As the man walked down the hall, the stares from the women in their small pathetic cubicles burned into his back. To not notice his confident swagger, his graceful masculine body, you would have had to been blind.
As he waited in the lobby of the large office building, his smooth glance at the receptionist had her blushing like a school girl.
"Thank you," he smirked at her as he walked by the desk.
"Mmhh...No problem," she sighed under her breath.
Inside the doors was a black leather lounging couch. Next to it a comfortable looking straight back chair. The view from the window was that of the clear blue sky and tall buildings of an older architecture.
There was a woman standing behind the chair as he walked in. She was older with sleek blonde hair, just past her prime years but still beautiful. She was wearing a grey pin striped suit with black Prada pumps.
"Come in," she said to him, gesturing with her right hand
"Take a seat, get comfy."
"Ah Delores, I missed you, you are the sanity in my life," he said to her with a boyish gleam in his eyes.
"Humpf..I'm so sure you did."
" So what's new with your hectic life these days?"
"Well, I merged with a $30 Million dollar company, just finished my autibiography, I have bought my dream house in Monaco..." He slowly stops, a faraway look in his eyes.
"The only thing missing is the love of my life."
"HA," Delores coughed out, an incredulous look on her face.
"The love of your life? Since when have you thought about settling down, starting a family, you know you've always been career driven."
He slowly glances at her. "I just want to live the rest of my days happily ever after, with the right woman by my side, not just the flavor of the week. I grow tired of all these petty women, bored in their marriages, or the younger toned athletes I'm so fond of...I want someone who is my equal."
She took a hard look at him. She sees the small winkles by his eyes, the small but noticeable gray spots in his hairline. She see he's grown weary of the games he knows so well.
"Well only you can change what you want to do with your life, Dear."
"Well...I think I will have one last thrill.." he says with a twinkle in his eyes. He slowly starts to chuckle softy to himself.
"I think I'll pay a visit to the Paris Art Museum."
As he Walked into his stylish bachelor pad, he admired the paintings he has collected over the years. His favorite being a little Renoir he paid a little over $4 Million dollars for. It's the first thing someone see when they enter his home.
Not that he has many visitors, just the usual lawyers, bankers and a couple of art friends. He never brings the women in his life to his home. The feeling that they are invading his private life makes him feel trapped. He has had only one serious relationship of his life.
She was beautiful with long brown hair, full lips, gorgeous brown eyes. He became obsessive of her, she made him unstable with the need he had for her.If he saw her talking to another man, anyone, he became overwrought with jealousy. IT became too much for her to handle, even though he promised to back off, and let her have space, he found that he would have his men keep tabs on her and follow her around the city. He didn't trust her. He couldn't believe she wanted to be with him even though half of his face was a deformity so gnarled and nasty. He just knew in his heart that she was going behind his back and meeting secretly with other men.
Things came to an abrupt end when he followed her home from work one day...
He was walking a little ways behind her as he followed her up the steps into her building. She always paused to collect her mail, so he waited. As she started walking up the stairs to her apartment, one of her neighbors stepped out of the hall way. He immediately started fuming as he saw the man that was talking to his love. "How Dare he," He silently thought in his mind. He watched as she embraced the man, as if it were familiar for her to do so, as if they'd met before.
'Of course it would seem natural,' the voice crowed in his head,'She's a deceitful woman, who's afraid of your face.' 'No one could ever love you with that deformity on your face...no matter how much money you have.'
That being said Erik watched as she invited him into her apartment and shut the door. He waited until he knew the coast was clear, and made his way toward her door.
He slowly picked the lock and turned the knob open slowly. He heard the soft hum of the T.V. and slowly paced toward her living area.
As he looked over the kitchen wall, he saw something that made his blood boil. The man that came inside her home was sitting on the couch and his love was in font of him with her shirt off. The man was rubbing her back as she leaned over the couch to give him better access.
His breathing became ragged as his thoughts about her were confirmed.
He slowly took the knife of the kitchen counter and smoothly walked out in front of the two.
His love looked up surprise amd a look of guilt came over her face.
"It's not what you think, my Love," she said,
"Don't presume to know WHAT I think! You treacherous, deceitful liar.I knew what you were doing."
"MY Love please, you're over reacting, he's just rubbing the kinks out of my neck-
"I'm overreacting? Stop talking you whore, don't explain your excuses, I can see plainly what's going on here..."
She turned her head down with shame.."My Love please...I don't know what to say, other than it's not what you think."
He took the knife and pulled it out from behind his back...
The headlines next morning read, Man and Woman killed by Lover jealousy, both found lying dead in an embrace, stabbed to death in the back...
Currently no leads on who suspects are...
As the man slowly paced his house, he glided with predatory grace as he walked toward the phone...
"Avigoff, listen,...I have a Job for you."
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