The Devil's Good Girl-Chapter 206: Immoral affair

"I don’t think he will kill you, but if the question is if he is capable, then the answer is yes. He is more than capable and he’ll get away with it."

Wow.

Why was Fil surprised about that? If Marcus could have such an evil plan to make Elise suffer, she should know what else he could do. But alas, it still felt different now that Michael said it.

"Michael..." Her voice lowered, pursing her lips into a thin line. "How come you weren’t surprised when I told you Marcus was bugging me?"

Michael slowly raised a brow before he casually said, "I’m unemployed and had nothing else to do but snoop around my friend’s business."

"For fun?"

"Take it whatever fits your taste." He shrugged. "I don’t really care."

You do, was what she wanted to say, studying him quietly.

"Now that I know he won’t kill me, then fine." Fil smacked her lips and rose from her seat. "At least I know I’m not walking to my own death sentence. Thanks for being honest and... thanks for the advice three months ago."

Michael rocked his head, watching her prance away. "Hey," he called, making her look back at him. "Don’t push him so much. I did say he might not kill you, but that doesn’t mean he won’t harm you. He’s the man who gets everything he wants and when I say everything, I mean everything. That includes people."

"I can protect myself." She smiled. "Thank you."

"You owe me!" he remarked, jumping from the couch to walk her out. "How about a date?"

"You mean a one-night stand?" she rolled her eyes as she approached the entrance. "No, thank you."

"I’m good."

"Said the hookers you hire every night?"

"No? The hookers I pay do the job while I lay on the bed like a dead tuna," he humored. "But if it’s not the hookers, then I do the work. Trust me when I say they forget who they were while I’m inside."

Fil rolled her eyes once more, shaking her head. Now, this was the Michael she knew. Indecent, blunt, and arrogant. It was more awkward talking to him about something serious instead of something as ridiculous as this one.

"Nice try, but you’re not my type," she remarked, casting him a sidelong glance. When they reached the front door, Fil faced him squarely. "Before I go, can I ask you something?"

"You’re already doing that."

"Why?"

"Huh?"

"Why did you give me that advice, but don’t follow it yourself?" she inquired out of pure curiosity. "Now that I think about it, I don’t think you’re that bad."

Michael raised his brows suspiciously, making her purse her lips.

"Fine. I think you’re the worst, but I don’t think you’re capable of killing someone."

"You’re wrong." Michael chuckled as a faint glint flickered across his eyes. "I can kill and I will at the right time."

"Goodness. For a second, I was convinced."

"Haha. You sure you don’t want to date me?"

"I’m only here for a week."

"No strings attached?"

"You already have a lot of that," she said as she reached for the knob. She stopped when he suddenly grabbed her arm, looking at him curiously. "What?"

"You asked a question and now you owe me an answer. Why... are you not asking me about anything else about that night?" he asked as if he had been wanting to ask that question.

The corner of her lips curled up until her eyes squinted a bit. "Because I’m employed and I have a lot of things to do aside from snooping around my friend’s business."

Upon hearing her answer, Michael couldn’t help but laugh in satisfaction. He carefully released her arm, taking a step back with his hands raised in surrender.

"Fair enough. Now, we’re even," he said quietly. "I guess?"

"We are even, not guess." Fil corrected, this time, pulling the door open. But as soon as she did, the smile on her face immediately faded at the person standing outside. Michael raised his brows and his smile disappeared the moment his eyes landed on the person outside his place.

Vincent.

Vincent’s finger was on the doorbell but stopped from pressing it when the door flung open from the inside. He slowly lifted his gaze, only for his eyes to dilate when they held the pair of purple eyes mirroring his.

"Fil," he called under his breath. "You’re back?"

For a moment, Vincent’s brain just went blank. He didn’t even think why she was in there until he noticed Michael standing behind her.

"What are you... doing here?" he asked, brows furrowed. He darted his eyes between Fil and Michael, confused as to why the two were together. That was weird.

"Uh..." Michael hummed with his mouth open and then blurted out, "We’re fucking."

The lines between Vincent’s brows deepened while Fil looked back at him in disbelief. Michael raised his hands in surrender and shrugged.

"What?" Michael feigned innocence. "He already found out about our nefarious affair. We might as well come clean instead of lying about it."

Fil scoffed, shaking her head as she faced Vincent. "Yes, I think we are, no strings attached," and then looked back at Michael. "And now we’re done."

"Really?" Vincent replied and Fil nodded. But instead of getting angry, he smiled in relief while keeping his eyes on her. "Fil, I didn’t know you were back."

"Because I don’t need to tell you."

"Right." Vincent rocked his head as he smacked his lips. "Are you leaving now?"

"Yes, because I don’t think it’s a great idea to be here while you and Mike fight over me." Fil tapped his shoulder before walking past him. "Great to see you, Vince. Don’t get beaten up."

With that being said, Fil walked past him with a smile on her face. It felt great seeing the man she used to love and not feel any shred of pain or anger anymore. If anything, she just felt completely nothing.

As she walked away, Vincent followed her figure with his gaze before he heard Michael speak.

"Uh... I’m sorry that she eventually fell for my charms?" Michael dropped his hands, blinking innocently while Vincent cast him a look. "Look, man. I’m not going to explain, but my head hurts. So, don’t throw your fist yet."

"You two are really going out?" asked Vincent, and Michael quickly nodded.

"Yes, and we’re serious."

Vincent just sighed and shook his head, making Michael frown.

"Hey, how come you’re not angry?" Michael complained. "Shouldn’t we be fighting now?"

"Yes means a no. You’re not going out with her." Vincent waved dismissively before walking away. "You’re not her type."

"What?" Michael scrunched up his nose in dismay, stepped out of his unit, and yelled, "Are you saying that because you think just because you didn’t get her, then I can’t too?! Hey, Vincent! Don’t you dare touch my girl, hah! She’s mine now!"

And yet, Vincent simply waved dismissively without looking back. When he was out of sight, Michael leaned against the jamb and crossed his arms. His playful countenance slowly disappeared, pondering about what Fil had said earlier.

[I just want to live. Please.]

His eyelids drooped as he murmured. "She also said that... and now she’s dead all because of them."