Before I Fall

Chapter Three

Morgan was still thinking of a way to surprise her boyfriend as she neared her destination. Rose petals and candles leading to the bedroom? Nah that was too lame. How about just waiting on a table in nothing but whipped cream on her breasts and her- Yes, that's it! That'll knock his socks off.

Morgan had to cross her legs because she could feel her pussy getting ready to do backflips at the thought of Tarek swirling his tongue on her bud. Two months without feeling him inside her was enough to make her ravenous. She was going to ride him until his dick came off, then she will always have a piece of him with her. Calm down girl she thought to herself. She would start the preparation as soon as she got home, at this time of night, Tarek would still be at one of his restaurants making sure that excellent food and service is provided or just having dinner with his associates to seal another business deal.

The gates to her house opened to let them inside. She and Tarek bought this house together when they were younger, it wasn't a mansion with unnecessary bedrooms and half baths. No, just a simple two bedroom with two bathrooms, a kitchen and a small studio where she could dance. It was the cutest house she'd ever seen with plenty of yard space where she did a little gardening. It was perfect for her and her boyfriend, but they would move to a bigger one once they started their family. Family. She smiled to herself, she couldn't believe it. Maybe she had the most perfect life after all. Tarek always said that he needed at least four children and she was happy to bear them all for him.

The car stopped and she exited again before Jefferson could get to her door. She also took her luggage from him after it was retrieved and told Jeff to have a good night. "Tell Emily I'm on for our Sunday brunch dates again" she added in reference to his daughter, giving him a kiss on the cheek. His mouth lifted a little in an attempt to smile and she replied with her own. Jefferson turned around then left in the car, leaving her standing on the pavement of her driveway. The intense cold shiver from earlier came back stronger this time causing her to hug herself. "Maybe I'm getting sick" she said, which would be strange because she never got sick. Ever. She shook her head and grabbed her suitcase.

As she got closer to the front door, she could hear music, slow sultry rhythm and blues. Tarek was home. The only time R&B played this loudly was when he was cooking up a storm in the kitchen and now her mouth watered at the thought of his delicious food. And his cock she smirked. What was happening to her? She was never this excited about sex, even when they have been seperated for longer that two months.

A new idea popped in her head since the whipped cream plan was now flushed down the drain, she would go around the back of the house where the kitchen was to surprise him. She took out her phone from her handbag and found his name to call him, pretending that she would still be away on her trip Morgan would surprise him. She reached at the back of the house as his phone rung in her ear.

All the air left her lungs at the sight before her. She stood frozen looking through the sliding glass doors at the scene happening in front of her. This can't be real she thought, her million dollar smile falling from her lips. A red haired beauty with thick lips stained with the same colour, skin milky white and breasts bigger than watermelons sat on her counter bare for all to see. Head thrown back against her cupboard in ecstasy, legs wide open and right between them was her boyfriend, head moving vigorously as he gave her pleasure. Left, right, up, down, round and round he went. Morgan knew the bitch came because of the scream she released and how her body shook from the orgasm. She was in that position many many times. That was supposed to be her getting tongue-fucked like that.

She quietly slid the glass door so she could enter the kitchen, leaving her bags outside. Tarek was cooking her favourite meal for this woman. How dare he do this to me?! The aroma of crispy pata with Thai red curry and mashed potatoes filled her nose just as jealousy and rage filled her veins. Her Latin prince kissed then sucked on her thighs as he slowly rose in all his naked glory, tattoos glistening from probably pussy juice and sweat, pulling the girl forward by her waist kissing the life out of her and also getting ready to enter her as he stroked himself.

Morgan was numb to the point where she didn't even feel that one tear that escaped or when she picked up the new chef's knife she bought for him. She just wanted to scare them, threaten them maybe. Something went wrong inside her, her heart was crumbling with each touch he gave to the other woman. Morgan had to blink twice before she realized that the knife flew from her hand and straight through the back of her boyfriend's head into the woman's and lodged into the cupboard behind them, pinning them together.

How the hell did that happen? What did I do? her mind screamed. She was just aiming for the cupboard beside them to scare them and make her presence known. "Oh my God" she whispered more tears coming when she realized neither of them were moving. Blood leaked from them both, painting their naked bodies. "Oh my God, oh my God, oh my- Tareeeek!" she cried. She ran to the couple to assess the damage and confirmed that the blade went right through their heads, ending their lives instantly. Morgan couldn't believe what she'd just done. Please let this be a dream she prayed.

She wanted to touch him one last time, to feel the warmth of his skin, the tiny ridges from his tattoos that covered his torso but she couldn't, she wouldn't. "Fuck you, you midget son of a bitch! You made me do this!" she shouted at his corpse. They always joked about their height difference where she lauded being four inches taller over him and now she'd never hear his laughter again.

Raw fury coursed through her as the previous images of her ex-boyfriend cheating on her plagued her mind. Now she had to clean this mess up. But before she could even think about where to start, her stomach roared from hunger, all the butterflies were now withered and dead leaving only the hunger that she felt. She walked over to where her creamic area was to retrieve the best dinner plate and bowl, then for shinest cutlery and the daintiest flute for the champagne. She walked over to the where the curry was simmering in the pot and turned the stove off, the pata was already deboned and fried so she just went about serving herself. She popped the champagne bottle and downed a half of the bottle. Seems like she had no use for the glass after all.