DON'T CHEAT ON ME!

CHAPTER 35: Sex with the Devil

Jordan's POV:

The shovel digs into the earth with a sickening crunch, the sound of soil and rocks shifting beneath its weight. The moonlight illuminates the shallow grave I’ve been working on for what feels like hours. My hands ache, raw from gripping the wooden handle, but I keep going. I can’t stop now—not until they’re gone. Dave’s lifeless body lies sprawled next to me, his once-familiar face now unrecognizable. Beside him, the farmer’s corpse rests in a heap, a grim reminder of just how far I’ve gone.

I pause, leaning on the shovel and wiping the sweat from my brow. My mind drifts back to Patricia, who’s still inside, washing herself in the bathroom. The thought of her sends a pang of anxiety through my chest.

What if she tries to run? What if this is just another game? No, I tell myself firmly. She wouldn’t dare. Not after everything.

The last scoop of dirt falls into place, and I pat it down with the shovel, making sure the ground looks undisturbed. With the evidence buried, I stand there for a moment, catching my breath. The night is eerily quiet, the only sound the rustle of leaves in the breeze. For the first time in what feels like forever, I feel a strange sense of calm. It’s over. They’re gone. And now, it’s just me and Patricia.

I head back to the house, the door creaking as I step inside. The air feels heavier now, the silence almost suffocating. I make my way to the bathroom, where the sound of running water greets me. My heart quickens as I approach the door, my knuckles rapping softly against it.

“Patricia?”

I call out, my voice echoing in the narrow hallway.

“Are you still in there?”

There’s a pause, and for a moment, I think she’s ignoring me. Then, her voice comes through, muffled but clear.

“Yes. I’m just… cleaning everything.”

“Can I come in? I want to shower with you”

Her words make me hesitate. Cleaning everything? What does she mean by that? My mind races, but I push the thoughts aside.

“Just... give me a minute.”

“Alright, but don’t take too long.”

A moment later, the door creaks open, and there she is, her wet hair clinging to her face, droplets of water trailing down her bare shoulders. She doesn’t say anything, just steps aside to let me in. My eyes linger on her for a moment, taking in the sight of her, before I step inside and close the door behind me.

The steam from the shower fills the room, the air thick and warm. I start unbuttoning my shirt, my fingers trembling slightly. There’s a tension between us, unspoken but palpable, as I strip off my clothes and step into the stream of water. Patricia stands there, her back to me, the droplets cascading down her skin. I reach out, placing a hand on her shoulder, and she flinches slightly but doesn’t pull away.

“Patricia..”

I murmur, my voice low. She doesn’t respond, just stands there, letting the water wash over her. My hand trails down her arm, and before I can stop myself, I’m turning her around to face me. Her eyes meet mine, wide and searching, and for a moment, we just stand there, the sound of the shower filling the silence.

Then, I kiss her.

It’s hesitant at first, a test to see how she’ll react. But when she doesn’t pull away, when her lips part slightly against mine, something inside me snaps. The kiss deepens, my hands finding their way to her waist, pulling her closer. Her skin is slick under my touch, her body warm against mine.
I can feel the tension in her, the way her muscles are taut like she’s ready to bolt.