkshake and walked away to go serve him there.

I climbed up the stairs and appeared on the hallway.

His room was opposite mine, I am sure of it. I saw him entering there.

I placed a knock on the door and waited for his response.

His response wasn't forth coming, neither was he getting the door open.

I don't know why I was still standing there. I should have just taken the food back downstairs, but I decided to open the door myself.

Pacing gently into his room, I called his name gently.

He wasn't in his room which seemed surprising.

Where could he have gone?

I walked up to his bed and dropped the food on the bed.

His clothes were lying around all over the room. 

I wasn't surprised by his lack of composure anymore. I've seen enough of it.

His closet was opened and in it, were classy clothes—mostly suits.

My eyes was unsteady in it's gaze. Looking at everything in the room one after another.

It seems to have detected a lot of billionaires at every accessories.

How did Alex get so freaking rich.

Now, I'll have to do a background check on him.

A door attached to a corner of the wall suddenly opened.

It was his bathroom door. I didn't expect him to be there. Thought he was totally away.

I froze in my posture, as it was too late for me to leave the room.

If only I could do so, before he sees me.

He walked out of the bathroom with a drenched body while drops of water flowed down his body and dripped on the floor.

He was totally naked revealing all his manly features.