Passion and fury

The lunch went on, and I learned more about Alexander's childhood. Sofia regaled us with stories about the man's mischievous younger days, confirming what I already knew - he's always been a bit of a devil.

A wave of guilt washed over me as I listened to Sofia's stories. Here I was, living under his roof, sleeping in his bed, yet at the same time, I was plotting to betray him and destroy his life. I felt like a hypocrite, accepting his kindness and generosity while simultaneously planning to bring him to ruin. I couldn't deny the excitement that coursed through me at the thought of taking him down, but at the same time, the guilt grew stronger. I felt like I was tearing myself apart, torn between my desires and my conscience.

Alexander's hand on my thigh was a constant presence, reminding me of the man I was deceiving.