Guilty Pleasure (6 page)

“
You are quite passionate
about his pain.”

“
He seems like a nice guy.
I don’t really know him.”

“
He is quite a nice guy,
but he is also naïve. He is generous to a fault, even with those
who don’t deserve it. He doesn’t want to use what God gave
him.”

“
What does that
mean?”

“
He is an extremely
attractive male. And yet he refuses to see this quality in himself.
He could probably charm a snake if he wanted.”

“
So you are saying if you
are an attractive person you should use that to further
yourself.”

“
Why not. I, unlike Adam,
are not naïve to the ways of the world.”

“
You sound a bit more jaded
than he is.”

“
Perhaps.” Michael felt a
rage building inside him. He had himself all psych up to hunt
tonight and now because of that naïve singer he would have to put
it on hold.

“
Are you angry that Adam
stayed at mine and Monica’s apartment?”

“
No, I don’t own the deed
to your pussy.”

“
Excuse me…”

Michael stood and walked over to her. “Tell
me something, Nicole, are you showing up at my apartment Saturday
or not?” His voice was harsher than he intended. He had to get
himself in check or he run the risk of scaring her off. “Shit, I’m
sorry, that sounded douchey.” Michael leaned back on his desk.
“Monday was a bit awkward for both of us. I guess I’m trying to
ease that awkwardness. If I knew which way you wanted this to go I
think that would help.”

“
I understand. I’m glad I’m
not the only one that feels awkward.” Nicole kept her gaze to the
floor. “I would love to go to your apartment Saturday, what time
should I arrive?”

Michael smiled down at her. She was so eager
to please it made his cock rock hard. “How about seven p.m. does
that work for you?”

“
Yes, Sir.”

“
Alright now that is
settled let’s get some work done. See, the awkwardness has already
lessen.” He walked back over to behind his desk and sat on the
chair. “I will look over the file you gave me. Both of these cases
should be pretty easy.”

“
Thank goodness.” She
looked up at him and he was smiling warmly at her. That made her
feel so much better.

***

Michael called Linda and told her something
came up and that he would be unable to go out this Wednesday. She
sounded so disappointed and yet she should be thanking whatever God
she prayed to, that this happened.

Michael couldn’t quiet the demon inside
himself. His need was overwhelming and this was dangerous. This is
how people like him get caught. He had talked with Adam earlier
this afternoon to confirm what Nicole had told him was the truth
and it was. Adam would no doubt wallow in self-pity, most of his
kind did. Michael would never waste energy on such emotions.

He pulled up to the apartment building in
the rented car. He shut the car off. He had to wait a moment to
control his need.

When a woman broke his heart he did what he
does best. She took his heart he took her life. These kills where
highly ritualize. He would strangle her until the life left her
eyes then he stab her through the heart. He would lay the body out
in a place that meant something to them. He would cut off a chunk
of hair to save as a trophy then dose the body with white paint. He
didn’t really know why he went to so much trouble with these kind
of kills. From a legal standpoint this was oddly smart of him. They
would never pin these murders on the same person from his previous
kills, they were just too different to link to the same person.

Michael’s first love was Jenny Thompson,
their relationship lasted a year, but when she refused to go to the
same college he did so they could be close to each other he took it
as a betrayal and killed her. His second love, Kim Nichols, was
during his sophomore year at Yale. She went to Southern Connecticut
state university to study art. He grew tired of her clinginess and
killed her. These two and one other victim were the only ones he
remembered their names, the only ones he had a sliver of remorse
for killing. No one knew of these relationships and he always
figured he wanted it that way just in case he couldn’t control his
demons and killed her. Self-preservation was always utmost in
Michael’s mind.

He got out of the car and headed inside. He
looked around for any kind of cameras or security devices.
Thankfully, most of these low rent apartments didn’t have any kind
of security. He went to the stairs and just walked up the four
flights. He couldn’t chance someone would see him. His need to kill
was growing with every step he took.

He swung open the stairwell door and did a
quick look up and down the hallway. No one was there. He quickly
headed for apartment twenty. He kept looking up and down the
hallway as he waited for someone to answer.

The door slowly opened.

“
Shit, did Adam send
you?”

Michael shoved the door open knocking Mindy
on her ass.

“
Hey man, what the fuck?” a
guy said.

“
Danny, don’t touch him, he
is a fucking lawyer. This is Adam’s friend.” Mindy got up to her
feet. “What do you want?”

Michael made his way to her small
kitchen.

“
Dude, get the fuck out of
here or I will toss you out the fucking window.”

Michael looked at the wannabe biker.

“
This is what you toss Adam
away for.”

“
Okay, I get it, you are
mad that I hurt your friend,” Mindy said.

“
No, you don’t get it,
bitch. I’m fucking mad that you fucked up my plans for tonight.”
Michael grabbed a large kitchen knife.

“
What are you going to do
with that, pretty boy?” Danny said.

“
Let’s take it down a
notch. You don’t need to try and scare me,” Mindy said.

“
Are you scared? Good, it’s
much more fun when my victim is scared.”

“
Enough of this shit.”
Danny walked over to him. “I doubt you will do anything, pretty
boy, but I sure the fuck will. You have made a huge
mistake.”

“
No, you have, asshole.”
Michael lunged for Danny and stabbed him rapidly three times in the
stomach. This would take him down. He quickly charged at Mindy and
grabbed ahold of her. He grabbed a nearby lamp and pulled its cord
from the wall socket. He tore the cord off the lamp and used it to
hogtie her so she couldn’t move.

He walked back over to Danny and just smiled
down at him. The look of horror on this idiot’s face was priceless.
Michael came down to his knees he set the blade of the knife
against Danny’s throat. “You are going to die, asshole.” He
listened to Danny plea for his life until he grew bored of it then
he slit his throat.

“
You aren’t screaming,
bitch,” Michael said as he walked over to Mindy.

“
Please, don’t kill
me.”

“
You saw how well all that
begging helped that idiot. No amount of begging or bargaining will
save you. Die with some dignity. You fucked up my plans tonight.
Some other bitch was supposed to die. You couldn’t keep your
fucking legs close. Adam would have happily fucked you here,
leaving his apartment empty like it was supposed to be.”

“
What are you talking
about?”

“
Did you care anything for
Adam?”

“
Of course I did. I will
make it up to him if you let me live.”

“
I don’t give a flying shit
about him. He is a means to an end. A scapegoat, fall guy, whatever
term you would like to use. You see, bitch, I helped him so he
could help me. It’s that simple. Tell me why you didn’t let him
move in with you if you knew he was having a hard time
financially.”

“
Why would I do that? What
are you getting at?”

“
He was just a piece of arm
candy for you, wasn’t he? Answer me,” Michael barked.

“
Yes. I just wanted to show
him off to my friends. I knew that stupid band of his was going
nowhere and I told him to get a real job, but he didn’t
listen.”

“
Then I should thank you
for being such a cold hearted bitch. I have killed so many people I
have lost count. I take them to Adam’s apartment so I can play with
them for a little while until I take their life. Look at me, I’m so
close to Adam’s built, Adam’s looks, hell our voice even has the
same deep tone, and not to mention I tell my victims when I meet
them that I am Adam. So if I fuck up, Adam will take the fall. And
it’s all your fault. Now, it’s playtime.”

He lifted her up just enough so he could
drag her into the bedroom. He will torture her until he grew bored
of it then kill her like he had done with all the others. He will
just leave their bodies here. There is nothing tying this bitch and
her man to him. He would have to be careful not to leave any DNA
evidence. Yet, at this moment he didn’t care about anything but
Mindy’s torment.

Chapter Six

Nicole looked up at the Legacy Tower
Building as she stood in front of the entrance. It was strange that
such a modern-looking condo building had an historic entrance.
Michael’s penthouse was on the seventy-first floor. He must make
pretty damn good money if he could afford to live in a condo
building like this. She walked up to the doorman. She told him that
Mr. Lyons was expecting her and after he checked to make sure it
was true he let her into the building.

She took the elevator up to Michael’s
penthouse. A mixture of fear and arousal filled her. She got out of
the elevator and just beyond it was the door to his penthouse.

“
Girl, I hope you know what
you are doing?” she told herself.

She rang the doorbell and within a few
moments the door open. Michael was wearing just a pair of jeans.
God, he looked good.

“
Come in, Nicole.” He
headed into the main living area.

“
Whoa…” Nicole exclaimed as
the skyline of Chicago was easily viewed from the large windows.
“How do you afford living here? Oh, I’m sorry I…”

“
It’s okay, Nicole,”
Michael chuckled. He handed her a glass of wine. “Nothing has to
happen, Nicole. It’s just enough you showed up.”

She took the glass of wine from him as her
eyes traveled down his well-chiseled chest. She wanted to run her
hands over the beauty of his body…her pussy moistened at the
thought of tasting his skin, feeling the hardness of him…her
breathing quickened. She quickly everted her gaze. She had to keep
a level head. She was afraid to want him, but more so, she was
feared that she might fall in love with him. Oh, she was getting
way ahead of herself. She had to change her thoughts quickly.

“
Do you want me to take off
my shoes?” she asked.

“
If you want to. Drink the
wine to calm your nerves.”

“
Yes, Sir.”

“
I’m intrigued that you
still have the need to address me as Sir while you are standing in
my home.”

“
I’m sorry…”

“
Please don’t apologize. I
like that you call me Sir. Feel free to look around. And to answer
your earlier question about affording this place, well my parents
are quite rich and I have done really well in my
practice.”

Nicole walked over to the large window. The
view was breathtaking.

“
Where ever you look out
has an amazing view that is why I bought this condo. I’m going to
finish up dinner as you explore.”

“
You didn’t have to make me
dinner.”

“
I know, but I wanted
to.”

She smiled shyly at him. She couldn’t resist
exploring his large condo. The furnishing were modern and sleek,
yet there was a coldness, a sterility about how he had this large
condo decorated. She walked over to a huge bookshelf that went
floor to ceiling. It even had a wooden ladder so someone could
reach the top bookshelf. She liked that, the large antique
bookshelf gave a bit of warmth to the space. She moved closer to
look at some of the titles. There were shelves filled with
self-help books. Her gaze traveled higher and there were of course
books on law and all the fiction classics.

“
There you are,” Michael
said as he came up to her and poured her another glass of
wine.

“
I was just checking out
your books. I wouldn’t think you would need all these self-help
books you are so confident.”

“
I wasn’t always that way.
When your parents are highly successful in their chosen fields, a
lot is expected of you.”

“
What does your parents
do?”

“
My father is a skilled
surgeon and my mom owns a successful art gallery. So naturally
everyone expected their only child to be exceptional.”

“
The pressure of that must
have been enormous.”

“
It was. But I’m
tough.”

He couldn’t tell her that he had to study
how so called normal people think, or that knowing the psyche of a
wide range of people would make it easier to trick his victims. He
had forgotten about those self-help books. Yet, judging by that
look of empathy, which always intrigue him about her, was plastered
on her face she easily bought his story. Sure his parents were
successful and they did exactly what he told her. But they never
pressured him to do anything. They only wanted him to be happy.