50 The theft

** ANTONY SANTOS**

If they bought this story, a huge part of the plan was done. I held her chin, grasping her hand then moving further in the room. I wanted to kiss it all away. Her pain and suffering most, I never wanted her to shed a single tear, ironically I was making her scream at this very second.

A minute or two later, I placed my hand over her head then motioned for her to halt. It was enough. She knew what to do next, I explained everything.

It was hard to keep focus and still feel terrible with her clothes dropping to the ground one after the other, ripping them slightly so everyone buys the story.

"There's the bed warmer over there. He doesn't need to see you naked. I won't take it if he manages to catch a glimpse at all."

Her eyes rested on mine, I think she finally understood the sentences I've been chirping in.

"There isn't anything going on with Ethan. He isn't you."

"Don't say his fucking name."

I growled and she merely chuckled.

"I'm not afraid of you Antony."

She sta