Wicked Kiss

Sting's plan of having dinner with me in one of the high-end restaurants in BGC got fulfilled.

Even though it's almost three hours since I heard Sir Astrair's word "Jealousy Kills," still lingers in my head. I even think I'm being abnormal now. "Seems that your thinking. " Sting said that I didn't even realize that he's looking at me intently.

"Huh? "I only said. Now my head is floating somewhere else.

I'm loading. I didn't even understand the things that he told me. I only pushed myself to smile and nod, where in fact I'm out of the world. The thought of him being Lacxous G was creeping me out.

Who the fuck is he, really?

There is part of me that's saying that yes, he is. But some parts of me is also saying no, he's not.

Is this some kind of a trap?

I immediately trashed those things that is making my mind erratic. I don't want to think of anything. I should not look for him, I should not care about him, I should just let everything of this pass. I know this isn't the permanent thing. I am so frustrated. And the fact that everyone close to me is my suspect is even more frustrating.

I know I am the only one who's putting these ideas in my head. I should not mind, I should not even care.

What if I'll just let him do all of these things? Well, He's not harming me, so maybe its fine?

But what if he's not doing bad to me only for now? Should I wait for that moment to come? Should I wait for that moment that he'll really harm me?

I need to find Lacxous G. For the sake of my confusion and curiosity.

"Let's go home, Erza." Sting said.

I only nodded and stood up. I guess we really should.

He's the one driving my car, I hop in the front seat but the idea of my stalker still lingers in my head.

Sir Astrair really sounds like Lacxous G.

Sir Gray calls me with the same endearment Lacxous G has for me.

Sting have the same voice as Lacxous G.

Who might be in them? Or I'm just really accusing them.

I sighed. Just a little bit more Erza then you're good of being crazy.

When we arrived at my house, I immediately arranged the guestroom for him.

He immediately rested especially that he's still going to face his manager tomorrow.

I am bathing while thinking of the possible clues that might take me to Lacxous G.

But its too hard! I am not a detective for that.

When I went out from the bathroom, I'm so shock from what I am seeing. I can't believe this! This is so scary!

God, what does this Lacxous G really wants?!

On my bed, there were 2 pairs of nighties and three letters on my bed.

How did he put this inside my bed?

I went on the two pairs of nighties, the N. Y. C was written on its tag. Am I wrong? I guess NYC doesn't stands for New York City, because this is the brand tag.

I opened one of his letters, I am shaking in fear, why do I feel like his all eyes were on me. Even inside my room. That's kind of creepy.

Sweetie,

-I missed you so much. Seeing you today was my loveliest day ever! But I wonder. Who's that guy?

P. S Wear those Nighties. The most expensive thing only suits you.

Lacxous G.

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Sweetie,

-I heard something I don't want to hear. Don't try my patience. I'll get you anytime, anywhere. I'm bad when jealous, Erza. I'm bad. Lacxous G.

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Sweetie,

-Loving you is too hard. I can kill just to get you, Erza. I'm willing to shut down everybody just for you to be mine. Remember that. Lacxous G.

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I held on the side table of my bed and I can feel my tears falling. I am so scared now. I don't even feel safe from him anymore. Why do I feel like he's only scaring me? Well yeah, he's really scaring the hell out of me.

Why does it have to be a creepy one? Is this the sign from heavens that I will really die single?

***

I didn't sleep last night because of fear. Should I tell this to the police or even to Sting?

But Sting is also one of my suspects. That's only my accusation though.

Maybe, I'll just stop thinking about that with Sting? He's my very best friend and I trust him. I know he can't do that to me.

When I came down from the second floor, I immediately saw Sting standing in the counter while calling someone on the phone. "Yeah... Cancel all the meetings and projects. I can't make it." He said and bite on his sandwich.

"No! Or else, I'll breach the contract, even if it cost me millions." He said that alerted me.

Breach? Tss idiot.

Look what problem he caused by coming here.

After the call, Sting came with me in the salas to have some breakfast. After eating breakfast, I decided to tell him everything.

I know how he lie, that's why I trust him so much.

"Sting. "I said slowly.

I sat on the single sofa and looked at him.

"Yes?" He answered innocently.

I showed him all the letters Lacxous G gave me.

When he saw it, his eyes widen and it seems like he doesn't want to ever hold it.

"W-where did you get these?" he said while looking at the letters.

"My stalker. Please Sting, he's creepy and i am not liking it. " I said.

I chose that word for some reason. I wanted to see his reaction. If he's really Lacxous G, he will get hurt.

"Erza, before you'll tell me everything, let me explain these papers first." He said and he's confused from what I just told him.

He grabbed the papers and carefully moved them to the center table.

"These papers were very, very, very EXPENSIVE." He started.

He gets one of the letters and showed me the laces.

"These black papers were no ordinary. It cost hundred thousand American dollars. See these golden laces. It has PURE golds, Erza!" Sting said that made my eyes widen in shock. Hundred Thousand American dollars? Wtf. Does that thing even exist?

"The prize doesn't matter. I just want to know the person behind those." Me.

He looked at the papers again and read them one by one.

"Seems that you have such creepy Stalker, Erza. It's not good. " he said while shaking his head.

"Sting, aside from N. Y. C as New York City is there other meaning?"

He knotted his head and looked at me. I'm so desperate to know everything.

"Why do you ask?"

I showed him the culprit on the back of the papers.

"It's New York City, Erza. I know why this has this culprit here because these papers really came from New York. But there is other meaning too." He paused.

"N. Y. C represents as New York City but it has also another two meanings. The first one is a store for multi billionaires, named Napoleon Yestreen Copulation (N. Y. C) that means Napoleon's Last Night of Sexual Intercourse. It's a store of any kind of expensive materials that cost millions. This was established by the owner in the reason that wives only deserve the most classic and expensive things. And the other one. Nadia Yamarez Circa (N. Y. C) one of the most expensive hotel in New York. And if we will base on these letters and lingerie, it's really obvious that these papers were from Napoleon's Yestreen Copulation."

I don't know but it sounded weird to me. I never heard of anything like this before.

Napoleon's Yestreen Copulation that means Napoleon's Last Night of Sexual Intercourse!

This only implies how rich this Lacxous G is.

And that nighties, it came from that store too!

If he's this rich, then it's just so easy for him to trespass on my house.

"And, Erza. The Napoleon Store has a crown shaped mark. While the Nadia has a heart shaped mark."

Damn, I don't really know anything about my creepy stalker.

***

I am not in the right state of mind again when I enter the office. I am still thinking of ways of how I should really get him. This is so tiring; he's consuming most of my time.

"Are you okay, Erza? " I almost got stumble when I heard Sir Alstreim on my back.

"Ay! Sir. "I said embarrassingly.

What the fuck is Sir Alstreim doing here this early?

It's only 6 am in the morning.

"Are you fine?" He said and tap the 50th floor, the top floor.

"J-just thinking. " I said timidly, as always.

Sir Alstreim is two years older than Sir Astrair but they somehow look like each other because they're brothers.

Sir Al's phone rang. He seemed shock upon seeing the caller.

He answered it and I stepped back to give him privacy.

I saw the paper fell on his pocket the moment he greets his phone. I bent and get it.

I am not supposed to look but I got curious.

$1, 000, 000 cost Laquerre snare

That's what is written. It's weird because it's not written in euro but its Latin.

"Sir, Alstriem. "I get his attention making him look at me.

When he saw what I was holding, he immediately grabbed it off my hand.

"Uh, thanks." he said while continue talking to someone on his phone.

They're really rich. That receipt is just so expensive. If we will convert it to Philippine money it'll be 50 Million pesos.

When I reached my cubicle, there were no employees yet.

Hayysstt... I'm so early, I didn't even eat anything yet.

When Emerald came, she told me that the big boss wanted us to his office.

When we reached his office. We saw him talking with someone on the phone.

"The fuck babe. Okay... Okay... See you at your condo. " he said smiling.

Damn this stupid motherfucker.

"So? Let's start?" Emerald said while sitting on the other seat.

I just sit silently. My heart is now so heavy.

O well it's too early but my mood is already ruined.

Every time I remember that we had sex makes me want to scream in trauma.

Thank God it never happened again. This womanizer can't survive a day without having sex with someone.

"The project will be held at one of the islands of Visayas. So, you'll need to pack your things to get ready for it." He started.

"Emerald and Erza, you're both an architect so you'll need to work together. Focus on things and no MEN allowed in the area. Understood?" he said.

How pleasant to punch and throw him out of his window.

I looked at Emerald when she giggled.

"Of course." Emerald said.

Tss.

They are talking as if I wasn't here. As if I am invisible. Okay fine, this is what this whore good at right? Flirting with anyone wearing a skirt. If he's going to be my husband I'll die in early age. Astrair Grayfaurd, you're such a motherfucking shit!

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