Page 31 of Emilia: The Final Psychopath

I watched her as she put her earring into her ear. It was a dainty, long, dangly design with several strands of gold chain but with small diamonds through them. My eyes dropped to her ass, and I frowned and wondered how she covered all of her skin up yet still managed to look like a sex siren.

“When did you get rid of Kyle’s body?”

My eyes flicked back to the mirror so I could see her face. I was glad I bought the vanity mirror and dresser for her. There was something sexy about watching her get ready. Then again, she could be taking a piss, and that would still turn me on.

“Why are you asking?” I asked after I cleared my throat.

“Well, you couldn't have done everything and smoked a cigarette in six minutes.”

“I believe it was six minutes and thirteen seconds,” I said with a smirk.

She rolled her eyes at me before she turned around to face me. My eyes dropped to the deep V-shape of her neckline.

She might need a shawl to cover that up. I wondered if she had a shawl. Did women still wear shawls?

When she cleared her throat, I realised she was still waiting for an answer.

“Fine, I went back for the body when you were sleeping. I buried him at a cemetery. There was a burial due that afternoon.”

“You buried him, and then someone else was buried on top of him?”

“Yes. The incinerator would have woken you up.”

She smiled and walked towards me. I spread my legs, and she sat on my lap.

“Okay, that was well thought out,” she said as she put her arm around my neck.

“Mmm, you smell good, Angel,” I said, tearing my eyes away from her tits.

I felt her hand slide down my dick until she rubbed my balls.

“I want to ride your dick tonight,” she said. “But you might need to help me get started.”

An image of her sitting on top of me fucking my dick, with her dark hair flying in the air as her tits moved over my face, hit me like a ton of bricks.

“We can go out tomorrow night,” I said, trying to pull her skirt up.

“No,” she said as she slapped my shoulder and tried to get off my lap. “My Dad never let me go on any dates, and after my disastrous prom night, I didn't even try. I want a nice date with you, Cyrus,” she implored.

Once again, a sense of gratitude hit me towards her father for keeping all men away from Emilia. I felt torn, but how could I deny her such a simple request? I stifled a sigh and hoped it was a quick night.

I still had to break the news to her.

Chapter 27

Emilia

Cyrus was the perfect gentleman as he sat me down before he sat across from me. He wasn't excessive with his wealth, and I liked that. I did need to tell him about his security system flaw, though. He shouldn't have been cheap on that.

“You're glowing tonight, Angel,” he murmured as he picked up his menu. “Don't women glow when they're pregnant?”

My smile fell when I realised I should pick up an early pregnancy test. He worked in biotech but I wasn’t sure in which field. If it was the human biology field he would have been on it faster than me. Tests could be taken earlier and they were much more reliable than the past ones women used to use. I glanced back at Cyrus, who looked innocent.

Too innocent.

“Do you want to share something with me?” I asked suspiciously.

“I may have had your blood tested in my lab,” he said.

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