Sexy Evil Genius Page #4

and this weather-beaten dude

that just sailed in to town,

the skipper on the billionaire's yacht.

I left that dinner party

believing every inch

of that intricate web of lies Nikki weaved.

A few weeks later,

I was bumming around Melrose

and I decided to pop

into that improv theater.

Five of the people

at Nikki's dinner party on the stage.

And those people?

You're all f***ing actors.

I looked at pictures

of your children for 20 minutes.

Do you think that was fun for me?

It wasn't.

Nikki hired and directed

a f***ing improvtroupe?

She did.

- Get out.

- Pure evil genius.

- I fell for it hard.

- Let me guess.

You didn't break up with her that night,

did you?

Worse.

What the f*** are you doing here?

You're lucky my landlord didn't shoot you.

Relax. There's nobody home.

I got your message.

And I wanted to be honest with you,

tell you the truth about me,

something that I should really do.

Really? That would be nice.

I'm sorry that I lied to you.

I realized

that I don't wanna lose you.

What do you want from me?

You.

Do you know what else I want?

No.

Company.

Get in the pool. Please.

That night I let Nikki seduce me

for the very first time.

The lies began your relationship?

- Yep.

- Get out.

I guess it was just so romantic, you know,

that she would wanna

go through all these lengths

to keep up this fantasy

world that we built.

- How long did it last?

- 100 days.

Then I had to puff the plug.

I mean, I had to get back to real fife

I swear, kicking Nikki was even f***ing

harder than kicking heroin.

Well, you're stronger than me and Marvin.

- We both got dumped.

- Look, knowing this, right,

that she's got these mad lying skills,

doesn't that put a little doubt

in this whole insane asylum scenario?

Yeah, I guess, but, I mean, I googled it.

There were case numbers and legal briefs.

I guess you could fake that sh*t, but why?

Who knows? I mean, with Nikki

the truth is always relative.

I do know one thing. She got us together

knowing full well we'd be sitting here,

waiting for her, talking about her...

- Right.

...and murder.

I got a text from Nikki.

So do I.

Yeah, me three.

"Sorry I'm late. OMG, traffic.

"Bringing my next victim.

You guys get cozy.

Talk about My Life With The

Thrill Kill Kult See you soon."

That's what mine says, too.

Same.

Next victim? That sounds ominous.

And she claims she's in a cult.

Man, this is bizarre.

No way.

Marvin doesn't know about

Nikki and the Thrill Kills,

the name of Nikki's all-time favorite band.

- My Life With The Thrill Kill Kult.

- Who are they?

Why mention them in a text?

In case you haven't talked

about my recent role

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