Chapter Seventy -Three
Chapter 73: Recorded Voices
Director's POV
“We need evidence of her claiming him as her boyfriend,” I informed John, who kept staring at me, “A recorder, right?" He asked and I nodded.
He was being smart now, “After recording her voice, what do we do with it?" He asked.
“We need that because of the chemistry she claimed they had. As for the man, his fingerprints will surely be on the car. Having these two pieces of evidence, they would both be questioned about the man's arrival in this hotel,” I explained and he hummed in response.
"Okay, I will go call the officers. Before they got here, her voice would have been recorded,” he said and I nodded at him before we both left and headed to Kimberly's room.
Even if I had chosen to ignore it, she and Astral ain't on good terms. I don't know who was causing trouble for whom, but not to the point of almost killing the other.
I had to get to the bottom of this case, especially with the involvement of that man.
We got closer and we met their arguing voices.
“Can't you just keep shut?! You have ruined everything for me," Kimberly said in a loud voice before she continued to bang on the door, “Is anyone there?" She asked, John and I exchanged a look before he put his phone on a recording.
“You know, what I love most about all this is when you called me your boyfriend,” the man said with an amused voice.
“Dream on," she hissed and continued to bang on the door
“Gbah gbah gbah!"
“At most, I will be your boyfriend for a month. How about we have some quickies, baby?” the man said in a seductive tone.
“Get your filthy hands off me, bast@rd!" She yelled.
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Kimberly's POV
My mind was in great turmoil, and this bastard wouldn't stop blabbering. The director left in anger, my fear was for him to alert everyone that I had a man in my room.
I was about to leave my room to attend an impromptu meeting with the director when this bastard showed up asking for more money.
He threatened to expose my secrets, saying he wasn't scared of going to jail. I was so stupid not to see the façade behind his ugly face and the fake shy personality he portrayed the first time I was introduced to him.
This wouldn't have happened if I had killed him after he was done with the job I asked him.
‘What? Kill? What am I thinking?’ I thought as my heart continued to race. No, I am not a murderer. I shook my head vigorously as I continued to bang on the door.
Then, I heard him talking about a quickie, he tried to touch me but I yanked his hands off my body.
“Get your filthy hands off me, bast@rd!” I yelled as I glared at him dangerously. I hate him from the very core of my being, if I was at the meeting, I would be aware of the progress and try to block any clues that can link them to me. But this bastard ruined my plans, his presence alone made me wanna puke.
"I said don't touch me!" I repeated when I saw him advancing towards me with a smirk plastered on his face.
I continued to bang on the door, I thought I had heard some footsteps earlier, “Gbah gbah gbah!" I hope the junior I asked to cover up for my absence will show up and let me out of here so that I can explain lies to the director. The least I wanted was for him to become suspicious of me, which could put me in the spotlight.
“Is anyone the… get your hands off me!” I was interrupted when he wrapped his arms around my waist, "Ain't I your boyfriend?” He asked in a lower tone as he leaned down to my ear.
"Let go of me!” I screamed when I felt him trying to smooch me. I began struggling, I can't handle the trauma of him raping me for the second time.
It hurt me so much when I visited my crush. The person I was trying to make myself an important person by hook or by crook so that he could notice me. And so, he can be with me. I know he was married, but not to an amateur actress beneath me.
He didn't even spare me a glance and chased me like a dog. She isn't worthy of having a man like him.
When I, myself, am being faced with this ugly moron, always trying to intimidate and threaten me, “Don't touch me!" I yelled, fighting the urge to shed tears.
I wasn't crying because I was scared of him, I was crying for Gael. The way he treated me back in the hospital when I went to the hospital to fake my concern about Astral, was making me shed tears.
“Sweetie, why are you scared of your boyfriend? Come closer baby," he said in a flirty tone, I maintained my stance at the far corner of the room.
Soon, I heard the clicking keys sound, being turned and the door opened to reveal John and the director. Their eyes swept to our position, I was with a pillow, using it as a guide from my ‘boyfriend’.
“Uhmm, he is your boyfriend, right?" John asked and I was surprised as to how he knew about that.
“Right?" The director asked again with an eager gaze.
"Yes, I am her boyfriend. And so, make sure to respect me next time,” the bastard said beside me arrogantly.
John smiled brightly, I heard some hurried footsteps and five officers entered. My heart skipped a bit when I saw the handcuffs with them, “What's going on?" I muttered as I dropped the pillow on the bed.
John brought out his phone from his pocket, he tapped on it and my eyes widened when I heard my voice and the basta@rd’s voice.
“How dare you?!" He roared in anger and charged towards John before he was held captive by the officers.