LOVING HIM TO DEATH

“Are you crazy? Have you lost your fucking mind?” I yelled.

“Don’t yell at me, Liz. It’s not like it’s a new thing. Girls your age do it these days. So what are you going to do now?”

“You think I would have called your sorry ass if I knew?” I screamed at her.

“You better not yell at me, young lady. I am seconds away from calling the police on you right now.” She paused as I caught my breath. “You owe me a lot of favours, Liz,” she said.

I could hear the sneer in her voice.

“What do you want?” I asked.

“One million dollars.”

“You must be high. I made a mistake calling you,” I said and ended the call.

The phone rang again.

“You better listen to me or I’m going to share this juicy news with every media outlet I know. Your lovely father would be so proud of his daughter. Don’t you think?” she said and cut the call.

I was shaking even more uncontrollably now.

I had panicked and called the wrong person.

How could she?

A knock rapped outside the door and I jumped.

“Who’s there?” My voice croaked.

“Room service,” came the reply.

“We are not done yet,” I replied hastily, pulling the huge duvet over the body on the floor.

“We can’t wait any longer, ma’am. It’s been hours,” the person outside the door replied.

“Well, come back in the next few minutes. We will be done then,” I snapped.

There was a long silence, then receding footsteps.

I had to get the hell out of there.

I peered out of the window again. It was a very risky jump and I wasn’t going to take that option.

His phone began to ring.

Wifey!

Oh Lord. I was doomed!

Another knock on the door.

“What is it?” I asked, irritated.

“The police. Open up, please. We would like to ask you some questions.”

How? Who?

I stared at the door, the option of flying out of the window becoming more appealing as the seconds ticked off.

“Open the door,” the voice sounded even more authoritative.

The phone rang again. Same caller!

What could you….. any of you have done in my situation?

A young mistress with her older lover on a luxurious vacation, then he dies right in the middle of the room.

What would you have done?

Thoughts of Lola and my father’s disappointed face flashed through my eyes.

Viviana’s sneering grin tormented me as I turned the key and let the police in.

I knew I had ruined my life….. just for a pleasure that wasn’t supposed to be mine to enjoy.

I stood motionlessly as the police officer moved his mouth….. asking me about something…… something about Lionel’s wife calling them about her husband not taking his calls since the previous day.

Something about who I was and why I was in his room.

And why had the receptionist told him that we had been checked in as Mr. and Mrs.?

Then his eyes drifted to the mess of broken plates on the floor and I couldn’t even stop him from moving into the suite, and of course he discovered the body.

I was still in a daze when he snapped the cuffs on my wrists and pulled me out of the room.

All I could say was…..

“Call me Lola.”