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“He isn’t like Londoners. He is from Argyle, and his family owns a whiskey distillery. Why would he want to murder me? I’m a delight,” I said before taking a large bite of my doughnut.
“Just call me if anything happens,” she said. “It’s just weird how Addison vanishes and he shows up at your door.”
“I posted the roommate ad, but I don’t know what happened to Addison,” I said, taking a sip of my coffee.
I paused and took another sip. The coffee tasted different, as if something was missing. Perhaps the barista used soya milk by accident.
“What’s her full name?” Amara asked, picking up her phone.
“Hmm. I want to say. Connor or Connelly.”
“How long did you live with her for?” she asked, rolling her eyes.
“Almost two years and I’m messing with you, it’s Conbury. I tried messaging her on her social media, but she didn’t reply.”
Amara’s eyes locked onto mine. “I can’t find any account or person by that name.”
She handed me her phone, and I put my half-eaten doughnut on the napkin.
The spelling was correct. I scrolled down the page before moving on to the next three, but she was right.
All traces of Addison’s social media accounts were gone.
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Following an emergency meeting, Alan announced that we could work from home using company laptops. Claire was seething, but she would never say anything in front of Alan. Last night, Lyall said she sounded like a harpy, and it was the perfect description for her.
We had to sit around and wait for IT to release the equipment to us, but at the back of my mind, I wondered what happened to Addison. All I knew was that she worked nights somewhere. I didn’t know where her family lived or where she worked. None of my messages went through to her anymore.
She’d vanished without a trace.
Chapter 9
Lyall
She was ripe for us. Her frustration perfumed the air—sweet, desperate, and ours. Last night I watched her desperate actions, but I could tell the toy wasn't enough for her. There was minimal relief for her. She needed me and my knot because nothing else would take that ache away.
After senior management announced that everyone in Nia’s office would work from home due to the fish heads I’d planted, I handed in my resignation. Since I was still in my probationary period, there was no need to work a notice. My petty revenge against the harpy had paid off in the most unexpected way.
I finished loosening the pipe under the kitchen sink and watched the first droplet of water appear. Once I packed up my tools, I returned to the apartment next door to see what Nia would do when she came back.
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Ewan and Callum barely had time to finish their drinks before I shoved them out the door. Through the surveillance feed, I watched Nia wrestle with her work laptop, her frustrated sigh carrying through the thin walls as IT put her on hold.
She set up her laptop in the living room but couldn't log into the work’s network, so she called IT. While she was on the phone to them, she pottered around the kitchen, tidying up as the kettle boiled.
With her coffee made, she was about to leave when she paused. She returned to the sink and opened the cupboard below it.
The leak had been discovered.
She juggled with the phone as she knelt to position a mixing bowl to contain the leak, but the hem of her blouse rode up. My claws pierced the armrest. Two inches of bare skin and I was feral.
I’d grown to know her body language, micro expressions, and what made her content. She liked her own space, yet she was happier sharing a meal with me. I studied every angle of her body and face, memorising her features until they were seared into my mind.
When she finally got logged on, there was a knock on the door. I frowned, but it was only a deliveryman. She sat on the couch and tore open a brown box. There was a smaller box inside.
I froze when she pulled it out. Conall growled. We both watched in horror as she held a large black vibrator in her hand. She tested out the different settings before taking it into her bedroom and plugging it in to charge. The packaging went in the bin. I looked away from the screen to the wall of pictures I’d dedicated to my mate.
