Forest's Redemption

I am not in love with this woman.

I refuse to be in love with this woman.

I can pity her. I can hate her. I can be disgusted by her. But I cannot be in love with someone as morally decrepit as Lisa Mitchell!

She's given me orders to have no less than twenty people killed since I started working with her. She's told me to destroy the lives of more than forty families. That's more than sixty people's lives that she alone wanted to destroy because those people were in her way, had the gall to stand up to her or annoyed her.

More than sixty people would have lost their lives, their reputations, livelihood and families if it weren't for me risking my life to keep them out of harm's way. I got them to safety instead of ending their lives like she wanted.

So no, I'm not in love with Lisa Mitchell.

I know I have a thing for strong women.

What man wouldn't want to fuck the brains out of a woman who grabs the world by the balls and brings it to its knees?

Someone, please punch me in the face.

I want Lisa Mitchell to grab me by the balls and bring me to my knees.

Yes, I'm staring at a fire. There's a glorious fire so big, so vicious and so relentless that only religious texts will have the words to describe it to the masses. This fire keeps roaring no matter how many firefighters join the battlefield and no matter how many gallons of water is used to kill it.

And yet I can't stop thinking about the possibility of being in love qith Lisa Mitchell.

This fire refuses to die.

Something is feeding it from the depths of its soul. Something so pure and so starved that no amount of water will cure it's thirst - Justice.

Justice is fueling the fire that's ravaging the Mitchell Mansion and justice refuses to consume anything else but the Mitchell Mansion.

And yet I still can't stop thinking about Lisa.

My internal struggle is growing louder and stronger each day and today of all days, it seems to want to burst out of me.

I'm standing so close to the catastrophe that I can feel the ashes of everything the Mitchells held dear fall on my coat and skin. I can smell the ruins of the once monumental Mitchell Mansion. I am so happy right now that I want to start jumping up and down like a little school girl.

But I can't do that.

I can't do that because Lisa Mitchell is wailing like a banshee, kicking and screaming in my arms, trying to run past the firefighters and into her childhood home and I'm the only person who's holding her back ... stopping her from charging into the ungodly flames.

Maybe I should let her go?

I'll say I lost my balance or that I lost my strength due to all the glorious smoke that's probably drilling a hole in the ozone layer.

She'll burn. I'll laugh. I'll finally get to release all those people I supposedly killed and whose lives I was instructed to ruin.

But then what?

I hate her. I should hate her, but I think I love her. Lisa Mitchell may be crazy, but she makes life exciting. She makes everything a thrill.

Had Char not brought Sandra in the mix, I genuinely think Lisa would have been winning this war. She's older, wiser, has been living in this vicious world of money and its patreons much longer than Char.

People like me and Char are pretenders in Lisa's world. She knows the game and the game masters. She would have won if it hadn't been for the curse that plagues the Mitchell women - the Mitchell women all get obsessed with a man once they've chosen to love him.

If Char hadn't made Lisa fight for her marriage qhile she attacked her family, I think Lisa would have been winning right now.

But it's pointless thinking about that curse right now.

If Lisa wasn't crying and trying to run into the flaming estate, I'd be dancing right now. I'd put Tommy Richman's Million Dollar Baby on full blast and dance like a maniac in the putrid ash and smoke, with the firefighters and firetruck all crying in panic and Lisa crying as the symbol of her family's wealth and power comes crumbling down.

My only regret is that that estate is empty right now.

The servants, the animals, the henchmen, trained assassins and people who've spent their adult lives covering up the horrendous crimes committed all over the world by the Mitchells, all quit.

Yes. The animals quit.

I don't know how to explain it to a person with no money, but I did the paper work and can confirm that the animals living on that estate also quit.

Lisa and her family don't know how to wipe their own asses, let alone take care of an estate this big so they all scurried away like everyone else.

Lauren went to live with Angelique Spencer.

I have no idea where her parents went since Lisa was all but disowned. In fact, she hasn't been in the loop for anything in the past few months.

Lisa on the other hand, being the lovely heartless bitch she is, moved in with her best friend and her husband - Shonda and Brandon Carpenter. She and Brandon still sleep with one another every now and then despite shit hitting the fan.

"Lisa, we need to go!" I picked her up once she lost all her strength.

She was defeated. There was nothing behind those once bright blue eyes and her dirty ash smeared face.

"It's all gone." She hid her face like a child against my chest while I carried her away from what should have been the stage to my break dancing debute. "Everything is gone."

A smile crept up on my face while I carried her away, but it quickly faded away.

I love watching it all burn down, but I don't want to see the woman I think I love in such a desperate state. I want Lisa to be happy, but I also want her to experience every kind of pain this world has to offer. I want to kiss her, but I also want to put a bullet in her pretty little head. I want to rip out her tongue, but I also want her tongue to do ungodly things to me.

Khrishna, please shake these ludicrous thoughts out of my head!

She has three kids! That alone should make her at least ten times less attractive than a sprite young twenty two year old girl who has her whole life ahead of her.

I hate kids and I've hated blondes ever since Lucas Greyson sucker punched me for the sixth time at school. Plus, I promised my parents I'd never end up with a woman whose womb housed a child before I came ìn the picture.

So why am I holding her trembling body so close to mine?

Why am I enjoying the smell of the strawberry shampoo in her hair?

Why am I smiling while the wind washes her blonde hair on my coat?

I managed to open my car door while still carrying her as if she were my bride ...maybe one day she can be?

I was about to put her down on the car seat, but stopped as soon as I saw the crisp, neatly folded black paper bag on the brown leather seats.

She registered my hesitation and untucked her head to see what was going on.

"Put me down." My vixen ordered me and I obeyed.

There could be a bomb in that thing, but Lisa didn't care. She reached for the bag without an ounce of fear, opened it and then ... went out like a broken light.

I rolled my eyes and caught her limp body before she hit the ground.

Honestly, she's been fainting every week since Justin filed for divorce and demanded that paternity test.

I get it. Her life is falling apart, but that doesn't mean she gets to faint like some damsel in distress. This is making me less attracted to her. She pushed two kids out of her two months ago; granted one was already dead when she did it, but still! If you're strong enough to push humans out of your body, you should be strong enough to not faint everytime you get upset.

I'd expect this kind of behaviour from Lauren; not Lisa.

I caught her frail and limp body and dragged her to the front seat. I had to stop myself from throwing her inside the car.

I'm so annoyed.

You don't get to sleep with your best friend's husband, have kids with him, move in with them so she can help you put your shamble of a life back together and then sleep with her husband again AND then faint. Watching her beloved home burn to the ground isn't as fun without her crying and trembling.

I picked up the black paper bag from the ground since Princess delicate dropped it during her fainting spell.

My life flashed before my eyes when I saw the contents of that bag, but in a good way. This is the one time I'll forgive her for fainting because I too would have fainted if I found six human fingers all tied up neatly in two pairs of three in a tiny black bag.

And, if two of those fingers wore my mother's family heirloom diamond ring and my father's intricately woven gold wedding band, I would have thrown up.

However, this is not my parent's fingers and because of Lisa I've seen too many people lose their fingers, so I reached an arm inside and started inspecting the bag full of goodies.

I reached past the still warm fingers that weren't bleeding for some reason, and found a little black box with a set of teeth inside that I'm pretty sure belong to jer parents and a folded up note.

'Lisa

You're next.'

My jaw hit the ground.

Char said she wouldn't dirty her hand. She said she'd find other people who had an even bigger grudge and ask them if they're willing to dirty their hands. She takes being a lawyer too seriously.

I didn't think she had it in her to stop with all the legal semantics and just kill them all.

Good for her. I'm glad she realised these people need to be killed.

And good for me.

This deserves an applause.

Lawrence and Liza are dead.

I need to bury my cock in some right this second!

I had to shove all my happiness and all my horniness deep inside my balls because there were too many people around. No one could know that inside that estate that no firefighter has been able to enter for the past four hours lies the chargrilled corpse of Lawrence and his wife.

I shoved the little bag deep underneath my car seat. I'll have to celebrate later. I'll have to go all out when I do that.

I'm having sex tonight and for the next seven days without rest.

I've held off from celebrating ever since Char's hard work started bearing fruits. Not anymore. I'm having sex. I don't care who I'm having it with, I'm fucking someone tonight because I have a raging happy boner in my pants that I won't appease with my own hand.

I briefly considered making this offer to Lisa, but quickly brushed it away as soon as I got in the driver's seat.

She prefers sleeping with men who are in love other women. It's a way for her to feel more powerful and more beautiful. The thought of a man abandoning his one true love for her gets her all hot and wet. And a man risking his decade long marriage with his loving wife and the emotional stability of his three kids just to fuck her, makes the forbidden fruit between her legs unleash a storm.

It's a thing most pretty girls do.

Being desired by everyone isn't enough for people as attractive and as smart as Lisa. They need people to hurt themselves and the ones they love to truly feel like they're the fairest of them all. They need lives, friendships, careers and relationships destroyed to maintain that high of feeling like the prettiest girl in the room.

I saw Angelique Spencer do it. I saw countless other women do it, and once upon a time, I thought I'd see Charlotte Ericsson do it.

Is it weird that Char not turning out like that made me less attracted to her?

Charlotte Ericsson was supposed to be as vile, shallow and vapid as Lisa. She's fucking hot, ruthless, unapologetically power-hungry and as cunning as the devil himself. She'd be the one I'd have sex with tonight if Lucas Greyson hadn't softened up what could have been a very cold and cruel woman.

He made her human. She was a Godess and he made her human.

I blinked all these random thoughts away.

Nothing will make me pout or scowl today. I'll be laughing non-stop for at least another decade after seeing that hundred and fifty year old estate burn down in just a few hours. And I'll frame Lawrence and Liza's fingers. I'll have to steal their remains from Lisa and find a way to keep it for myself.

I never thought of collecting their body parts, but maybe if I show Ma and Pa the Mitchell's remains, they'll forgive me for what happened to Sanj.

And maybe, just maybe, one day I'll forgive myself.

I should cut off a few of Lisa's fingers right now.

She's passed out.

She's weak and powerless. I can do whatever I want to her. No one will come to her aid or fight for her or seek justice on her behalf anymore. She's now alone in this world like most of us.

I could disfigure her. Kill her.

But what kind of man would do that to the woman he loves?

Moreover, what fun would it be to inflict physical harm on her when there are so many more other ways to torture her?

I started the car and decided to drive her to her best friend's house. I abandoned my thoughts of torturing her and instead started to make a list of all the girls I could call. Dozens of names popped up in my head; each girl smarter, sexier and more ambitious than the last, but my stupid mind kept coming back to the woman passed out in my passenger seat.

Even her weakness is starting to turn me on.

Sanj is no doubt turning and roaring in a fit of rage in her grave right now. Although that's probably not true. She was never one to succumb to an emotion as strong as anger. Weeping is probably what she's doing right now. That's more appropriate for Sanj.

"Stop it, James!" I slapped myself hard in the face when the images got more vivid. "You're not having sex with Lisa! Stop it! You'd much rather fuck a prostitute than have sex with a woman who gave birth two months ago and started sleeping with her best friend's husband again as soon as she regained some strength and sanity! Dammit!"

I had to scold myself multiple times because she was wearing a long grey dress that did nothing for her body, but in the car ... in the car it looked like a grey blanket covering her soft peach coloured skin.

If I yanked off that blanket, she'd be naked and I'd fuck the girl who made my sister take her own life.

I'm not doing that.

I'm not in love with her.

***

"Is she okay?" One of the servants at Shonda's house came rushing towards us while I carried Lisa inside the house. "What happened? Did she faint again? I'll go get some water."

I didn't answer any of her questions. I took Lisa to her bedroom. She needs to rest. It's actually good that Shonda, Brandon and their kids aren't in the country at the moment. Shonda would have pestered Lisa to talk about everything that's happened and all that talking is making Lisa feel much worse about all her predicaments.

I walked upstairs, opened the guest bedroom assigned to her and laid her gently on the bed as soon as I was inside.

She looks so innocent.

No one would believe that this woman has never changed a single diaper in her life despite having three kids, including a two month old infant. They also wouldn't be able to tell that she refused to breastfeed because she didn't want to ruin her breasts.

I've been with her for a few years and in all those years Lisa Mitchell and her husband have never spent more than a few hours a year with their kids.

Justin always suspected they weren't his so he never wanted those kids anywhere near him. Lisa always saw her kids as people she was forced to bring into this world to save her marriage. She never wanted kids, but she needed them to guilt Justin into staying with her.

The fancy private boarding school they shipped their kids off to had to get the kids out of there after the Mitchell scandal. The kids were getting bullied and received death threats and yet, even at a time like that, Lisa still didn't want to be a mother.

She shipped her kids off to her aunt. It's some spinster who vowed to never love any man other than David Greyson. She never married or dated and I've been told she's still a virgin at the age of 55.

Lisa shipped off all three of her kids to that woman because, in her own words, 'she's too smart to be reduced to being someone's mother'.

Those words, though cruel and untrue, made her a thousand times hotter.

I don't know what's wrong with me for thinking like this!

I didn't try to linger in her room after putting her down.

My thoughts are having their way with me. I need to get as far away from her as I can.

So I turned around and made my way out of the room. I closed the door behind me and decided to make a few calls so I can bury my cock in someone's daughter as soon as possible.

However, I realised I wouldn't be able to do that as soon as I opened my messages.

"Lauren almost killed me yesterday." I saw the message from Char. "I don't know what's going on with you, James, but the fact that she got that close without me knowing means you've either turned against me or you've gotten lazy. Either way, you're a liability. Tie up your loose ends and end all contact with the Mitchells or else you'll be a loose end that I'll be tying up myself."

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.

I messed up, but now my boner is even harder all because she threatened to kill me.

Char should be the one I'm fucking or at least thinking about fucking.

What the hell has Lauren done now?? How can someone like Lauren get close to killing Char?

"A few hours ago, Lawrence had a gun to my head and I didn't see it coming." I saw the next text from Jona. "Maybe it's time we have a chat, James."

I'm obviously not having sex tonight because I need to find out what the hell happened and how I can prove that I haven't betrayed Char.

"James", Lisa's bedroom door suddenly opened behind me and I quickly hid my phone in my pocket.

"Yes?" I hid all the fear that Char's message put in my soul and my penis.

Her hair was disheveled, her grey dress made her look sickly pale and the red in her eyes made her look too weak and youthful for my liking. She no longer resembled the viper I hated and then grew to love. Her fragility was very off-putting.

"Do you mind lying down with me?" Her lips and hands trembled. "Please. I don't want to be alone right now. Please."

I'm supposed to end all contact with the Mitchells right this second ... I know better than to disobey Char ... She always gets her way one way or the other. I know that. She's smart and persistent enough to find a way to make things go her way.

Plus, I've learned that she has eyes everywhere. For all I know, a few of those eyes are in this house.

But ... just this once let me be a true friend to my enemy. Then I'll do as Char instructed.

I promise.

All I'm doing is comforting a woman who just watched her family fortune literally burn to the ground and then saw her parent's fingers in a paper bag.

I'm being kind.

"Of course". I walked back inside the room and closed the door.

She slithered inside the blanket and I took off my coat before getting in next to her.

I didn't protest against the soft lips nibbling on my neck or the hands lifting my shirt and unbuckling my belt under the covers. We were naked before I knew it and she was riding me, jumping up and down and making me bury my head between her full breasts ... also before I knew it.

It was a blur ... a glorious blur filled with moans, screams, biting, scratching and swearing that lasted hours.

She was grieving and I was celebrating.

When the morning rays hit my face, I remembered that not once did I use protection all throughout the night. However, it was too late for that. Lisa was up and my morning wood needed her to sort it out.