Chapter 14 - I NEED TO DEAL WITH HIM FIRST (1/2)

A love like that was a serious illness, an illness from which you'll never entirely recover.

-Charles Bukowski-

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Today, Gael was exceptionally clingy, he wanted to be with Lise all the time and didn't want her out of his sight at all. Thus, he made the girl skip her class and picked her up from her university directly before driving to his company.

Gael had a packed schedule for today, but he wanted to see her the second he finished his meeting, therefore, this was what he did.

After all, this was not the first time he had done it and no matter how hard Lise rejected his stupid idea, Gael wouldn't listen. He just did whatever he liked, disregarding what Lise really wanted.

Lise hated it when he came up with ideas like this, since all she could do was wait for him like a doll and nothing. Most of the time, Lise would read a book or try to get her assignment done, but she was not able to supress her anger toward this man.

People would think she should be grateful that the most wanted and successful young businessman loved her so much that he didn't want to part with her.

Yet, one should stand in a person's shoes if they wanted to know what exactly happened. The truth was not always as beautiful and dreamy as it sounded or seen.

She was not loved. She was his obsession. The feeling that Gael had for her was not love, that crazy man was obsessed with controlling her.

Even with every step she took, Lise felt like she would find Gael's people at every corner, watching her movement to report it back to that man.

It was suffocating and frustrating.

Moreover, Lise didn't know what made Gael obsessed with her. She was not the most beautiful woman in the world, she was not nice either, but he seemed beguiled with everything she did or said.

And the death of the two men only solidified his craziness.

The two poor men were trying to have a conversation with Lise, but she refused, as she knew that Gael wouldn't appreciate it, but the two thought she was only Gael's plaything, and nothing of much value.

Probably they were right about Lise being his plaything, yet they didn't know how petty Gael could be. He wouldn't tolerate anyone touching anything he owned.

Both of them overstepped their boundaries and Gael appeared with a gun in his hand. In one second, the two of them were trying to get Lise's attention, the next second they were dead with gaping holes in their foreheads, as blood oozed out.

”You must be scared of what they have done to you… I should have made their deaths more painful,” Gael coaxed Lise to stop crying, but he was not aware that he was the reason she was crying.

Lise was scared. ”I want to go home…” she said between her tears.

They were in an exclusive pub where Gael had a meeting with the two men and they started to talk rubbish to Lise.

”You want to go home?” Gael signaled his men to get rid of the two bodies in front of him and clean up their blood.