GOOD RIGHT REVEREND

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

DECEIT IS IN THE HEARTS OF THOSE WHO PLOT EVIL

Patrice woke with a jolt she squinted in the dark and waited for her eyes to adjust to the darkness in the room. Her heart was racing, her head pounded and she felt wet and clammy, she was waking from a bad dream or at least that was how she felt. The strange part was that she could not remember any part of the dream or what could have possibly been a nightmare. She was naked this she realized as she pulled the sheets over her body because her skin was starting to dry and she could now feel the chill in the room.

Patrice flipped onto her back and stretched she was sore from all the activity that Keith had taken her through just a few hours ago. She had to admit that at the time she'd enjoyed it all but now she could feel the soreness in parts of her body where she'd never felt it before. She sighed and rolled onto her side to face Keith she smiled at seeing him laying on his back, mouth slack and a soft snore vibrated from his lips. He was worn out, she guessed they both had needed the relief. She knew that she was needy after being locked up for two days this helped to get her to relax and for a few hours she had forgotten about her troubles.

She had been a bit peeved at him earlier for refusing to take her to dinner. Some nonsense about not being seen in public together as if Donovan did not already have a copy of the photos of them fucking like rabbits. As if she and Donovan ran in the same circles or frequented the same spots, they shared absolutely no common interest. But she didn't argue she'd simply called a cab, she didn't use her regular driver as he'd suggested because she didn't want him to alert Donovan to her being out and free. She had plans to shock him by walking into church services tomorrow. She would demand more money for him to get rid of the evidence or she was going to the media and tell them all his dirty little secrets.

Her little enterprise was all falling apart because of him and his sudden bout of being brave. What happened to the coward she married, she smiled at the thought. He'd given her everything she'd asked for and now he was threatening to take it away. She'd been used by enough men and she'd be damned if just one more would get away with taking advantage of her and she'd see Donovan dead and buried before he would have the luxury of just riding off into the sunset as he'd threatened.

Patrice threw her legs over the edge of the bed and stood. She walked over to the winged back chair and retrieved her silk robe and slid it on, she tied it securely around her waist. She needed something to drink her mouth was a bit dry from all the screaming Keith had produced in giving her pleasure. Patrice looked back at Keith he was still very much asleep. She walked out the door and went across the hall to the fridge for a bottle of water. Patrice popped the top on the bottle and laid it on the counter. Slowly she walked around the apartment she hadn't had time to look around earlier. She walked into the dining area and glanced at the analog clock it was only eight thirty judging from how dark the apartment was she'd assumed it was much later. She made her way down the hall and stopped at two french doors she'd noticed earlier.

She laid her free hand on the door handled and pushed down and shove the door open. The room held a massive desk upon, closer inspection, it looked to be a replica of the president's desk in the oval office. She glanced around the room and noticed that the entire room had been decorated to look like the oval office all the way down to the carpet in the middle of the room. She chuckled, "President Keith Davis," she mumbled as she walked behind the desk and took a seat in the leather chair. She rocked back and forth and looked at the dark room from the vantage point of the chair. She couldn't see much so she flicked on the desk's lap and got a full eye view of how deep the replication went. She could see the desk was carved with intricate detailing just like the photos of the original desk she'd seen. She'd also read that the original had secret compartments and wonder if the same was true about this desk.