Am tired, am so done and to think I've been in love seven times. And have been
screwed over the same numberof times, you know what!!! FUCk it!!! Am done. This is
what a reasonable human being would have said, if they were in my shoes. I've dated
about seven guys in total ever since I was 15 years old and all of them a complete failure
to life, to their creator and to me as well. So,what do we do with such abominations to
life itself? You ask. The answer is very simple actually, we end their god-damn lives. You see it all started like this.
I smiled as I looked into the mirror. My lips-stained blood-red from the colour of
lipstick I was wearing. My long black skirt tightly stuck to me with a long slit running
on my left side. My top a V-necked, maroon colour that showed off my cleavage. My
dark hair flowing down my back in tendons. Scott had called me to say he'd be a little late for dinner that night because he'd been
caught up in meetings all day. So,my plan was to surprise him. And so I had packed some food for us to eat on his lunch break and got on a cab. Arriving at his work place in under thirty minutes. The cab dropped me by the road side near his company. Near the
metropolitan sector, where his company lay at the center of the capital. The building a
seven-story building.
As I walked in strides to the building, with a basket in hand and a purse dangling off of my right shoulder. Whilst holding my phone in my right hand. Entering the building I smiled as every male and female I passed as I was making my way to the receptionist seemed to only be portraying two emotions envy or fucking lust. My smile got bigger as I stopped in front of the receptionist.
"Hello, my name is Lorraine Sullivan. Is Scott in?" She smiled back at me having confirmed my identity.
I was held of higher status being born in the Sullivan family, as the middle child in a
family of six. Three boys, two of which had died in an accident at an early age and three girls me inclusive. All belonging to the second wealthiest man on earth Jonathan Sullivan. My parents owned half of the great kingdom of Reshketh (Former America). Making me technically royalty in the eyes of the people of Reshketh. Though my family
it's self-had never considered me as an important member of the Sullivan family. I had never considered them to be important as well. And that is why I never grew a
conscious when I did things that got me in trouble and used my dad's name to get away
with it.
"His in his office." She replied leaving her desk and escorting me to the elevator. When
I got in,she gave me a pass key card and spoke. "Have a lovely day miss." And the
elevator doors closed.
A second later I was on Scott's floor. I made my way silently to his office which seemed
to be the only one on the top. When I had arrived on his door, I took two deep breaths hoping he wasn't in the middle of a meetin. Then I opened the door to let myself in, for a second my mind went blank as I saw the back of a woman on top of Scott's desk. As Scott pumped his cork in and out of her cunt. As her breathing escalated with every friction. Both seemed to be
screaming and moaning in pleasure. My face contorted in anger. The anger seething
through me in waves. But they continued completely oblivious to the other person in the room. A few minutes later when they were done. Scott grabbed some tissues on his desk and he cleaned up the mess they'd made off his desk. And he zipped up his pants, clinking his belt buckle in place. Then he finally looked up and found me staring at him.
"Lorraine my dear, I didn't think you'd be here this fast," He didn't even seem guilty or afraid at the fact that I had seen him with his whore, cheating on me. "Though am glad you're here. Me and Anne were just finishing up her interview before you walked in." he
smirked at me completely ignoring my murderess face.
"Screw you,Scott!! It's over!" I shouted, my voice being the loudest in the room. The girl just remained in the same position I had found her flinching slightly at my tone. I horridly removed the engagement ring Scott had placed on my finger and threw it across the room. But Scott only laughed as the ring landed across the room with a 'ping' noise. "Baby doll." He began still smirking at me. "I don't care about what you think. Because, who's going to believe a dirty, slutty, billionaire bratt over a strategist businessman." I glared at him wishing he could burn in hell. "Besides you can't screw me over because your dad already signed the contract." I dropped to my knees in shock. " You stupid little bitch. Did you really think I was marrying you because I loved you?" He said with disdain in his eyes. The tears began to flow in waves down my cheeks as I turned my back to him and left his office. Scott's laughter ringing out in the background.
As I stepped out of the elevator, the receptionist seemed to be smirking at "Did he love your surprise miss or did you love his." I Ignored her as I wiped the tears off my cheeks.
"I loved it in fact. I love Scott and in the end, he's still going to marry me." The receptionist smile began to falter as she stared at me.
"You bratty bitch, don't you get it you broke and dry. He is never going to marry you, you were just another means of income to him." I loved humorously.
"And what are you? His whore" she laughed bitterly.
"Am the one he actually loves." That brought a smile to my face.
"Then why wasn't he fucking you?" She immediately became pale. "Yeah, that's what I thought." I said leaving with my smirk still intact.
Immediately I had got on a taxi I called Gregory my head of security. "Have the papers been processed?" I asked devoid of emotion.
"Yes my lady, everything is back in your name including his own shares." This made me smile in triumph.
"What about the meeting?" Greg didn't hesitate answering me immediately.
"He'll be at the docks at 9:00 p.m." I smiled as I clarified the other parts of the plan.
"Is my double still at the penthouse?" I asked again.
"Yes, your ladyship." I was glad my plan was working out even better than expected.
"Alright, then I'll meet you there." Then I hang up the phone and texted Greg to send me security at the restaurant I was heading to. Then I gave the taxi driver the location to where I was heading. The journey took a few hours but after a while I finally got to the restaurant near the docks. And as soon as I got there I was surrounded by the familiar faces of my team of security that made me feel at ease.
"Your ladyship we have organized your dinner plans and are just waiting for the appropriate time to execute the plan." One of my men under Greg informed me. I nodded as I headed into the restaurant the men circling me as I put on a dark veil and sunglasses. The man continued to lead me up some stairs making sure that I was covered to onlookers. One of them letting we know that my room was a beautiful suite near a balcony. I had chosen that specific restaurant because it had a class inn where I could quietly wait as I executed other parts of my plan. The room was booked under my dad's name a second part of my well thought out plan. As the clock ticked for Scott, I enjoyed my sweet and kept tabs on my double and later that evening Greg came to pick me up.
" Will he be alone?" I asked referring to Scott.
"No, he's coming with his own team of security."
"Stubborn man, whether he likes it or not his life ends today." I said smirking as we made our way to a higher Jeep.
"My lady I also retrieved your engagement ring from his office."
"Good, best not to leave any trails behind." He nodded in agreement.
"Greg," I began, taking the time to look at him. Greg wasn't just my head of security but he had been my friend. My supporter and my backbone through every eyepatch in my life. I remember the day we met as if it were yesterday.