SEX WITH MY BEST FRIEND'S FIANCÉ-Chapter 181

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“Let’s just say, I needed to speak to you about certain arrangements.” The computer voice chimes. I withdraw my hand holding my phone to my ears steadily and place my phone back on the couch, keeping it on loud speaker.

The only being who can infiltrate my mansion any day and any time is me. Anyone else who even as much as assume to do so has a death wish. Being me meant forcing my body to adapt to a lot of poison so I’m immune to certain things that’s meant to kill me. Other people however are not.

Don’t get me wrong, so many times I nearly experienced death by my own hands but the best part about being a doctor is treating myself countless times. And working out new ways to make poison less harmful for me. You can call me a walking death. I always take poison with me. I always ensure to have it on any part of my body I please. It makes annihilating people I hate easy.

“Go ahead, I’m free enough to listen.” I respond, walking back in front of the window I came from. A cloud cast a shadow on the moon so the light that pleased me is temporarily obscured.

“You’re taking your time, Owen. I gave you a choice, your life for your service. However you’ve done nothing.”

This makes me scoff. I am not intrigued by the likes of S, not one bit.

I close the window and saunter forward towards my sofa. I don’t bend to take my phone though.

“Let me make something clear to you, They. I owe you nothing. I don’t work for you nor am I obliged to do things your way.” The disgust on my face is unhidden. If only S could see it, maybe that would humble They. S has been silent so I consider him humbled. “I’ll achieve my goals when it’s beneficial for me, is that understood? I am not your pawn, it’s quite the contrary.”

A deep chuckle escape my lips. This is when I pick up my phone. “I know everything about you. Including where you live, who your circle is and where everything that would destroy you is. Remember that. We’re co-operating, not in the regular status all your victims are.” I cock my head to the side. “And boy would your enemies kill to know what I know.”

They can’t kill me. Not even in a million years and They is fully aware of that. That’s why I continue to be They’s most disrelished acquaintance. They needs me not the other way around and even when my purpose has been exhausted, I can’t be killed by the likes of S.

Surely They’s not stupid enough to assume I have nothing up my sleeve if my death is not natural.

[ They refers to S ]

“You’re getting too cocky, Owen.”

A smirk paints my lips. “How much you wish you let me die that day, too bad not all wishes can come true.” I never asked for the favour. They chose to do it, I’m not one of those who sell their lives because of a kind gesture. In this life, nothing is free. It’s give and take, rescue for a reason. Sometimes, people do things because they want something in return. It’s a manipulative, sick thing that shockingly never gets old. I owe no one anything for a choice he or she wasn’t forced to make and even if he or she was indeed forced, I still owe them nothing.

I did not suffer in life just to continue the cycle. I did not suffer to be another man’s dog. So in as much as I need you, I ensured I’m never left empty handed for you to discard me. I’m not like Asami who has a lot to be afraid of. The only person connected to me who’s more precious than anything else I’m attached to in this world is my mother and I’m not afraid of anyone knowing where and who she is, I’d just rather they don’t.

But even if they do, not even a quarter a strand of her hair would be tampered with. I’m a patient man, I believe in ‘when the time is right, it will be’ and that’s why I’ve waited for years before making myself known to my long, lost friend. But when it comes to my mother however, my patience runs on a very thin line. Thin enough to be easily provoked.

“Do you have a problem with that? I’d be amused if you do.” I say, breaking the silence. I let my finger curl strands of my hair around it over and over again. I find this amusing. They hasn’t said anything yet I can sense the rage burning through the phone. Silence is the best form of anger and believe when I say it’s my favourite form. “I’ll leave you now. Those toys can’t play with themselves.” I hang up.

With a careful wetting of my lips with a flick of my tongue over it, I proceed to hum my mother’s tune. This time, not just my wrist and pointed index fingers but my body is dancing to the rhythm.

After such a horrid childhood, it is nice to have power. Even though the power cost me way more than anyone can fathom. And with this power, after having fulfilled my desire to my heart’s content, I will bring every one who misuses their power down the drain. Just like I did with that old man I thought to be my kind foster parent.

I just love how the poison I create destroys people slowly yet quickly. Spreading so fast that it decays them from the inside while reacting with every fluid in their body, organs, cells, and muscles to work against them. I love how the pain is so excruciating that it makes them wish they had never been born. I love how with me being a doctor, I have the power to a level to take, end and restore life.

I love every fucked up thing entangled with the way I am. Know what I love more? How those who birth this part of me wished they never did. I killed the foster father alright, but my birth father? Death was too much of a mercy for what he put both me and my mother through. He made her grief the loss of a child who was alive.

I close my eyes and use a hand to gently touch the centre of my forehead, followed by the center of my chest before meeting that hand with the palm in front of my chest, like a silent clap.

Bless his soul because his body is suffering here on earth with the same things he did to me and several others in that lab. Just double the pain.

My smile widens. Oh, what a breath of fresh air it is revisiting the past and realising you have everyone who wronged you in your hands and within your reach. My eyelids steadily flutter open as I gaze at the now unobstructed, full moon.

Just wait for me Killian, your own is coming. I’ll be nice enough to tame it so your girl doesn’t witness it. And for old time’s sake.