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I stood up grumbling, picked up the box cutter and tossed it over the books, but that wasn't enough to allay my anger.
So I walked over to this built-in cabinet to get him out of this danger. This damn object was stuck between two books. It exasperated me even more, and my breath bore witness to it. So I decided to remove each book for fear of hurting myself.
Lifting one of the manuscripts, a c***k was heard. I stopped in my tracks and looked on the shelf, but I saw nothing, it was surely an idea I had formed. I put the cutter on the study table and put the books back in their places.
My nerves were on edge, I needed to relax. I left the room and walked down the stairs, accompanied by the clicking of my waders.
Most of the living room was made of brick and stone. My grandfather inherited this house from his family, and when he died he left it to me. It was the reason why I wanted to spend my last months here. I wanted to close my eyes inside these walls.
Before reaching the last step, I connected my phone to the Bluetooth speaker. The song, silhouette, of a male duet began to invade the room.
On the sofa, I sat down and retrieved one of the books lying on the table. And there it was, the shock !
Petter was in front of the W's house, his back glued to the neighbor's wall, near the trash can.
Lauriane's accomplice was a few meters from me. The one who had to seduce me to steal my fortune. The one I had also decided to take revenge on.
Mechanically, I got up, let go of the book. The latter hit the ground. My eyes were fixed on him. My pulse was increasing. One's steps went to the bay window.
The curtain shifted under my impulse. I stared at him. He looked still, until he looked up at me. Our eyes met, and Petter followed suit in my direction. Towards the house.
I immediately let go of the piece of fabric and slammed my back against the wall. My heart was pounding, and my pulse was racing. Without controlling my fingers, I pushed the curtain again and looked for her gaze.
Except that Petter was nowhere to be found.
Suddenly, the bell rings. My gaze moved to this place.
Again we rang. Petter ?
Was he going to provoke our meeting today ? Was I prepared enough for this moment ? Several questions torpedoed my brain. I did not see myself ready to meet him. I, who was prepared for me at this time, was I going to be fine enough in my acting ?
Likewise, I hesitated to open it, but finally I took my courage in hand and lowered the handle. The door slowly opened. My heart was beating wildly, drops of sweat ran down my forehead. I closed my eyes.
When I slowly open the eyelids, I had the impression that time had frozen. And when my pupils were raised, I saw my father.
I realized that I hadn't been paying attention to the roar of his vehicle's engine.
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