10 Minutes

Buona Notte

Can rewound the security recording and saw how the glitch in the time stalled for just over a second before recovering and continuing to record. He stared at it for a few minutes before changing cameras to see if it had occurred on the various other cameras that covered his estate. After more than half an hour of meticulously watching the screen only one other camera experienced the same problem and at exactly the same time. He stood up and left the small office off the laundry room and walked down the hall to his bedroom where Sanem had just finished changing out of her pajamas and into leggings and a crop top. The frown on his face slightly lifted as he watched his wife's curvy form move about the room looking for a pair of socks. He walked up to her and stopped her. Lifting up her hands and kissing her knuckles first then wrapped his arms around her waist holding her still as he dipped his head down to softly kiss her lips. When she melted into him he moved his hands down to her bottom and kept them there as he pulled her closer and deepened the kiss. He wasn't intending for them to have a morning tryst rather he needed the comfort of her person next to him. The security tape had him concerned and before he headed out to inspect the grounds he needed to see her, feel her and absorb her essence. She was crucial to his sanity and his drive to secure their life and protect her and his children. When he came up for air he smiled down at her face. Her eyes were closed and her lips were fuller after a thorough kiss and she looked beautiful. "Mmm...now that's a good morning kiss Sevgilim-you must have had a good nights sleep"..she said as she smiled and opened her eyes slowly. In return he squeezed her bottom making her squeal while he hoisted her up his length until she was wrapping her legs around him and holding onto his shoulders. He slowly walked her over to the bathroom counter and sat her down with his body in between her legs. He leaned down and rubbed his nose along her neck and then across her nose before taking her lips again, sliding his tongue inside her mouth and tasting her sweetness again. His hands had moved below her top and to his happiness realized she wasn't wearing a bra. Perhaps there would be a tryst after all. When his hands slid across her breasts that were full and firm and whose nipples were now tight and peaking his arousal let him know he was about to enter the point of no return. He continued the kiss, bending her back further while his hands got to work. As she moaned into his mouth he knew he wasn't leaving her anytime soon. He backed up a step, and used his barefoot to kick the bathroom door closed. "Caan?". That was the only word he allowed her for the next twenty minutes.

Stomping across the grounds from one end to the other for the past hour had showed him three things. The first was that they needed to clear the area back another twenty to thirty feet. Second, they needed another fence in between their backyard fencing and the wilderness they backed up to and third, someone had been on their property. He had run around the property before last nights shenanigans in the hot tub and he had not seen any evidence of footprints then. This had happened after. The question was hadn't happened when they were making love. Could it be only a coincidence? He didn't believe in those. He thought back to when they first went out in the patio. It was later in the evening after the many had arrived. The glitch had happened just before that. A deep worry washed through him as he stood, with a hand on his hip, looking across the nearly three acres of property that belonged to them. A feeling settled in his gut, it sat there burning acid deep into his bowels. Try as he might he couldn't escape the thought that someone had been there watching them. It made the hairs on his arms and the nape of his neck rise up as his frown deepened into a grimace. It made him think of the night in Costa Rica, when he was certain that Alejandro had spied on them as they made love. The air around him seemed to still as he recalled the previous night and early morning. Images of his naked wife and his sex marathon filled his mind. He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose fearing that whoever had been there wasn't just watching but most probably recording them too. Once again their privacy invaded and what could only follow was another threat on their lives, primarily Sanem's. He felt his stomach roll with disgust at the knowledge that someone else had been privy to their most intimate moments. First Alejandro, although that had been less of a danger but just as invasive and then Yigit with his sick desire to take Sanem from him at any cost. It was almost as if Yigit were trying to replace him in her life. No... not replace him, rather be him. The sick fuck was now in a maximum security prison for the mentally disturbed, and even if he ever left there, it would be without mobility. So baring Alejandro becoming a psycopath as well, who would be after them. Or more certainly after Sanem. She a mother to three beautiful babies would be vulnerable again to some assholes whims. He looked around again only to see his wife walking toward him. He quickly moved in her direction not wanting her out here right now. He needed to make sure about his theory before he told her about it. As he approached her she held a small yellow envelope out to him saying that a courier had brought it just minutes before. The envelope had a confidential stamp and urgent yellow stamp as well. Once again his stomach lurched with the sure knowledge of what the envelope would contain. He took the envelope from her and wrapped his arm around her shoulder and pulled her along with him back to the house. "C'mon, let's get inside. I'm starved. I hope lunch is some of your mom's leftovers". She punched his side effectively feeling he was throwing her off the envelope for the moment. He would have to wait for a bit before he could check it out. If there was nothing to worry about then it wouldn't matter if it was the problem he foresaw then nothing he did would change it. The thought of having to sit and eat a meal with these thoughts rolling around in his brain made the saliva in his mouth taste like sawdust.