Chapter 3

Adrian’s chest and arms were wreathed with maps of sweat as he lay entwined, and on top of Vivian's naked body, he bit her breasts with his lip. As he increased the pace of his thrusts, her moans got louder and louder.

"Oh Adrian, oh baby, don't stop, don't stop, oh my God, I'm going to cum...fuck ah ah ah... I'm coming. I'm coming!”

She was screaming until he began to feel her body vibrate beneath him, he felt the slimy, liquid sensation as she released her juices on the bed, he released too, and let out a liberating gasp.

It was her third orgasm and his second; they both climaxed together, holding each other in this second round of tonight's sex. But when he lifted his head, he saw the image of Scarlett, Vivian’s Daughter, just behind the slightly opened bedroom door, peeping with her hand inside her pants. They locked eyes, which made her turn and leave in a rush. He rolled away from the top. Vivian had a confused look on his face. She had not noticed what had just happened; she was still lying on her back, gasping and breathing hard, still trying to recover from the thrill of the mad sex they just had.

“You’re such a stallion, babe,” Vivian spoke satisfactorily, casually. Slapping his hairy legs.

“What do you expect? I told you. I’m always at your service.” He bragged and gave a mock salute, which made her laugh out loud.

When he noticed she wasn’t watching, he rumpled his face in confusion again, his thoughts going back to what he had just seen. What was the meaning of all that? Why had Scarlett hidden behind?

The door peeping on them, and not just that he did it with her hand In her pants? 

At first, he had reasoned that there was something about her demeanor that he didn’t completely understand. She was oddly familiar. Almost like someone he had seen somewhere, in a trance, or maybe even in passing, the most eye-catching detail was particularly her voice. 

However he had written it off as his mind playing tricks on him after all, he had met too many ladies in his very young life, to start losing his mind over just one.  It was usual with the kind of business he did, maybe he was just confusing a customer’s voice for hers.

 Aside from the familiarity, the only opinion he had formed about Scarlett after that first encounter with her was that she was just a spoiled brat; he also assumed that she didn’t like him. He already knew Vivian and her daughter were not on really good terms. After all, three months ago, when Scarlett celebrated her eighteenth birthday, Vivian had forgotten to get her a gift; it was Adrian who had gone to the store to help her get the gift. He also discovered that Vivian didn’t even know the kind of gifts her daughter Liked. As a result, he was aware of and even anticipated the strain he noticed in their relationship and knew it would slightly affect his secret plan for Vivian and make it more challenging to carry out his agenda. Now, with this new development of Scarlett masturbating on them, he was not sure what to make of it. He wrinkled his face again.

“Honey, I need to freshen up. I will need to be in New York in the next 24 hours, get some sleep, and ensure you dial the intercom for breakfast before leaving. As for my daughter, don’t worry about her; she’ll come around.” Vivian’s voice brought him back to the present. Hearing what she just said, his face betrayed a glimmer of jealousy. He wore a scowl on his face.

“What is it, honey?” She asked, looking worried.

“New York? You’re going to New York; is it to go meet another guy? I guess I’m not enough for you.” He whined and bit his lip.

“Oh, my baby,” Vivian said, getting up to tie her towel and going over to sit next to him.

“How would you even think of something like that? Have you forgotten we are getting married?”

She drew closer and kissed his lips; he returned the kiss, clipping her lips until they both got lost, kissing each other over and over again in the preceding minutes. After that, Vivian went into her bathroom to shower, while Adrian rolled over and slept off.

***

“Mum, where are you? Are you in the kitchen?” Adrian called. He removed his shoes and headed to the kitchen. His eyes gazed around the kitchen; the smell of macaroni and cheese wafted to his nose; and a smile graced his lips. “Mum, you prepared my best food? Let’s eat together, Mom. Don’t tell me you’ve eaten

Already.” He walked out of the kitchen to his mother’s room to see the stiffened body of his mother with a knife in hand inside a tub tainted by her blood stains.

“Mum?” Adrian ran toward the tub, holding her mother’s body. No, Mom, please don’t leave me,” he shouted, noticing the note beside the tub.

“To George Hartfield, by the time you are reading this note, I’ll be Long gone from the surface of the earth. I know it’s what you have always wanted, you and your loving, shameless mistresses, but now that You have succeeded in taking my will, my life, I cannot but hope that my kid is safe. Adrian Hartfield I love you so much, but my strength was small, and I know that we will be reunited again, ashes to ashes, dust to dust.”

Adrian shrieked and immediately turned on his father in a rage, shouting at the top of his voice.

“You killed my mother. She saw your mistress earlier today; how could uld you fucking do this to us?”

***

He woke up with a jerk, a patch of sweat on his forehead, and a tickle of tears running down one of his eyes.

 “Not again.” He said beneath his breath that he was fighting a rage. He wiped off the tear trickle and got up to take his bath.

After bathing, Adrian dialed the intercom to the kitchen as Vivian had instructed. It rang through, but no one was picking up, unlike the day before yesterday; perhaps they were not home. 

He put on a shirt and decided to see Scarlett in her room. Maybe they could talk more about what she had seen last night. He walked around the big house, searching for her room. He had checked about six rooms upstairs before he finally got to one that was slightly open. He stopped in his tracks when he started to hear a sound that sounded Like his name inside.

“Adrian, oh, touch me; fuck me, Adrian, oh, I’m coming.”

He rumpled his face, not believing his ears. He started walking into the room slowly and on the tip of his toes.

He saw Scarlett on her bed with her legs spread, a vibrator deep inside her; she was truly moaning his name with her eyes shot.

Overwhelmed by confusion, he shouted.

“What the fuck are you doing?”