Alexa
"I'm sorry it's hard for you to talk about it. You don't have to continue."
"No, I'll go on. Otherwise you won't understand the whole point. I haven't told any publication about it, but I'm willing to do anything for you," he answered, continuing to look at me with his lustful gaze.
"And so. I escaped. I was on the road for two days. I neither ate nor drank, and completely weakened by it, I lost consciousness, and collapsed on the road. A car was going by. Apparently there were some good people who brought me to my senses and took me in. They were my new parents, who took me to Florida and raised me as their own child. They were the founders of charities for sick children. And when I grew up, I decided to start a foundation for refugees. After all, I myself ran away from the country to which I would not want to return. My name and surname, of course, are not mine. In fact, my name is Adamo Renelli. And there are many like me. And where there are wars, where there are natural disasters, that's how I help. Well, for the last two years I decided to move to New York. I'm thirty-four years old, unmarried. I don't have kids, and I don't even have a steady girlfriend. It's all gone to the back burner for me, just my work."
"Where do you get the budget to maintain the foundation?"
"I don't steal from the government. It's a private foundation. We've had a lot of sponsors in the last year. Some of them are celebrities from film and show business."
"I know that."
"So, sometimes we also get young children who have no parents or relatives. We do everything in our power to get them into good families."
"I see. But this is another area of your work."
"Yes. We are broadening the scope of her activities."
"What about other projects?"
"I'm thinking of opening an oncology center, because you know it's the number one problem of our time. Incurable diseases. I also want to hire the best scientists to create a drug that can defeat the disease."
"You've got big plans."
"Of course I do. I'm a programmer by trade, after all. I'm used to calculating everything. Do you have any more questions for me?"
"What's going on with your uncle?"
"That's too personal a question. But I can only answer it on one condition."
"What's that?"
"If you agree to have dinner with me tonight."
Of course, I expected that from him, so I wasn't surprised.
"Very well. I'll have dinner with you tonight."
"Then, Alexa. 8:00 at Watercolor. And no tardiness. I like punctual girls."
"I'm very punctual, Adamo," I reassured him, rising from my chair and holding out my hand to say goodbye. But he pulled me to him and kissed me. The kiss was light, casual.
"See you soon."
"Goodbye," I left his office after saying goodbye.
He is a very good-looking man. Tall brunette, and those green eyes of his. I also know that they are very temperamental and hot. Well, we'll find out tonight. I don't think he'll disappoint me.
As I left the building and headed to my car, suddenly the phone rang. Looking at the phone screen, I decided not to take it. Since it was Arthur. I was still mad at him. But the realization that I could lose my only friend made me very sad. So, getting into the car, I decided to call him back.
-"Hello, Arthur."
"Alex, I'm glad you called me back."
"Did something happen?"
"No, it's just that our conversation didn't end well yesterday."
"Of course it did, and it was your fault."
"I realize that. I apologize to you again. You know I don't want to lose you. You're my best friend."
"Come on, I've already forgiven you."
"So can we get together tonight?"
" Arthur, I can't tonight. I'm going on a date with Mr. Romis."
"Wow, the fund-raiser? The one?"
"Yeah."
"Alex, he's exactly right for you in every way. He's rich and handsome and single. Well, I'm not gonna say anything about his sexual preference."
"What do you mean? What do you mean?"
"You'll find out. Bye. Bye."
"Arthur, wait, you," but before I could finish, he was gone. Well, what exactly did that asshole mean?
Arthur
Alexa wastes no time in continuing to add to her list of potential partners. Now her choice has fallen on Mr. Romis. Well, that choice is quite deliberate. But what will happen when he tells her about his preferences, namely sexual fantasies. After all, I don't know about them by hearsay, but from firsthand accounts of his best friends. He prefers not regular sex, but, which means threesome, where there are two men and one woman. I doubt Alexa would agree to that. Although, she's never shared her erotic fantasies with me. Maybe he'd be good for her, too. And I can only hope she knows who she's meeting with.
Okay, it's my day off, because it's Saturday, so I'll read her novel.
"Well, let's go," I inserted a flash drive into my laptop.
So, the novel is called "The Killer, too, loves," genre - erotic thriller. Wow, what a title! Okay, I'm not going to read the synopsis, I do not want to know what it's about, so I'll just start with the first chapter.
"I've always considered my job responsible, but with an inmate who's committed over a dozen crimes, it's going to be very dangerous for me. But I just don't have any other choice, and I never will. I have to work in this service, otherwise they will just kill me. And this whole situation is my father's fault for keeping his little secret from us. Hartman was a German criminal who committed a number of violent crimes against women, ranging in age from twenty to twenty-eight. They were all searing brunettes of attractive appearance with blue eyes. To him it was a kind of fetish. They don't know what they're condemning me to. I'm afraid of him."
Now that's an intrigue. Well done, Alexa. I never thought she was capable of that. I thought she just lived for her own pleasure, at the expense of other men who would give up everything just to sleep with her. The truth is, she's talented. Sometimes I have a desire, a wild desire to be in bed with her. Spend a magical night, unrestrained and passionate sex, but it's not beyond my imagination. I'm even afraid to kiss her first. And I try to drive all these vicious thoughts away from me.
I realized that the novel promises to be interesting. So I began to read it further. After flipping through a few pages, I had already reached the place where Hartman was telling Christine, the main character, the reasons he was committing all these crimes.
" Hello, Christine. I thought a less pretty girl was coming to talk to me. After all, pretty and hot girls like you don't belong here. Are you trying to find out why I did what I did? Are you sure you want to know the whole truth? Are you sure you won't regret it and have nightmares about it?
"I'm not the little girl you think I am. I like to watch horror movies. And when I have nightmares at night, I don't wake up in a sweat with fright on my face. On the contrary, I sleep very sweetly," she told him.
"Honey, I didn't say you were a little girl. On the contrary, I noticed that you are very hot. You like horror movies, I wonder. So you like to have sex too?"
"I don't want to talk to you about what I like. And now I'm asking you questions and you're answering me. You get it."
"Uh, look at this- you like to boss around, so you like to dominate sex?"
"Stop all this."
"I haven't even started yet, but I think if I did, you'd never regret it," he said, grabbing her chin and running his thumb over her lower lip.
"Stop it, I'll call the guards," she threatened, getting up from her chair, but he grabbed her arm and sat her back down. He grabbed her arm and pulled her back, showing her that he didn't agree with her opinion.
"Sit down. Don't make any sudden moves. I'm trying to be nice to you, but you're provoking me into being rude."
"I didn't mean to, I'm sorry."
"That's too bad. Are you married, Christine?"
"No, I'm not married."
"Do you have a boyfriend or a steady sexual partner?"
"No," she said, looking at him.
"You know I don't like being lied to."
"And you know, you shouldn't care that much about my sex life."
"And I don't care about it. Okay, we'll come back to this conversation later. Now I'll tell you about the motives for my crimes. Isn't that what you wanted to know? You know there's no way to get away with this, don't you? I'm going to be killed anyway, so I have nothing to lose. You say you're not afraid of nightmares? Well, then listen."
"What a fantasy she has!" I thought to myself, and read on.