Obsessed to Hate Him

LIAM

I still don't get how it turned out to be like this. Me ducking behind a study table in the room of a maiden and having the said maiden ogling me like I am some kind of juicy steak.

It can't get worse.

No, with Kian around, it is already getting worse.

Kian made me do it because he thinks that the murderer will pop out of thin air, suck the blood dry of the maiden's body and leave us with a few bloody items. He isn't wrong. But I am not about to admit it. He doesn't need any more inflation of his already as-big-as-sea-like ego. I will be damned if I have to tolerate his smartass any longer than I already have.

I have seen annoying people with asshole-type attitudes, but at that time, I still hadn't seen Kian Eryx. But I have more than seen him now. And I would advise—I don't usually do the advice things—stay the hell away from Kian Eryx if you think you have seen enough idiots and assholes for your life because he will change your insight of the words, 'idiot' and 'assshole'.

People who know who I actually am back in Solaryn—aside from my mother and eldest sister—think that I am the most irritating person who has been born into the earth. I should tell them the address of Kian Eryx so that they can do justice to me and the words, 'asshole' and 'idiot'. 'Stupid' sounds cute for what Kian does.

Kian looked into the things I told him to look into. We found two former military officials with the kind of background that we were looking for. Kian took over to guard the first woman himself—though I think Kian is doing anything but guarding her. He may be possibly having a good time rolling around in the bed with the maiden. Then he made me look after this maiden who is sitting before me and eyeing me with anticipation. However, Kian didn't leave me alone with the girl. He sent Fred to look over me. Who is hovering outside the house like an undercover assassin. Seriously? It was supposed to be MY job.

He is such a dick.

I feel bad for this pretty girl who thinks that I will do 'something' to her because I won't. Women are the least of my interests right now. Women never interested me all that much aside from that pretty little body of theirs and the soft folds between their legs. I like tight pussy and a good time. But from the look of this woman, she doesn't have any of it.

She is looking forward to sleeping with a cute guy, and I am looking forward to fuck a good hole. She doesn't fill that one category of requirements. So put a red seal spelling 'BAN' over her head in my mind.

I avert my gaze from her, irritation pricking every line in my face and glimmering in my pale eyes. I run my fingers through my already tousled hair. I have no idea how I am supposed to seek out Oliver through the mess I am in right now. I need to make connections so that I can get anything, something on him. But I can do that under Kian's watch until I want to push my non-existent luck.

"What is your name?" The woman speaks up, breaking the long, stretched-out silence between us. She pulls her knees to her chest and wraps her around them, "My name is Amanda as you already know."

I blatantly ignore her. I have no desire to have short conversations with random nobody. Hell, I don't even make conversations when I fuck the daylight out of somebody.

"You have a pigeon?" I ignore her greetings and look around the room. It is a nice well-maintained room with rich furniture. There is a window beside the bed and a veranda on the east side of the room. The room smells of rich lavender and wealth. "A pen and paper would be nice as well."

Amanda hesitates for a bit before nodding and jumping down the bed. She runs across the room, fishing things out and handing them to me. "I will fetch the pigeon." She sprints out of the room, enthusiastic.

I have no idea what this woman is thinking while showing this amount of enthusiasm over absolutely nothing. Not that I care.

I push out a chair from the table at the corner of the room and get seated. I start scribbling. A simple letter to Vivana.

Vivana,

To your great credit, I am in deep shit. I am not telling you what it actually is because I want you to be worried sick about me. And there is no news about Oliver whatsoever. (I didn't search for him in the first place.)

You're good for nothing, youngest brother.

-Liam Vom Sylvyran.

I seal the letter inside a simple-looking envelope. Just then Amanda reenters the room with a calm pigeon perched on her arm. I walk over to her. Grab the pigeon and tie the message to one of its paws. The pigeon flies out of the open window on its own and I mutter a small thank you to Amanda.

"You will keep it a secret," I say, not a request but an order.

But Amanda doesn't mind my tone, "Alright. I can do a little favor to the person who is trying to save me."

Oops, another innocent, naive maiden.

I can't write while Kian is in the raibus of 100 meters, because I am not underestimating the man until he is 6 feet deep in the ground. Nor do I underestimate Fred because he is Kian's executive officer, no less. But I can push my luck just a little around the stoic stone-faced man. I have seen Stone showing more emotions than him.

Amanda falls asleep soon after with a disappointed look lingering on her face. She can't blame me for what I never did. The night deepens and gradually bleeds into another sunrise. And nothing happens.

Nothing.