THE SILENT KILLER

THE SILENT KILLER

CHAPTER 23.

I'm sure Shawn will be in trouble with his bro but again, I don't care. They can square it out on their own. After all they are brothers.

Don arrives late in the evening, tired to the correct.
As usual, he has brought me presents and gifts.
"Good evening my love..."
My love uh!
"Good evening dear."
I reply as I take the luggage from him.
I lead him upstairs as we gist happily like long lost friends.
Once in the bedroom, he cups my face into his palms and brings it to his. Our lips meet and we kiss passionately.
"I missed you Donna..."
"I missed you more darling"
I reply, while gulping for air.
" Oh no! You have bruises on your face!"
He gasps, as he scrutinizes me closely.
" Tell me something honey, did they  rape you?"
I chuckle at that.
"Hell no! Gab is the only mean guy there. He beat the hell out of me asking me to provide the file!"
I explain.
" Don't mind them dear, they were used to extorting money from me but it's like their income subsided since I got hold of it. They will never get a copper from me! Useless Gabriel, I will deal with him. By the way, how did it happen? I mean, how were you kidnapped?"
I explained to him in details about what I think happened. He couldn't help but chuckling at the thought of Drake being drugged.
"I will reinstate him back to his position. I know Drake loves his job and he wouldn't have left all alone were it not for the drugging incidence... "

He throws me on the bed and explores my body like it's the last thing he's doing on this world.
He kisses my neck, my nipples then down to my navel.
"I missed you Donna Brown!"
He says, still exploring my body.
" You missed me? Hell no! You missed her!"
I say, while pointing at my honey pot.
He chuckles at that and digs his tongue deep into my honey pot.
I'm squirming with Ecstasy! I love the way he explores my body with so much pleasure.
I sprinkle my juices all over is face as he leaks me clean.
A steaming hot session is followed, declaring his love to me.
It's not like I believe him but I'm used to his lies.
Afterwards, I warm our food and we eat together, feeding each other.

When we finally retire to bed, we are too exhausted to make more love.
Early the following day, Don bids me goodbye and assures me he will be back late in the evening. I can't complain because I've been used to that lifestyle.
When I finally wake up, I keep myself busy on the couch, watching movies, flipping the TV channels from one channel to the other till I'm finally exhausted.
After lunch, I fill a glass with wine and sip little by little as I watch a documentary.
I'm seriously thinking alot about my life. If Don seriously wants me as his wife, it's about time we talked about the future.
Never once since we got married did we talk about making kids.
We've been together for six months and as much as I'm passionate about kids, I need to start bringing up my own. At least my mum will be proud of me wherever she is.
I plan to talk to Don about it once he comes back. That's if he's in a good mood.
You can't predict his reaction whenever he's in a foul mood.
The day drags by slowly and I'm tempted to drown the entire bottle of wine but I do not want Don to find me drunk. He'll think I'm unhappy.

I slump on the couch and within no time, I'm snoring.
Were it not for Pam who bids me goodbye while leaving, I would have slept till Don comes back.

As I'm busy preparing a sandwich  for my evening snack, my phone vibrates and as I pick it, it's a message from Don.
"Hey honey, I won't make it home tonight. I have an overnight business meeting... make sure you stay indoors... Stay safe and See you tomorrow."
This is the life I'm used to therefore I've nothing to say.
I'm not complaining! No! Far from that. I'm comfortable. I've no one to run to and Don has proved to be more than family to me.
"Okay honey, see you, take care."
I reply.
I get back to the couch and as I'm munching on my snack, another message pops up.
"He's with me tonight. Very soon he'll be mine. Watch this space😏" Followed by a winking emoji.
It's from a strange number.
I try calling Don but he totally ignore the call.
I save the number and promise myself that I'm gonna deal with the bitch later.

I toss and roll on bed through out the night, wondering whatever I did to God to punish me in such a manner.
Here I am, waiting up on a man who usess every little opportunity he gets to whore around with classless sluts.
I know the message was from that slut whom we met in the cocktail party. What was her name again?
Her name ain't important at the moment. Right now I have to strategize before things get out of hand.
Here I am thinking about Don while he's having fun of his lifetime.
When I finally fall asleep, after gulping down a bottle of Brandy ofcourse, my phone is beaming on the night stand.
I pick it up and realise it's way past midnight.
It's a text message, followed by, check WhatsApp from the same number which I saved earlier today.
"Bitch."
I mumble amid clenched teeth.
My mind is fighting between checking WhatsApp and waiting till the following day but I choose the first one.
I put my data on and click on a video sent by the number.
Loh and behold!
Don is helplessly drunk, making crazy love with the silly bitch, even without protection.
I'm so mad right now!
The bitch is sucking his member.
I'm reeling mad.
I click and end the video because I do not wanna see any more of it.
Gross!
I call Don but he doesn't pick still.
"Stop calling him. I never call him whenever he's with you dirty bitch!"
This girl has guts.
I choose to ignore her and switch off my phone. I know Don cheats on me
but what I didn't know is the fact that he doesn't use protection.
I curse and cuss over and over again. I know I've already said goodbye to my sleep but what I'm I supposed to do.
If sticking with a cheating Don for ever is my fate, God's  punishment for my past sins, so be it!