Revenge is a dish best served cold, so it was a good thing Ethan's heart had turned to ice. It just so happened that he was about to serve the coldest dish of revenge he'd done in the past seven years!
"What did I ever do to you?!" His twenty ninth victim, Tilly, shrieked.
She was trembling, hugging her arms across herself and tearfully glaring at the waiting waitress and fellow diners in the expensive restaurant that was watching with growing interest.
On the white table cloth between them sat their now empty plates, half drunk wine glasses and the bill.
You wouldn't recognise Ethan when he was completing his secret missions.
He had a blonde, surfer style wig on, hiding his usually slicked back dark brown hair, a prosthetic nose tip that was slightly rounder than his own, and fake ear cuffs, which made his ears stick out more. His own teeth were perfectly straight and well looked after, so he had gotten false teeth for the top set, making them larger with yellow staining on them. He got the idea after watching Mrs Doubtfire and loved it so much that he named his alter ego Robin.
His transformation to 'Robin' was subtle, quick, and easy, but it was perfectly effective at fooling the stupid tarts.
'Robin' struggled to hold back his sneer as he folded his arms and leaned back in his dining chair, thoroughly enjoying watching Tillys once over confident, slutty attitude crumble.
Tilly had been all too eager to fast forward their 'relationship'. Sleeping with him on the first date when she saw how much he spent on her, mentioned kids on day three, physically dragged him to Thompson Holidays to plan an extravagent, romantic getaway for the two of them in the second week. She had taken to dropping countless, less than subtle hints whenever they passed the Jaguar car dealership. He'd caught her browsing huge mansions on RightMove in week three. Let alone the shopping trips she had demanded every time they met up.
She had been relentless.
He had managed to unlock her phone and document the conversations she'd had with the girlfriends on week four. How she had called him a chump and a sucker. Oh, if only she knew the truth...
Tonight, she was wearing the perfect outfit for the special occasion. A deep V, silky red top that did nothing to hide her over spilling cleavage, with high waist, stretchy trousers that hugged her perky bum and gave her the perfect silhouette. She had her platinum blonde hair in a half up, half down style, makeup heavily applied in a seductive, smokey black style and eyelashes that could easily be mistaken for a caterpillar. Her lips matched her top, and, at the start of the 'mission', she looked perfect.
Now, she had mascara running down her cheeks, her lipstick was smeared over her chin, and the thick layer of foundation had been wiped away underneath her nose, revealing her pale, spotty, natural skin underneath. She was in a right state, and he'd only just begun.
"Tilly..." he began softly yet still loud enough for their audience to hear, pretending to sigh heavily. "This isn't working. Every time we meet up, you're almost rinsing my bank account clean!"
This was true, but also a lie. He had barely even scratched the surface of his fortune, but she didn't need to know how rich he really was. He was 'Robin' right now, and his funds weren't as large as his own.
"You insist on eating in places like this! I can't afford to pay for this! It's not like you're putting your hand in your pocket to help!"
"I don't work!" She screeched defensively.
His smirk threatened to surface again. He struggled to keep it hidden while his cold eyes saw right through her.
"Exactly! You expect me to pay for everything while you do nothing to contribute financially, and you want us to move in together?!"
The waitress sucked in a grimacing breath through her teeth, earning a glare from Tilly and an amused glance from Ethan. She cleared her throat.
"I'll come back later..." she lamely excused herself, her cheeks heating up as she turned away and made her way towards the bar.
Ethan noticed, with ever growing satisfaction, that the restaurant had gone completely silent. There was no sound of conversation, no sound of cutlery scraping plates.
They had centre stage, just like he had planned. He had waited three months for this moment and he was going to enjoy every single second of it!
Tillys eyes widened at his accusation and immediately opened her mouth to bite back, but Ethan cut across her.
"Whenever I have asked you to help, you've conveniently left your purse at home or promised to pay me back! I'm still waiting, Tilly! You owe me nearly ten grand now!"
The gasps around the room gave Ethan goosebumps, but he continued without missing a beat.
"Six of that is for the holiday to Rome! I don't have any money left now! My savings are completely gone, I'm having to pick up extra hours at work..."
He allowed himself to rant his well rehearsed lies, closely watching their audiences expressions of disgust toward Tilly and sympathy towards him from the corner of his eye as he bowed his head in fake dismay. His heart leapt for joy when he noticed a couple of people were trying to discreetly film their argument.
Tilly stayed silent for a moment. She had noticed the attention they were getting too and was contemplating her next move.
"Well... you see... the thing is..."
"You forgot my birthday too." He sniffed, pretending to wipe his nose so he could hide his smirk. He really did enjoy laying it on thick while watching them squirm. "Where were you that day? Everyone was asking for you?"
The truth here was this had been a fictitious party. He knew she wouldn't turn up when he invited her, she came up with the same excuse he'd heard time and time again. She had plans to go out with her own family on that day.
He could read her like a book because, just like his website stated, he had uncovered the truth behind womens actions. He had done it to every single one of the twenty-eight victims before her.
"I told you! I had a family get-together. I couldn't cancel!"
"So did I when you had yours, but I still made it!" He now shouted, launching to his feet and making her shrink back in her seat.
"What a bitch!" He heard a woman stage whisper behind him making him struggle to hold his smirk back even more.
"Just admit it, Tilly! You don't love me! You only love money!" He snarled, glaring at her with such venom he saw her visibly gulp. "You can pay the bill! I'm done here!"
He threw his napkin on the table and marched out of the restaurant into the dimly lit, chilly london street, leaving behind a tension so thick that you could cut through it with a knife.
He swiftly crossed the road and sat on the bench opposite the venue, making sure no one was watching when he pulled off the wig and other prosthetics before settling back to watch the show. He made sure to take his phone out and film the outcome, zooming in just enough to hide the restaurants name.
He watched Tilly remain in her seat, frozen to the spot, while the waitress came back to the table holding a card machine and an evil sneer on her face.
It always made it more satisfying when women ganged up on his victims after he'd played his part. He drank in the victory that every single person in the room was focusing on Tilly, likely expecting her credit card to bounce.
He felt no empathy for these tramps. They deserved everything that he gave them at the end. It was the start of the missions that he loathed the most.
Splashing out so much money on those who didn't deserve anything. Watching their eyes light up as they realised their plan was working. Then again, the harder they fell for the trap, the better the results, and this was fast becoming his favourite.
He grinned wickedly as he witnessed Tilly shakily lean down to get her bag, but he couldn't have expected what happened next.
Her surgically enhanced twins toppled out of her seductive top, broadcasting them to the world.
He threw his head back and laughed out loud as her embarrassment increased tenfold.
Oh, this was brilliant! What a result! And he got it on camera!!
She cried out, frantically dropping her bag to cover herself, ending up falling out of her chair. She was sprawled on the floor, sobbing her heart out while the other diners sniggered into their plates or beverages. The waitress bit back her laughter, desperately trying to remain professional in an attempt to keep her job.
He chuckled and wiped the tears from his eyes, sighing in victory and stopping the recording.
Slapping his knees, he rose to his feet and took a last look at Tilly's humiliation before leaving her to it, whistling happily as he left.
The next morning, he sat in his office and uploaded the video to his website, and sat back to wait for the comments. He didn't have to wait long.
AlphaMaleX12 - Damn! Look at those titty's!
HurtMeOnceHurtUBack - Hope you took her for a good test drive before taking her back to the dealers.
SavageSam - this couldn't have gone any better!
PeN!$4Brains - have you seen the videos on Instagram? Damn this is epic!
Pleased with how his work had gone, Ethan went to close his laptop when another comment flashed up, making him pause.
2Cute4U - don't u guys fill like these are a bit set up I know there out for revenge but I think these are all actors so fake
Ethan furrowed his brow, slightly annoyed that someone was trying to make out all his evidence was fake. He was the only fake here. He set up these women, but they were all real!
Deciding to ignore the user's awful spelling mistakes and lack of grammar, he decided to reply to him.
Uncovering HER Truth: Exposing women's TRUE nature - How would you suggest the next step then? I can prove to you that these are all real women. They're all the same.
He sat back and waited for the reply, drumming his fingertips on the desk. It didn't take long for him to receive a response.
2Cute4U - u aint shown where you fnd them u just show what you spend on and how much but not how u got them
His eyebrows shot up. No, he hadn't shown them where he'd found them, mainly because they were found haunting the locals pubs watching for anyone with a Rollex.
His mouth lifted with an evil smirk while he replied.
Uncovering HER Truth: Exposing women's TRUE nature - you're right. OK, I will be sure to go all out for the special thirtieth event!
His smirk widened to a Cheshire cat grin as he closed the laptop and picked up his phone.
They wanted evidence that all women were the same. He was sure he'd find them on any dating app!
Opening the store, he searched dating apps, and the first result that came up looked promising, even though it made him feel sick to the stomach just looking at the icon.
A pink love heart over a slightly darker pink background. How cliché!
He downloaded it and quickly took a screenshot of the opening screen for evidence.
Once the app had loaded, he was taken to a signing up form. Sighing heavily and grumbling to himself that this was pointless, he began filling out his alter egos profile.
He would be willing to bet all his money that loads of the women using this app would likely bullshit their way through these forms, just like he was doing here, but was surprised that the option to put up a profile picture wasn't mandatory.
Humming in intrigue, he looked back on what he'd filled out so far.
Name: Robin Baskin
Date of Birth: 16th August 1985
Occupation: Law Firm Assistant
Interests: movies, reading, woodwork
Hobbies:
He hummed again as he pondered what hobbies his alter ego should have. For him, his was the gym, this website, and horse riding. As well as delivering karma.
He decided to put similar tastes but bend the truth a little and make them sound more romantic?
Name: Robin Baskin
Date of Birth: 16th August 1985
Occupation: Law Firm Assistant
Interests: Movies, reading, woodwork
Hobbies: Horse racing, canoeing, long strolls in the mountains
No sooner had he typed that he had bile rising into his throat.
"Oh, fuck no!" He choked, hitting the backspace button and deleting the strolls in the mountains.
What could he put?
Holding hands? Blurgh!
Snuggles under a blanket while on a ferris wheel? Ewww!
Taking my puppy Waffles for walks along the beach? Jesus! That would mean he'd have to get a dog and he hated the idea of cleaning up after an animal!
This was infuriating!
While he knew how women's minds worked in terms of how greedy they were, he had no idea what they wanted to see on a dating profile.
Fuck it, should he just put dollar signs? That was bound to get a lot of interest. That would be too obvious though.
Instead, he decided to delete all the hobbies listed apart from the Horse racing. He'd leave that up so he would have an excuse to take them there on one of the dates. He was sure the bitch would snatch up the opportunity to go gambling with his money!
Hook, line, and sinker!
He kept the search area to the surrounding London boroughs, filled out his height, his bodybuild as average...
Shoe size? Why the fuck did they want to know his shoe size?! Were they going to ask for the length and girth of his dick next?
Shaking his head in disgust, he finished off the fake profile with a flourish, left the profile picture as one of the avatars to add a little mystery, and hit the confirm button.
He rubbed his hands together in glee when the results popped up.
The amount of skin and cleavage shown in the list of profile pictures would make a stripper blush!
He scrolled past the obvious money diggers, intent on trying to find someone who didn't fit the stereotypical bill.
There were so many brunettes, blondes, and redheads all posing seductively for the camera in the many pictures he managed to glimpse on his hunt.
He snorted when one picture was just a pair of legs, pointing towards the ceiling and shiny after a fresh wax or shave they've just finished doing for the picture.
Another was just heavily lipsticked pouting lips, reminding him of the Rocky Horror Picture Show. That one screamed, 'Hold my hair, and I'll suck you off' to him. Definitely avoid!
He had been scrolling for a while before he finally came across one that piqued his interest.
The profile had no picture. They hadn't even bothered to choose an avatar, just selected the female silhouette default. When he opened it up, they had given very basic details about themselves.
Name: Hannah Taylor
Date of Birth: -- December 1987
Occupation: Payroll Assistant
Interests: movies
Hobbies had been left blank. Her height was listed as five foot four. Her body type was slim hourglass and she had put shoe size as 'why?'
He burst out laughing at her response to the shoe size. Why hadn't he thought if putting that?
She was perfect!
She was as much of a mystery as he was. She wasn't broadcasting her assets to possible money lenders like the other women. Instead, she was keeping herself to herself.
He did wonder if she could possibly be one of his previous victims, humiliated to the extent she felt she had to hide herself away, but figured it couldn't be.
He hadn't tricked anyone called Hannah yet, and she was too... shy!
He grinned maliciously and hit the sickly love heart button of interest, then closed the app and looked at his schedule for the day.
As it was Saturday, he only had one meeting in a couple of hours' time, and that was with a prospective bar owner wanting to rent one of his venues in Camden. The rest of the day, he was free.
He stood up and opened WhatsApp on his phone, messaging Martin to see if he was available for a drink.
Ethan - alright, mate. Are you up for a drink this afternoon? You can choose where.
Pocketing his phone as he left his office, he wandered through his practically empty, white marble floor hallway towards the narrow shelf beside the door with a single hook beside it that hung his favourite brown leather jacket. He picked up his jacket and swung it on, picking his keys up once he was done and leaving his flat.
The block he lived in was filled with the luxuries you'd expect in a multimillionaire complex.
An on-site gym, underground car park where his racing red, electric lambourgini was waiting for him, a swimming pool with sauna and jacuzzi, complimented by a gorgeous waterfall wall and mini palm trees. The whole inside of the building was sleek and stylish, using only the best materials, from the carpet to the marble walls and floor. Huge, modern chandeliers stretched across the ceiling, giving the corridors plenty of light and modern artwork hung framed along the walls.
It was the epitome of rich luxury.
He strode towards the lift, pressing the button before shoving his hands deep in his pockets, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet while he waited.
His phone pinged, and he pulled it out of his pocket, expecting a reply from Martin.
Instead, his eyebrows shot up when he saw the dating app notification.
Match successful 💞 start chatting now!
The lift dinged, and the doors slid open while he tapped on the notification and opened the messaging. He walked inside the lift and turned back around to face the doors while he eagerly tapped away on his phone.
Robin - Hey there!
That should do it!
He despised any man who sent a long-winded first message, including a cheesy pick-up line or pervy comment about their body.
He was going to keep it short and simple, letting her take the lead and giving her appropriate responses based on her comments.
He saw the three dots dancing in the bottom left-hand corner while she typed her reply.
He couldn't explain it, but he felt a lot more excited about this new target. It was tantalising, the mystery behind this unknown Hannah was enticing him in and was making his stomach do somersaults. They hadn't even got to know each other yet, but he knew she was the one!
His new victim!