A/N: People are greedy! Here's Leila's point-of-view.

LPoV

I wanted Sir to love me and to be my Master. But this girl was in my way. Any other time, I wouldn't care about her one way or the other. I was even very good friends with Susie. But then Susie was never in my way even though she subbed for Sir, too.

This girl was different, though. Speaking to her, I quickly realized what she had that I didn't. The bitch had Sir, lock, stock and barrel. What's worse is that it was fucking effortless for her. All she had to do is fucking exist and he was falling prostrate at her feet!

Then the simple bitch has the nerve to return Sir's gifts and leave his flowers at her job. She doesn't appreciate Sir at all. She needs to be taught a lesson in respect!

According to her, she doesn't even fucking want him, but he's pulling out all these stops just just to get her fucking attention like some boy in a schoolyard pulling on a girl's pigtails! And sending her handwritten missives. I didn't realize how impersonal our association was until I saw how hard he pulled out all the fucking stops for Anastasia Steele.

Why did she get all the good and I all the scraps? Why did it have to be this way? I could never keep the men I wanted and couldn't get rid of the the ones I didn't. Yet, Little Miss Perfect had them falling hand over fist for her. According to her file, two other male interests are waiting in the wings to snatch her away from Sir. Why couldn't she have just chosen one of those mediocre options and settled down into an ordinary suburban life where she belonged?

She was in my way, and that wasn't a good place for her to be. I'd wanted him for far too long to give him up without a fight and if I had to take her out in order to be the last woman standing, so be it. He'd never know it was me. I was careful to create an alibi and a false trail. As far as anyone knows, I've returned to Connecticut.

I've never been arrested, so my prints aren't in the system. Once she's been gone awhile, I'll return to him in a less dramatic fashion and things will return to how they always should've been. I never should have left. I should've listened to my gut and ignored Mistress Elena's advice. While it may have been good counsel, it didn't work the way I wanted.

She looks at me with her doe eyes and I only want to crush her face in. She a fucking man-stealing bitch! How dare she act as if I'm in the wrong! "Mr Kavanagh is a married man…" Judgmental bitch. Does she have any idea how many husbands and wives there are in the community without their spouses? Sure, it may be cheating, but if they were getting their needs met, they wouldn't be members of out select fraternity, or maybe they would be, but with their spouses in tow.

She acts as if she's better than the rest of us. Her lily-white skin has probably never bore the criss-crossing stripes left by the cat. She doesn't look like she's been fucked until she can no longer stand, or even sit up. She's the kind that should find a nice boy, get married and have babies. She's not one of us. She doesn't belong. And what's worse is that she's dragging Sir away from all of us with her love and romance shit. He's eating it up.

I know I'm right. This little separation? Nothing. Barely a break. He wants her. He's acting like a grieving spouse. Now he's bargaining.

Master was fine, living his life and then she what? Falls out the sky directly into to his lap or some shit? It wasn't fair and it's not right. I earned my place at his feet and no little Miss Goody Two Shoes is going to snatch the prize out of my grasp at the eleventh hour.

At first I thought Sir being seen in public with someone was a sign that it was time for my triumphant return. Instead it's the bitter pill I've been forced to swallow, hanging around like a ghost on the fringes of his life. Reduced to sneaking around his apartment snooping for scraps?

Why didn't he fight to keep me? Didn't I suck his cock hard enough? Or let him fuck me in every way he wanted? I got off on the the pain, sure, but would it have hurt him to spend some time talking about his day or asking me about mine? He never showed any real interest in me outside of playtime, though.

But this girl in front of me, he can't seem to get enough of. She doesn't like the pain, or like the rules. She's not even grateful that he's given her more than the rest of us combined! Does she realize how this works in her favor? She could've written her own ticket, but she doesn't seem to give a fuck! She threw him away!

And it makes me wonder why such a strong, gifted man fell for the likes of her. I feel like the Queen looking in her magic mirror. Who's the fairest of them all? Yet the woman looking back at me, like Snow White, doesn't seem to comprehend the jeopardy she's in. Suddenly, I empathize with the bloodthirsty Witch Queen ordering the Huntsman to return with her heart. As long as she exists, no-one else will exist for Master. That's why Anastasia had to die.

So I ask my questions and answer a few of hers, standing in the wreckage I'd left of her apartment, while I pretend that this scenario can end any other way, but the truth is that I can't leave her alive. It's too late.

She wants to bargain with me, but the only coin she has, she can't give me because Sir's heart can't be bought or sold. My only hope is to wrest it from the grasp of her cold, dead fingers…