You bitch. Just see what I'm going to do with her disrespectful behavior already spitting on me. It's not enough to be annoyed with Dad being forced to visit megamall while talking about business with his friends as one of the lessons, plus the bitch's spitting. My anger has crossed the limit of patience. Especially considering the dictation from my father's business partners regarding the clothes I wear when making visits and meeting with other business relatives.
I poured out my frustration when I arrived at basecamp by kicking on the long sofa or cursing around my friend who was watching television. This is the base camp where my friends and I gather. What we do every day is make trouble with the sounds of motorcycle exhausts or car horns while racing. I dropped my ass onto the couch, taking deep breaths just to calm myself down.
"Why are you upset, Bro?" Caden asked ignoring the look on my face. He's more into playing video games than staring at me. While in front of the television, Austin busied himself with his girlfriend. I guess my other friends didn't come here.
"Where's Tamara?" I said holding back my emotions.
No one answered my question, because, from the stairs leading to the second floor, Tamara was already shouting softly.
"I'm here."
Her face twisted in annoyance. It's like giving an indirect sign that she's angry at my dishonesty to her. I stomped my foot towards the stairs. However, Tamara dodged by going upstairs, towards the room she often rested with me. For the time being, I put my mind to dumping her. I still need this girl.
"Why didn't you tell me?" she cried in the room with his back to me, not looking at me.
I closed the door pretty hard, then approached without noticing her anger at me.
"Sorry. I don't want to involve you in anything," I said quietly.
"At least you told me about the plan. You don't believe me? I'm your girlfriend, Jace." She still refused to turn around.
Sorry, I never trusted anyone. Especially in girls. If I don't need her anymore, I'll take care of this girl. Afraid that she would leak Joseph's plan to other people, especially the police.
"Don't be mad," I said softly as I hugged her from behind. She winced at my sweet treatment, which she certainly would never refuse. Tamara is the weakest when it comes to my touch. "I'm sorry, okay?" I kissed her neck making her shudder slowly.
"Don't do this when I'm angry," she shouted, trying to break free.
But I didn't care about her response, instead, it made her turn around to look at me, then I attacked her with a hot kiss on her lips. She won't refuse it. No one has ever resisted the charm of a Casanova.
Tamara gave up, resigned like an ant trampled on my hand. She returned my kiss more ferociously and lustfully. It's easy enough to make her like a fish flapping on land that lacks water. One of the talents of a Casanova. Making his coveted girls kneel to him.
"Will you be quiet and not bring up the matter again?" I whispered in her ear, then kissed her neck again.
"You lied to me..." she sighed softly. "I can report it…"
"You really won't shut up, Babe?" I stroked her neck. And she was aroused by the touch. "Promise me. Keep your mouth shut."
"Alright..."
Problem solved. If she's still tweeting about my revenge, I'll kill her by my hand.
Tamara started by taking off my shirt, then my T-shirt, and everything else I was wearing. I couldn't bear to make her wait, so I just took off all her clothes. And dropped her body, until our bodies were perfectly attached to the bed.
Maybe this is the only way to keep her quiet for a while. It's also the only way to relax, and release the many burdens my parents, Joseph, Jasmine, and the others have placed on me. Enough to make me forget a little for a moment various jobs from light to heavy. Setting aside the company monthly records. Leaving aside the task of killing Joseph. Putting aside Kathleen's coldness. Putting aside Jasmine's advice. Putting aside anything that bothers me like a bee colony attack.
Putting everything aside.