A Knock From The Past: A Riveting Erotica Thriller by Emma Vikes

Author:Emma Vikes [Vikes, Emma]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-02-25T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 8

Lily

Art hadn’t been to Interzone for a few days now. No matter how much he tried to deny it, it was clear that he was stressed out with what was going on. I hadn’t felt more helpless than I did at that moment. I had helped him trace his family’s last-known whereabouts but they no longer lived at the address that Art had remembered.

I wandered around his kitchen. I had rarely left his apartment since the incident with Rivero. I was worried that the killer might manage to sneak into his apartment and kill him. But then again, hadn’t the killer done so already? According to Art, he left a note in his apartment once, meaning the killer could potentially come and go whenever he pleased.

The thought was unsettling, which made me think of an alternative.

“Art?” I turned to where he was seated. His kitchen and living room were attached to each other and didn’t have anything that worked as a barrier. It was all open space.

He hadn’t looked up from his laptop since he’d opened it after taking a bath, nor had he slipped into a shirt, and his body still glistened with droplets of water. If he hadn’t been so focused on his work, I would’ve jumped on him, which was becoming a problem for me. I didn’t want to turn into someone who craved sex.

But recently, our sexual appetite had increased tenfold.

There wasn’t a night or early morning that passed that we didn’t jump on each other. That was probably Art’s way of dealing with the stress he was under. Numerous media companies were knocking on Interzone’s door, begging for an interview with the CEO, begging for any statement from Art regarding the death of Rivero.

“Yeah?” He wasn’t even looking at me, his eyes completely glued to the screen. When he wasn’t screwing me, his attention was on his laptop or his phone and sometimes I wasn’t sure what I was doing around him when it was clear I was merely a distraction from his present problems.

“I was thinking,” I said and then walked to where he was seated. He finally tore his attention off the screen and focused it on me. “You’ve stated that there was an instance when he sent you a message here, in this very apartment.”

Art sighed and rubbed his temples. “I don’t want to talk about that right now, Lily.”

I pursed my lips. This was another thing about Art recently. If he could help it, he would run away from the topic at large. Sometimes it was irritating, especially as I tried to piece all the information together, but sometimes I understood where he was coming from. On late nights, when he thought that I was asleep, he would tell me how scared he truly was about what’s going on, how much he wished Julian was still alive to take care of it because he had no idea how he was supposed to. The weight of the company was on his

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