Four

Phillip

I heard a knock on the door, sharp and deliberate, pulling me away from the financial columns of my newspaper.

“Come in,” I called out, barely lifting my eyes.

The door creaked open, and there she was—Tina, with her cleaning bucket and mop in tow.

“Good morning, sir,” she greeted softly. Her voice was laced with that peculiar politeness that I had come to notice over the past three days. She had been living under my roof, helping with the household chores, laughing and bonding with my ever-naive wife. And yet, there was something about her I couldn’t stand. Something… off.

I gave her a curt nod and returned to my paper, pretending not to notice her as she got to work.

But I noticed.

How could I not?

As she bent to sweep the floor, her short gown shifted, revealing smooth, golden thighs that seemed to shimmer under the morning light. Her movements were slow, deliberate, and torturous. The fabric of her dress clung to her in all the right places, outlining her curves as if it had been painted on. My heart pounded, and before I could stop it, I felt a stirring in my core that sent my mind into chaos.

I cleared my throat and tried to refocus on the paper, but the words blurred. My gaze betrayed me, drifting back to her swaying hips. Every sweep of the broom felt like a deliberate taunt, a test of my restraint.

I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Tina,” I called, my voice rasping with an edge I couldn’t mask.

She turned, startled. “Yes, sir?”

I crossed the room in three quick strides and grabbed her arm. Her eyes widened in shock as I pulled her close.

“S-sir, what are you doing?” she stammered, her voice quivering like a frightened bird.

I leaned in, inhaling the faint scent of lavender on her skin. “You know what I want,” I said, my voice low, dangerous.

“What?” she whispered, her confusion genuine as she took a step back.

“Don’t play coy,” I snapped. “You’ve been flaunting yourself, trying to seduce me.”

Her face paled. “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about! I’m just cleaning—”

“Enough!” I cut her off, my grip tightening. “You think I don’t notice the way you parade yourself around this house? Always laughing with my wife, dressing like this? You want me, don’t you?”

Her eyes filled with tears, and she shook her head vehemently. “No, sir! Please, let me go! I’m leaving today—I’m cleaning early because I didn’t want to leave without finishing my duties. I wasn’t trying to—”

“Lies!” I growled. My frustration boiled over, and before I could think, my hand collided with her cheek. She stumbled back, clutching her face in shock.

“You dare say no to me?” I roared, towering over her.

“I-I’m sorry, sir,” she whimpered, crawling backward on the floor like a cornered animal.

My rage cooled just enough to let me sneer. “Meet me at George’s Hotel tonight. Do not make me wait or I'll make your life miserable.”

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I sat in the dimly lit hotel room, pacing. My patience was wearing thin. Where was she? Did she think she could defy me? My threats were clear; if she ran, I’d ruin her life.

Just then, the intercom buzzed.

“Yes?” I barked.

“It’s me,” came Tina’s soft voice.

I smiled, a predatory grin. “Come in.”

The door opened, and Tina stepped inside.

"Why are you late?" I demanded.

She hesitated for a moment, shutting the door softly behind her. "I… I'm sorry, sir," she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper. But something was off. Instead of a sexy dress or some pitiable attempt to please me, she was dressed in all black—a jacket, trousers, and boots.

“What the hell is this?” I demanded, waving at her outfit. “Do you think this is some kind of joke?”

To my astonishment, Tina burst into laughter—a deep, mocking laugh that sent chills down my spine.

"What’s so funny about what I just said?" I asked, my confusion slowly giving way to irritation.

"Relax, dude. You’re way too loud," she said, her voice calm yet unnervingly confident. She strode over to the bed, sat down and crossed her legs like she owned the place.

What?

"How dare you speak to me like that?" I barked.

"Huh? And how else should I speak to a man who cheats on his wife?" she sneered, her eyes locking onto mine with a boldness I hadn’t seen before.

I felt a sharp pang of anger. "Mind your words, miss!"

"Why? What are you going to do? Hurt me? Like you tried to at home?"

 My eyes widened, i tried to say something but my mouth felt heavy. Where was this sudden courage coming from?. At that moment, I knew I had to do something to remind her of her place.

"Shut the hell up!" I shouted, raising my hand to slap her. But before I could make contact, she caught my wrist mid-air, her grip vice-like. With a flick of her wrist, she sent me flying across the room.

"Arrgh!" I screamed as I hit the floor, a sharp pain shooting through my arm. My right hand throbbed, and I realized, to my horror, it was broken.

What in the world just happened?

Tina stood over me, her lips curling into a mocking pout. "Oh dear, did I hurt you, sir?"

"You… you broke my hand!" I groaned, clutching my arm.

She chuckled, the sound cold and detached. "Oops, my bad. But actually, I wasn’t trying to hurt you. I was trying to kill you."

My heart stopped. "Wh…what?"

"Let me make it simple for you," she said, her voice dripping with malice. "I’m here to end your miserable existence."

Her laugh echoed through the room, sending a shiver down my spine.

I struggled to my feet, wobbling as pain radiated through my body. Was this some kind of nightmare?.

"You wanted to take advantage of me, didn’t you?" she hissed, her eyes narrowing. "How many others have you done this to? How many girls have you molested, hiding behind your money and power?"

"Don’t you dare—"

"Shut up!" she snapped, cutting me off. Her voice thundered through the room as she delivered a sharp slap across my face. "Don't talk when I'm talking."

My head snapped to the side, my cheek stinging. Did she just slap me?.

"You think being wealthy makes you untouchable?" she continued, her voice laced with fury. "You’re the reason the world is so rotten. People like you treat others like trash, thinking you can get away with anything."

"Enough of your nonsense!" I roared, anger overcoming my fear.

I charged at her, my left hand balled into a fist, ready to strike. But she was faster. She sidestepped my attack and drove her fist into my stomach.

Pain exploded in my abdomen, and I collapsed to the floor, gasping for air. How could she have such fighting skills?.

"W-who are you?" I croaked, my vision blurring.

Tina knelt besi

de me, her face inches from mine. Her cold smile was the last thing I saw before she whispered, "I am your doom"