Without a ban

Alexa

It’s been almost three years and my life has changed dramatically. I no longer work as a journalist, and I no longer do interviews. Now I’m invited to various programs, for interviews, on my novel even thought to make a film.

The story of Arthur, the murder of Blanche – all this made a huge PR for my book, even before she came out. Lancaster didn’t fool me, and for that I am very grateful.

Arthur’s mother died a year and a half ago, Emma ended up in an asylum because of her anxiety, and Michael became my husband. Rudy is with me now and even calls me Mom sometimes. I decided to take pity on Arthur and really put the real killer behind bars. It didn’t take much for me to do that.

Whereas I used to have twenty thousand dollars in my account, now I have about twenty million. I live in a luxurious mansion, I drive expensive cars, Rudy goes to an elite kindergarten, and I even hired a nanny for him.

Unfortunately, my personal life didn’t work out. I lived with Michael because he forced me to. It was only for Rudy’s sake that I agreed to be his wife, but the divorce papers were already drawn up.

The only man I couldn’t stop thinking about all the time was Arthur. I even called Michael by his name. Of course, I’m sure that he will still be mine, because I can not resist. He will forgive me for everything and we will plunge into the world of our vicious fantasies and desires. It’s not love, it’s something more – attraction, attraction, obsession. All of these meanings are true. Sometimes, I’d blame myself for not being able to control my vengeance.

I’m sure Arthur himself will come to see me soon, to see Rudy.

Suddenly, I heard the bell ring, someone ringing the gate. When I looked into the security camera, I saw Arthur standing near the gate. He looked terrible.

Okay, enough of looking at him from a distance, it’s time to let him in,” I thought, and pressed the gate opener.

He didn’t come in, he just ran into the yard.

“Hi, Alex,” he said when I came out to meet him.

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“Are you happy?” he asked and pointed at himself.

“Look at what you’ve turned me into,” he continued to say, and spun around on his axis. He was dressed in torn pants and a beige short-sleeved shirt, and had sandals on his feet. A nightmare to look at.

“Stop it, Arthur. You should be grateful to me, you’re free now,” I replied.

“You’re a real cunt,” he shouted, and came closer to me.

“How menacing it sounded,” I answered, and I wanted to turn around and go inside, but he grabbed my arm and pulled me to him.

“Let me go, you smell disgusting,” I tried to pull away, but he wouldn’t let me. He ran the tip of his nose down my bare neck and whispered in my ear.

“It smelled like crap.”

Shivers and goosebumps ran down my skin at his touch and his sexually arousing whisper. I wanted to choke.

“But, as always, you smell delightful. Expensive perfume from a rich lover?” asked and slid his right hand down my thigh.

“No, now I can buy myself an entire boutique of luxury perfumes,” I told him.

“Sure, but do not forget that you have built your happiness on other people’s grief,” he said menacingly and pushed me away from him.

“You are wrong. If you came to see Rudy, he’s gone.”

“No, I came first of all to look into your eyes and tell you how much I despise you.”

“On the contrary, I adore you,” I answered him, and he fell silent.

“I could tell by your confused breathing when I touched you. But, Alexa, tell me, why are you such a bitch?”

“You want to talk about this in the yard?”

“Would you invite a murderer into your house? Aren’t you afraid to be alone with me?”

-“No, I’m not afraid of you,” I told him.

“If you are, I think I will,” he said, and we went inside.

– Have a seat on the sofa,” I suggested, but Arthur began to look around my house.

“It’s nice and tasteful,” was the only thing he said before he sat down on the couch.

“Thank you,” I told him.

“You know, Arthur. I’m famous because of you. So I’m willing to share the money with you. Half a million, I think that’ll be enough for you.”

“That’s very generous of you, Alex.”

“Think of it as compensation for three years for you,” I said, and reached for the safe under the painting in the living room to get the money.

I’ll be compensated anyway, for serving three years for a crime I didn’t commit,” he told me.

“My compensation is much higher than yours,” I started to get the money.

“Maybe, but I won’t accept your generous gift,” he got up from the couch and walked over to me, snatching several packets from my hands.

“It’s dirty money, earned by you, from destroying and destroying several lives. I think you realize that yourself, but you don’t want to admit it,” he said and threw them in my face.

“Have you gone mad? What are you doing?” I yelled at him as hard as I could.

“I told the truth,” he said smugly, and sat down on my couch again. At this moment, I just wanted to kill him.

“I’m not going to beg you to accept the money. Are you hoping for more compensation? Well, let me tell you, I’ve already taken care of that.”

– What’s that supposed to mean? – He’s getting tense.

“You’ll have minimum compensation, fifty thousand in all.”

“So you’d better take it,” I told him when I looked at him.

“Alex, why won’t you leave me alone? Why do you keep ruining my life? I’d rather serve twelve more years in prison than see you again. I despise and hate you so much that you can’t even imagine,” he said the words so loudly that they reached me and penetrated into my consciousness. I didn’t know what to say to him, so I just shut up and turned away from him.

“Nothing to say?” he tried to ask me, but I continued to ignore him further.

“That’s right, it’s better to keep quiet. That’s the only thing you’re good at,” he told me. Arthur got up from the couch and came up behind me, putting his arms around my waist.