Page 117 of Forever My Saint
He gives me a repeat performance when his eyes fill with tears.
At this moment, I wonder if maybe I could rethink my plan and strangle him with his Armani tie. But remember…it’s all about timing.
“Not so smart now, are you?”
Oh, how his words just continue digging his grave.
He looks at me like he expects me to break down into hysterical tears, but I don’t. Instead, I commence a slow clap.
Drew cocks his head, utterly confused.
I decide to clarify because I’m sick of looking at his face.
I won. I won the moment I sold you to clear my debt. And the cherry on top is when my crocodile tears convinced the insurance company that you were lost at sea.
“Oopsie.” I giggle, opening my mouth in mock horror. “It seems this hillbilly isn’t so stupid after all.”
What Drew hears is a playback recording of our entire conversation. He didn’t think I came here unprepared, did he? I pressed record on my phone the moment I walked into his room. Everything we just said has been recorded. Every damning word.
“If I go to the police with this, as well as the insurance company…” There is no need for me to fill in the blanks.
“You set me up.”
“Not so smart now, are you?” I repeat his words back to him, smiling smugly. “I’m giving you a chance. Unlike you did to me. If you’re not gone in an hour, this recording will go to every tabloid around the world. I’m sureForbes Magazinewill be pleased to know their up-and-coming star is really a cheat and liar.”
“This will ruin me,” he says, acting like I’m supposed to give a shit.
“Only if you stick around,” I correct. “I know a nice remote villa in the Greek Islands you could always use as your new home.” The smile I beam exposes all my teeth because I am grinning so hard.
Drew can see it. He’s lost.
There is no gray. Only black and white.
If he stays, I leak the tape everywhere, ruining him. I will also go to the police and insurance company, which will ensure he does time. A pretty boy like him will not fare well in jail. However, if he leaves and drops off the face of this earth, then he has a chance to live. Something I was never given.
As I see it, I’m being awfully generous.
To Drew, a narcissist who loves praise and winning, this is the worst form of punishment I could deliver. He’ll be left all alone.
“I’ll be watching you. If I so much as see your name anywhere, I will ruin you…just as you did to me. Now it’s your turn to die.”
I don’t mean that literally, but for Drew to survive this, he will have to be someone else, just like me. From this moment forward, Drew Gibbs is dead. Just as Willow Shaw is.
If he had any balls, he would end my life, but he knows those baby soft, small hands don’t stand a chance against me. Hence, me manhandling him a little. Bu that term is so fucking sexist. Drew Gibbs gotwomanhandledby me.
Boom!
“This isn’t the last you’ve seen of me. You’ll be hearing from my lawyer.” He pushes past me, frantically hunting through his walk-in closet for a bag, but I know he’s all smoke and mirrors because Drew only cares about one person, and that’s himself.
I’m sure he’ll lay low for a while in hopes I will get over this, but I will ensure he doesn’t do this to any other women. I have nothing but time on my hands, and I need a hobby. It seems I just found one.
He rushes around the room, throwing the essentials into his bag. My job here is done. This is what I came for. However, when I walk past the bed and see his cell light up with a picture message of someone who isn’t his fiancée, who also isn’t wearing much or, rather,anything, I realize there is one more thing I have to do.
“Hey, Drew,” I say sweetly.
He spins, opening his mouth to no doubt call me every name under the sun, but I don’t give him the chance before I sucker punch him in the jaw. He falls onto his back with a thud. He’s out cold.
My hand feels broken, but it’s worth the pain.