==Matteo==
I sat at the balcony, cup in hand and sipped slowly. Relishing in the placating taste of the green tea. The day was bright. Thank heavens. I was beginning to get tired with all the rain, moodiness, gloom and wind. I couldn’t wait for the summer, to be honest. However, I did know that that was an issue on its own. Soon, everyone was going to complain about the heat.
I downed my tea and settled for some croissants. Yes, I was in the mood for some treat. Yes, I was cheerful. Last week was a scare. With all the business palaver going on, I was totally upset. But good riddance, everything was fixed now. Good gracious riddance.
With everything coming back together, I decided to celebrate. And what better way to do that than to get a bottle of my favourite: Moet et Chanson, some grapes and a hooker. Really, yesterday night was wild. As for the bimbo…oh yes, she was just that. A dumb bimbo with nothing to offer, but sex. Well, it wasn’t as if hookers got anything upstairs…or women in general. But man, was the sex good. F. U. C. K. Phew! However, she kind of spoiled my mood a little. I hated it when they groaned. Like, fuck, that was so distracting.
Anyway, I couldn’t deny I enjoyed the fuck. Was even tempted to book her for today, but didn’t. That wasn’t my policy, although with the blondie of sometime ago, I almost went back on my policy.
I went for another curl of croissant as I’d finished the first. Olivia… She’d witnessed me having sex with the hooker. Now, I didn’t know why, but a part of me had wanted to stop. To turn to her as she was splayed on the crawlspace and stare… But I hadn’t done that. Because it was a stupid thing to do. Fuck the hormones.
Instantly, I groaned. Had I just admitted to being led by hormones? Ha, never. I wouldn’t give Olivia that? Of course, she was plain. At 21 she still looked prepubescent. Delicate. I didn’t do delicate, and I wasn’t planning on starting now either.
“Sir.”
I looked up to find my butler.
“I’ve got something I believe you should see.”
There was a tablet on his palm. My heart skipped. Hoped it didn’t have anything to do with the company.
I stretched my palm and he placed the device. A particular word…or group of words captured my eyes, as it was written in bold.
I didn’t blink at all. The rest of the article read as:
BODY FOUND ON THE FRIDGETON-BROOKEHURT BORDER. Even more…fucked up was the fact that the lead police officer was his childhood friend.
Well, fuck.
What actually held me by the throat was:
Just last week, the body if a man know known as Pete Haynes was found lodged in a chimney. Police has advised everyone to remain indoors as a security precaution.
I couldn’t begun to process the information.
“The police found his body some time last month,” my butler said.
My ears were ringing. Emotions spiralling. Pete, dead? I felt a pain, a jab in my chest. I couldn’t explain.
“Where’s…Olivia?”
“In her room, most probably, sir.”
I gritted my teeth. Pete’s dead. How? Why? I did nothing but stare at the article, as if it was going to give me answers.