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16. First Date
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I Would Kill for you, Baby 17. Yes, Daddy
MadisonI swear that squirrel is staring at us…“Victor…” I make eye contact with him, panting while searching his face. “As beautiful as it is out here, I’m not having sex with you in the forest. There are ants everywhere.”His lips curve. “How about in the car, then?”“What? Are you crazy? There are people everywhere in the parking lot!”Victor pauses as if listening, and when we hear the faint sound of people getting shot on the paintball field, he grins. “I think most people are too busy playing, and come on, my windows are tinted—no one will know.”I sink my teeth into my bottom lip, considering it. It’s true that Victor is driving around with an absurdly large black car, and since his windows are tinted, no one would hear us. The only problem is that I’m a prude, but at the same time, my panties are wet. I’m hot and bothered, aroused from the simple thought of being pressed down and taken from behind by the hot Adonis I’m on a date with. I sigh. “Fine, let’s have sex in your ca
I Would Kill for you, Baby 18. Dating Him?
MadisonI've had a wonderful day with Victor. He has been nothing but charming toward me, and now, when he is driving me home, I feel sad. I would love to spend the night together with him. Waking up to his beautiful face and lovely blue eyes would be heaven, but I realize it's too early to expect that kind of commitment from him. I might not even get a kiss before we bid our farewells...Pouting at my inner thoughts, I glance at Victor. He is staring ahead and focusing on the road, and my chest tightens. There is a permanent flutter in my chest that won't go away whenever I'm around him. Will it become a problem?Suddenly, Victor throws me a questioning look. "What is it?"I blush and avert my eyes. "Nothing...I just...umm...spaced out for a moment there. Sorry."Victor arches an eyebrow, but he doesn't say anything else. He makes a right turn, and I feel slightly disappointed when I see my brother's apartment. I don't want to go home..."Umm..." Victor looks back at me. "Should I dr
I Would Kill for you, Baby 19. Trouble in paradise
Madison My lips part as I look at my brother’s calm face. He asked me a simple question, and I know I should answer him, but I can’t be honest. Victor wishes to keep it a secret that I’m dating him, and I respect that. Stanley can be left in the dark for now, even if it makes me feel guilty since he just opened up to me. I sigh and blink when the streetlights come to life above our heads. It’s getting dark outside, yet Stanley makes no move to get up from the park bench. His eyes are intense and patiently waiting for my answer, so I lie to him. “No, where did you get that strange idea from? Victor and I are definitely not dating. He is like a brother to me!” I shake my head and snort, hoping to convince him. “The three of us grew up together—it would be so weird to date Victor! He is also your best friend and dating your brother’s best friend? Nah, thank you. That’s another weird thing to do, right?” Stanley nods and says, “I see,” but despite his words, his eyes narrow as if he s
I Would Kill for you, Baby 20. Don't Scream
Madison "What got you down this morning?" I look up and force a smile at Frida. "Nothing, I'm fine." "Bullshit. I can see it all over your face. You are upset about something. Besides, you keep messing up this morning and nearly overcooked the pastries," Frida says and narrows her eyes at me. I sigh. I don't have a lot of people to talk to, so I might as well confide in Frida. "I had a fight with Stanley last night. Well, not exactly a fight, but worse." "Stanley? Who is that? A new boyfriend?" Frida's eyes sparkle with curiosity. "Gosh, no. Stanley is my older brother, and he also happens to be Victor's best friend." I groan. Frida nods in understanding. "Ah, let me guess. Bro found out about your hanky panky with the boss, and now bro is upset." My face turns bright red, and I hang my head. "Yeah, something like that. And now Stanley is furious with me, and I don't know how to fix things." Frida puts a hand on my shoulder. "Well, nothing serious happened between Victor and
I Would Kill for you, Baby 21. Clean up the Mess
Madison When I see Gustaf's bloodshot eyes and smell his sour, alcoholic breath, all I want to do is scream. But the sound gets muffled when he presses his filthy hand harder against my mouth while pulling me to him. Does this guy ever shower? There is a putrid smell on his skin as if he has been digging in his own ass. Disgusting. "Aw, did you just try to scream?" Gustaf scoffs mockingly as he tightens his hold on me. "Well, too damn bad because no one will be coming for you this time!" He laughs like a madman and drags me toward the stairs with horrifying strength that I stand no chance of fighting against. That doesn't stop me from trying, though. The first thing I do is try to stomp his feet, but he is wearing boots, and it proves ineffective. So I change my tactics and try to bite his arm—unwillingly tasting the filth that clings to him like a second skin. Tears prickle behind my eyelids, but I bite harder until Gustaf finally releases me. "You fucking bitch!" he pushes me
I Would Kill for you, Baby 22. He is Hot
Madison When Victor’s strange friends come to take Gustaf away from the stair house, I’m not allowed anywhere near them. It shocks me. Stanley is acting as if the men are part of a criminal organization or something. Still, I won’t complain. My brother beat the crap out of Gustaf, and if this is the way to prevent jail time for Stanley, then I will turn a blind eye to what is happening downstairs. Instead, I sip my tea and hum to myself while the men throw Gustaf into the trunk of a big black SUV outside the apartment. I scroll a little on my phone and glance up when I hear the doorbell ring. Stanley chooses that moment to stroll into the kitchen while only wearing his goddamn boxers. “Are you expecting someone?” “No, and put on some clothes, will you?” My brother rolls his eyes at me, and I gasp when I see him stealing my energy drink from the fridge. “Hey!” I exclaim. “I was saving that!” Stanley smirks. “Well, too fucking bad…” I glare at him, and he gives me a wink before
I Would Kill for you, Baby 23. Down with Sickness
Victor I wake up with a terrible headache this morning. My nose feels a bit stuffy, and my throat is starting to feel scratchy. I hope it's just a stupid cold and not something more serious. Fuck, I don't have time to get sick. My phone keep ringing nonstop as soon as I open my eyes this morning. Part of me wants to ignore it and go back to sleep, but the other part of me knows I cannot do that. I have responsibilities as the boss and have people counting on me. I grab the phone and call Marco back. "What is it?" I bark. Marco sounds surprised at my abruptness. "Sorry, boss. I didn't mean to bother you on your off day, but this is urgent." "What is it?" "It's Tony's brother. He found out where our headquarters and causing problems," Marco sounds frustrated. I groan. I really don't have the patience to deal with some kid. "What kind of problems? I need more details, Marc." "He showed up at the gate and started threatening the guards. Talking about how he knows we killed his br
I Would Kill for you, Baby 24. I am Sick
Madison This is the first time I visit Victor at his mansion, and my eyes are close to popping out of their sockets. How the heck could he afford this place?! Victor’s mansion looks like a Getty Images picture. It’s white and gorgeous, with a large pool before its grand doors. There are lights around it so you can take a late-night swim, and palm trees in pots are placed everywhere as decoration. I swallow. My boyfriend is this rich, yet he is choosing to date a street rat like me? I mean, Jesus, just look at the details on the door! That thing must have cost him a fortune! As I stand there, marveling at everything, the mansion’s doors open to reveal a butler. He has pouty lips and a bald spot on top of his head. Wrinkles cover his face, and he doesn’t look friendly. If anything, everything about him screams pompous bastard, especially since he holds his hands perfectly folded. When he sees me, he wrinkles his nose as if disgusted. “I’m sorry, but this is a private estate. Begg
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