Chapter Fifty- Five
"No, give one reason why I shouldn't think that. All you have done is to blackmail ever since you had that one thing you could use against . You even blackmailed to attend that eting." Asli was equally flared up. She hadn't realized this was the first ti she was confronting anyone with words.
"You know what? This is the last ti you'd ever see again. I think I've played with you more than enough." He replied to her back as he stood up from the bed to put on the jacket he had hung behind the door when he first entered the room. He was not much of a talker, it seed.
"If you weren't behind it then how did you know when and where to find ? Nobody knows the place is mine aside from my people. Secondly, you benefited from it!" She shot back and suddenly he burst into laughter.
But it was a funny kind of laughter. It was as if he was mocking her yet angry at her and she couldn't help but hate how it sounded. Why did she hate that he wasn't looking at her like she was sothing edible anymore? What was wrong with her?
"How did I benefit? Tell , Asli, how was it that it was I that benefited?" His emphasis on the 'I' drew her attention to how wrong her statent was. She almost facepald herself. Her embarrassnt was on a different level.
This sucked. Why won't they just fight it out? Why did he want to talk it out? Why did he call her here? Why was he telling her she wasn't going to see him again after tonight? Why did she not like how it sounded in her ears?
"I get it, okay? I paid you for it. Didn't I? Was the money not enough? Well, I'm not familiar with how you do it with your whores. Tell and I'll add the balance." She inford him dismissively and the way his chest heaved up and down quickly, she could tell he was going to explode any mont from now. Well, that would make the two of them.
"Do you think that lowly of ?" His tone sounded pained. She didn't want to care. Why was he asking her this question again?
"Aht, you threaten to always talk to my father when I don't co running. What can't you do then? You and your stupid friends think of as just a woman. A woman you can sleep with. If you have a problem with , why don't you face like you would your fellow man? Why must you drug ?" Now she wanted to cry. She'd be damned if she let him see those tears.
She wasn't about to show him any. She was okay when she didn't think he was involved. These n did not hurt her, but he did. She had no idea what she thought they had together. She didn't mind what they were. But, for once, she believed she could call him a friend like her Nanny suggested.
Yes, she finally acknowledged her strange feelings for him. She was supposed to murder him, she hadn't forgotten, but for once, she wanted to forget who he was.
After all, his father killed her family, not him. She wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt. Though murdering him would be equally as pleasurable as killing his family, she wanted to understand and explore this feeling.
Only Aht made her feel emotions other than vengeance and bloodlust. She wanted to know what it was, and she now believed she wanted to accept that. She thought it was friendship. She hadn't had a friend before. She had no one but her nanny, and two other people until he ca along.
Oh, that hurt so badly. Why would he conspire with those jerks? It was obvious what they intended to do. They were not going to kill her. Perhaps they would have... after taking their turns. Why was Aht at the center of it? Why wasn't she willing to accept he could be innocent?
The thought was terrible. Before she could acknowledge that she worried about his involvent, she noted Aht's silent response to her questions. She concluded that he was guilty and couldn't stop feeling fooled.
Her hands moved to where her gun was. She touched her belt, but her gaze never left his. Then, as if sensing she was about to pick up her revolver and shoot him, his gaze followed her hand.
"Asli, shoot and you'll be killed before you step outside. I will kill you myself." His tone was cool, no longer angry. He seed to fully understand her misery, which she did not want him to. She wanted to fight him. That would help her feel better.
"Ga on!" She responded to his comnt and he sighed. How could he only sigh in this situation? She needed him to give her his word. It infuriated her more and he was exhausted from this little back and forth.
Neither of them spoke again, and as if on cue, they both leveled their pistols at each other.
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I think Asli needs therapy. Who else needs it ? Just her?
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