A chance to play God: The Devil's way

Chapter 10: Revelation

An awkward drive later, Hector led Georgina into his vast home.

“What did you say you do again?” Georgina asked. She was curious. Someone like Hector would have come across her radar once or twice considering the amount of money he had.

“Look who's asking personal questions,” Hector smiled as he wrapped his hands around her waist. The more he touched Georgina, the more he felt Christen was frowning down at him. He was dishonoring her memory.

“Do you live alone?” Georgina wrapped her manicured nails around his waist.

"Yes, the life of a bachelor,” Hector smiled. Tonight was perfect. He was sure Cassie wasn't coming to the house tonight because she was out of the country for a meeting.

“Must be very lonely,” she leaned in. She looked at his lips.

“Yea,” he drawled.

Hector's stomach burned and he felt his tongue go sour when Georgina pressed her lips against his. He closed his eyes and tried hard to think about anything else than how awful she tasted like what she had been drinking in the club.

"You have to do more than that, Hector,” Henry said. Hector had gotten used to his random pop-ups. He didn't flinch. Hector opened his mouth and encouraged her tongue in his mouth.

A few minutes later, Hector was taking her up the stairs toward a bedroom different from the one he slept in. He didn't want her scent to linger when she was long gone and back in her husband’s house.

"I know it's hard, but we need this,” Henry encouraged him as he passed the bedroom door. Henry knew his limits and he wasn't about to invade whatever was going to happen in that room.

Hector's mind was at war with his heart. His mind told him that it was a strategic thing to do, he was sleeping with the enemy to get information that would help further the course, but his heart told him it was wrong simply because it was a stain on the memory of Catherine.

On the other hand, his body had a mind of its own. He lifted Georgina off the ground and flung her to the bed. She squealed and Hector winced at how much it reminded him of his late pet Piggy.

Georgina rested on her elbow with her knee raised. The slit had ridden so low that Hector could see the hues of her underwear.

"Give me a show,” Georgina bit her lips. Hector shook his head and slowly unbuttoned his shirt. A few years ago, if anyone had vividly explained this scene to him, he would have shot the person squarely in the forehead.

Clad in his unbuckled trousers alone, Hector crawled on the large bed toward Georgina who spread her legs to welcome him. She connected their lips again and it took a lot of willpower for Hector not to throw up.

Rapid flashes of Christen's body lying on her pool of blood with her throat splashed open alongside his daughter passed through his mind. His heart raced as he tried to focus on Georgina’s hands on his butt. A minute later, Hector knew he couldn't push through.

He detached himself from her and rolled off her.

“I'm sorry…I can't,” Hector said softly.

“Of course, you can,” Georgina scooted closer to him and rubbed his shoulders. Hector shrugged her off and stood up abruptly.

"No, I really can't. I'm sorry,” he never looked into her eyes. He was afraid he would see the disappointment.

Georgina huffed as she climbed out of the bed, and walked into the bathroom. She locked it twice.

Her phone buzzed in her handbag that was strewn on the floor. Hector's eyes followed it, he felt like it was mocking him, telling him he would never know what was beyond the encryption wall.

“Henry!” Hector whisper-called.

"What?” Henry appeared behind him.

“Let me know when she's about to come out,” Hector walked quickly toward her bag and ripped out the phone. He answered the call quickly without checking the ID.

"It has been confirmed, Aaron said the man reported to him. Our guy died in an explosion. You can carry on.”

The line disconnected. Hector blinked quickly, the person sounded so familiar and he had mentioned Aaron. There were so many Aarons but how coincidental was it?

Hector stared at the number and realization hit him faster than the signal from Henry. He had just talked to Stanley, his lawyer.