The Stranger Behind My Orgasm novel Chapter 68

Chapter 68: A DEEP SEATED HATRED

Author’s POV

Alicia Duke had never hated a woman the way she hated Abigail Kellerman.

Oh, it was easy enough to. After seeing her last year on Drake Huntington’s Instagram, her hair tipped back to the camera, laughing as he proposed, she had scoffed in disgust and the years of anger and hatred came bubbling up to the surface.

So, Abigail was still everyone’s golden girl huh?

It would seem nothing had changed since middle school. Ever since Alicia stepped into preschool, straight up through elementary and middle school, she knew two facts that would always remain facts.

One, life was ceaselessly unfair. You couldn’t have it all. You could have parents, and never feel love. Or like some sassy lucky bitch, you could have no parents and yet have the love of practically every one in the world.

Two, sassy lucky bitches like Abigail Kellerman were exactly why life was unfair in the first place.

Alicia’s fingers hovered over the keyboard, tapping rapidly, moving swiftly as she flipped through files on Abigail’s computer. Her eyes scanned the names, the timestamps and memos.

"Where the hell is it?" She grumbled ruffling through all the annoying labels that the proud bitch had placed all over her system.

Very annoying, if Alicia had anything to say about it.

The soft click of heels made her freeze.

"Shit," She cursed exiting the file, pulled up the desktop settings, and switched the wallpaper that she had prepared as an excuse.

"What the hell are you doing at my desk?"

Alicia pressed her lips in a thin line, rising off the chair, turning to face her nemesis who rapidly closed the distance between them, her eyes narrowed in suspicion.

It was hilarious how after nine years, Abigail still couldn’t recognize her even after getting all up in her face several times.

Oh, it had been incredibly fun, hunting down her fiance and slowly working her way into Drake’s friend group. If Abigail hadn’t walked into the orgy herself, she had a plan brewing to play the videos she secretly taped at their wedding.

"Oh relax, I was changing your wallpaper," Alicia replied coolly, stepping away from the desk, a fake smile warming on her lips.

Abigail glanced past Alicia at the glass walls. Finnegan stood with his back turned, to them, facing the city below.

His hand gripped the phone pressed to his ear, tightly and Abigail would bet he was already working on a replacement for Tyler already. It stung; did he just replace anyone over a simple mistake?

It wasn’t like Tyler had scammed him, or tried to steal for him, it had been just a lie.

Alicia looked in the direction of Abigail’s gaze. She had arrived for her meeting with Mr. Wolfe to discuss the press and public view of the corporation after the launch but when she arrived, he had been deep in conversation, his back turned to his assistant’s empty desk and she just had to seize the opportunity to set the plan in action.

He hadn’t moved since she arrived. Too bad, the pesky assistant was back and she had stopped gazing at her boss with those hurt eyes and was now glaring at the wall paper on her computer.

Interesting, Alicia noted, walking around the desk quickly before Abigail did something crazy like grab her hair. She wouldn’t put it past her to do that. After all the crazy bitch had dunked her head in a piping cold beer nine years ago.

Keep my parents name out of your thin mouth!

Alicia’s hands curled into fists at the memory. "How do you like my gift?"

Abigail’s brows furrowed in perplexity. The wallpaper was a selfie of Alicia and Drake sticking their tongue out at the camera. She had been so busy, she had barely noticed either of them were at the launch.

"Aww, now I get to see two yeasty faces sticking their tongue out at me. How sweet. You seriously expect me to believe you came all the way here to change my wallpaper?"

Why did Abigail have to get the last word every time? Why did she get to win every single time?

"If you’re done," she made a shooing motion with her hands. "Some of us have work to do."

Huffing, Alicia turned, taking a deep breath to calm herself. It was alright, she would make Abigail eat her words. Afterall, she had already laid a huge trap on the launch night and Abigail had fallen right in the middle of it.

By the time evening fell, Alicia was behind the wheel, driving down to meet up with the next piece in her plan, fingers tapping lightly against the steering wheel as her phone buzzed through the car speaker.

She answered the call with a roll of her eyes.

"You’re taking too long." A deep voice came from the other end, huffing impatiently.

"Would you relax? It’s going exactly according to plan."

"I don’t like this plan. It’s too slow. Finnegan does not move slow. He will find out and- "

"Oh my god, why don’t you come and do it yourself?" She yelled, shutting the voice on the other end up. "Yeah, that’s what I thought. I’m handling it, okay?"

The voice sighed. "What about the other person you said we could use? Will he agree to this?"

She swerved the car into the bar’s parking lot, her eyes spotting Drake through the windshield. He leaned casually against his car, the cool evening wind ruffling his hair.

"Oh," she grinned, her eyes fixed on him. "He’ll definitely agree."

Nothing in this world could save Abigail when she was done with her. "She left me with nothing back then. I’m going to ruin everything she has. I already took Drake, I can take much more."

It was time to bring out the big guns.