Authors: Betsy Poole
“I know! You’re hot Sheila! Your charm is still like always - it never runs out!”
I rested beside her and we both decided to dress as we had other business to do as well.
“Now that you are satisfied enough, would you mind helping me get in the surveillance room?” I asked.
“Well, when Sheila gives you word, she follows it. Isn’t it?”
“Always,” I said.
I knew that she would help me get inside the surveillance room and to be honest, I didn’t mind the cost it had come at. I was happy with the way we had sex because my body felt a whole lot better. Sex surely could be a great de-stressing way and it helped me gather some amount of energy back.
I was little sore and my dick was still resonating with the little aftershocks as I had fiercely amazing hot sex, but I was glad. As I zipped my trouser and got dressed, I saw how amazing Sheila looked.
She we beautiful and her breasts were huge – wasn’t it a really amazing combination? I kissed her one more time and I knew that I was very close to getting on the bed and tangling in between the sheets all over again, but sex could wait. I had more important things to do.
I knew I had to see the surveillance footage. I promised Sheila I would be back soon and we would have another round of sex with a lot of foreplay in it this time round.
Sheila was excited and as she left me to the room, I asked her to leave so I could see the footage.
Sheila left me alone but not without mentioning casually that the surveillance room too could be seen and I was not to mess with any evidence. I was not here to do that. My motive to be in the room was to simply confirm the theory as to whether or not Ila actually gave Anthony the whiskey which supposedly has poison in it.
As I started the system and went through the recordings, I found out the evidence I was looking for. It was clear in the camera that Ila had taken a whiskey bottle and I could also see her handing it over to Anthony.
As I zoomed in closer to the footage, I saw that Ila didn’t quite look herself. She was walking in a weird sort of manner and I wanted to know more about us. I looked at every other detail and I noted down some of the key points because I had no idea when I would have access to it again.
It took me nearly an hour to get all facts down. One thing was very clear. The whiskey certainly had the poison. The whiskey had killed Anthony and Ila was the one who had carried the whiskey. However, he knew that there was still a part of it that was missing, but what could possibly be it and did anyone actually tamper the footage? Did someone reach the surveillance room before I had come here?
Once again, I found myself at the same place and had no answers for all the mess. I called Sheila inside and asked her if there were more parts to it and if anyone had come before me to this room.
“Darling, you are the one who stayed at the Vecchio mansion or else people don’t even know this wing exists. It is like the guarded secret tower of the mansion. Who would come here?”
“But, this is not the complete stills you know! There is a part before the murder and I am sure you would have more footage.”
“I will need to check then. A few cameras that are also tied to the public surveillance room may not have their clipping directly available here. I will have to check them, but that is going to take some time. Why don’t you come back here again and the two of us could have another sex round and you could see those?”
There was a part of me that wondered if Sheila was smarter than I was giving her credit and yet I knew that the last thing I wanted to do was infuriate her because she had the power and I was the puppet. She could land me in some serious trouble and that too very easily.
So, I pretended that I had complete trust on her.
“Of course, I trust you. You are the one I can rely on in this mansion now. Still, try and look if there is something that is missing and I would surely be back soon. For the time being, I would like to take this footage with me. Get me the backup CD, will you?”
I knew that I shouldn’t ask her for it because if I did, she would probably say no. Because giving Sheila too many options was one of the right ways of making her feel a lot more powerful than she already was.
My trick worked and Sheila gave me three CDs that had the footage. I knew there was a part that was still hidden, but for the time being these would do.
***
All my way back, I wanted to ask Ila what was the matter. Here I was, putting my life in danger and heading to Vecchio mansion to save the woman who didn’t even bother to tell me the whole truth.
There was a part of me that was really furious and I was frustrated to the very core. Of course, I deserved better than this! What business did I have leaving my good well paying job and running with a half lunatic pervert who was into drugs and a woman I had once slept with!
I could have very well show Ila the door had my heart not played so stupid! Despite knowing that I was perhaps better without Ila, there was a part of me that cared for her. I had fallen for her on the same night when I had found her sprawled over my body.
Despite being with so many women in the past, her face had stood out for me and I knew that she was the one I wanted to be with whenever I imagined myself in the future. However, I had forced myself to forget about her because she was not into me and I may be a jerk half the time, but forcing your body on someone wasn’t the kind of dick I was.
So, I decided to head back to the place we were staying and I would ask Ila to give me the answers. Damn, I needed them. I cursed and the beautiful face of Ila came up in front of me.
I could see her sensuous face, the beautiful honey brown eyes and the perfect curves. Ila was one of that woman who had sex written all over her. She was the kind of woman who could give you some real hot fantasies and she didn’t even have to try to be sexy.
She was sexy. You thought of Ila Stills and you would get a boner – she was that kind of a woman and I was sure that too many men who had been with her in Arizona might have been hooked on her. Whether it was the drug that made her so appealing or was it just who she was, it was a hard thing to figure out.
I kept on driving until I reached the place. I got out of the area and I badly wished that I did not have to face Rick. Rick had become a pain in the ass. He had changed drastically in the little time I had been away. Ever since Vecchio’s death, Rick had started behaving like he was the real boss.
He had a habit of giving commands to everyone and questioning too many things. Both of which was something I really didn’t like to tolerate. I mean, he wasn’t my damn boss, you know!
Still, as I had nothing left to do and I knew I needed answers if I were to solve the mystery. So I decided to ask for answers and swear to God, I would break a few bones if I wasn’t offered any.
When I entered the room, I found that Ila was lying on the bed and she had just her panties and bra on. The thing with Ila is that she had sex so often and with so many people that it didn’t feel odd to her. She could also stroll naked in the road and wouldn’t mind people gaping at her.
I knew that deep down she was not this person, but too much of green ruins and then maybe, the sexual abuse at the hand of Vecchio had made her the kind of person. I knew that I could change this – change her because I needed to, I wanted to.
Yes, I loved sex and if it came easy, it was a bonus, but then again, Ila wasn’t just ‘fuck her girl’ for me. The only reason I had agreed to save Ila and left my good stable job was because I felt something for her.
I know you may be wondering as to how a dick like me could be so sentimental, but the heart is a puzzling thing. You don’t know what it feels until it makes you do something. I too had no clue why I had such a soft corner for Ila, but I couldn’t deny that I had one.
“Ila, I need to talk to you,” I said and then waited for an answer.
“Come here, babe. Let us lie down on the bed and talk to each other. We have all the time as there is never a rush here. Let me send you some kisses first.”
I was tired of this shit. I loved Ila, I knew that deep down, I really loved her! But, there were things beyond kisses hearts and sex. Somebody had died for god damn sake and I needed to find out who the murderer was. I was at the edge of my frustration and I didn’t know who to vent it out on.
“Ila, not everything is about sex and a kiss! I just came from the Vecchio mansion and I have news to share! I am doing all this for you and you don’t even care to answer me. All you want to do is just sit here with barely any clothes on and want to kiss me so that you could talk to me. Don’t you really think you should be a little more worried and you could give me some explanation as the footage of the camera isn’t really in your favor?”
Ila’s face turned pale and I could see how she got scared. She was still young and reckless. For Ila, everything existed in black and white. I didn’t know what to make out of the whole situation. I knew that she was scared of what the consequences would be, but deep in her heart, she was skeptical of how things would turn out.
Once I had lashed out on her, I realized my mistake and I knew that she was just trying to pretend to be cool about the whole thing, but inside she was shit scared. Any woman who was not even in her twenties would be so scared.
“Ila, look at me! I saw the video footage. You had handed the whiskey to Anthony. The whiskey contained poison and he died because of drinking the whiskey. There is clear footage that shows you handing the whiskey to her. Why did you lie to me? How can I even help you if you are not even going to tell me the truth? I had asked you repeatedly to tell me the truth, why Ila? Why did you lie to me?” I asked as I was close to losing it.
“I didn’t give him the whiskey. I have told you so many times. Yes, I came and asked for your help because I thought you loved me. If it is so hard for you to trust me, you can just leave and leave me to my fate. I did not kill Anthony. I am trying very hard to accept this and come out of the trauma. I am a suspect for a murder I didn’t do. What is there to lash out at me? Yes, I stroll around naked and I like to kiss and have sex. Why are you being such a judgmental prick? If I had handed Anthony the whiskey bottle, why would I at all lie?” Ila lashed out at me.
I knew I had been a dick. I was not the one who was charged with murder. I was not the one who may be detained by the police and to be honest, I was not the one to run. Then, why did I feel bad about the whole thing?
This was the thing about women – they could make you feel guilty even when they were the ones at fault. I knew I had to calm down and use reason because this woman was out there with her emotional drama and if I tried being emotional, there was no way I would win.
“Okay, I am sorry. Now, listen to me. I will show you the footage and you will see for yourself handing the whiskey toy Anthony. Does that make sense?” I told and then showed the surveillance footage to both Rick and Ila.
Ila was cofounded and really shocked at seeing the whole footage.
“I have no idea how this is possible. Trust me, I didn’t hand over to whiskey or else I do not remember. If I handed over whiskey, I would have some remembrance of the incident. But, I don’t recall making a glass of whiskey at all,” Ila said clearly flabbergasted.
Rick who had been unnatural quiet for so long decided to speak and I was really surprised at how much hate he had harbored inside him. I mean, I was out there to help and Rick was practically making me the bad guy in the whole situation.
“Ila, I think we sought help from the wrong guy. I am not really sure if Larry is trying to save you or frame you. I mean, didn't he go to the mansion to seek evidence to help us out, but look what he comes back with - a footage to claim that you murdered Anthony. No matter what the rest of the world has to say, you will always have my back, Ila. I know that you would never kill someone and I will stand by you. You don’t need to worry. Maybe, we should have sought someone else’s help. Larry here is not bothered about helping us. He may have his own interests in this, after all,” Rick said.
The urge to punch Rick was really high. I wanted to beat the shit out of him after all none of it made sense. I had left my damn good job just because I wanted to save Ila and yet this is what it all came down to. The worst thing is that for a brief moment, even Ila looked convinced and I ended up looking the bad guy when this time, I really was the one who was the good guy in the whole scenario!
What would I get at all by solving this murder mystery? It wasn’t like Ila would be all over me or profess her undying love for me. I did it because well, damn I did have a soft corner for the woman, but I was beginning to regret the whole thing.
Women were always a damn headache, I thought and I wanted so badly to just leave the two of them to rot in hell and go fuck my own life. However, I knew that if I did so, I would end up justifying Rick’s allegations and this was surely something that I did not want to happen.
“Shut up your bloody mouth, Rick! You know nothing about me and before you pass your asshole opinion about who I am and what my motives are, better go fuck your own head. Why don’t you go and save Ila if you are really so bothered about her! Weren’t you the one who had threatened me at the Arizona that if I didn't kill you, you would kill Ila? Where was all the concern then? Wouldn't you flinch at killing her that time? Don’t you dare call me names when you yourself are on such slippery ground!”