LOGIN“Mr Mattias,” the lady's voice called out again.
I picked up my underwear, wearing it hastily, adjusting my dress, while Mr Mattais knotted his tie properly. “Come in!“ He yelled and slowly, the door flew open, revealing a curvy lady with sandy blonde hair. “Good day Sir, These are the files you asked me to bring earlier,” she said, placing some papers on his table. “Alright, leave,” He instructed. She turned to glance at me, eyeing me from head to toe, before walking out of his office. “Shimma, I'll drive you home,” he stood up, picking up his phone and car key. “Mr Mattias, About the job?“ I asked. “Well, I'll think about it,” he said While I was in the car with Mr Mattias, I couldn't stop myself from thinking about what had happened at the office. Was I dreaming? Damn! if that stupid ass bitch hadn't interrupted, what would have been going on by now? No! I wasn't satisfied, and the way he was staring at me now, I knew he wasn't either. Although he spoke nothing about what had happened, somehow, I could tell from the way he was constantly turning to glance at me, I knew he wanted more. Wait! I could feel his hand run through my thigh. “You're driving,” I said, clearing my throat. Even though I didn't want him to stop, I still didn't want us to get involved in an accident. “Shhhh, it doesn't matter, I'll be careful,” his husky voice made me part my legs as I felt his hand adjust my underwear. “You're wet,” he smirked and I felt his hand tease my clits. “arhh!“ I moaned, parting my legs widely. “Fuck!“ He cursed softly. “You're too sweet Shimma, I don't think I can stop myself from having you, shit!“ He began to thrust two of his fingers into my wet and slick pussy. He took off his hand, driving into a dark corner. “I guess, we have some unfinished business,” he gave me a devious smile, the kind of smile that would make me wet even without being touched by him. I looked down at his erected cock, swallowing hard. “Common, take off your underwear,” he said in an authoritative tone, and I found myself doing so. “I'm gonna eat you up right now,” he cursed, pulling me closer he bent and started devouring my pussy. My back ached and I screamed in pleasure, No! He didn't continue from where he stopped, he had started all over. “Yes daddy, yes!“ I pressed his head into my pussy, I could feel his tongue, searching, exploring, devouring. “Arhhhh,” I moaned, but he stopped, and instantly replaced it with two of his fingers. “Fuck daddy, yes!,” I screamed, ohh this was way more than pleasure, I could already feel my soul leaving me. “You like it?“ He said roughly. “Yes daddy, I do,” I nodded as I threw my head backward, biting my lips tightly. He looked at my boobs, my hardened nipples couldn't hide from my gown. “I need to suck on those boobs,” he was still working on my pussy. I was wearing an armless gown, I only had to pull down my gown and then my boobs could be his. “I love those pink, hard, nipples, especially in a wet shirt,” he teased, gazing at my eyes before resting it back on my boobs. He stopped fingering my pussy, obviously, he was now focused on my boobs. His right hand pressed my boobs while his left hand pinched my nipples. “Mattias!“ I Moaned. “I like the way you call my name,” he kept teasing me. I pressed my legs tightly, pressing in the urge to have his huge cock in me right that second. But something made him stop. “Buzz!“ It was my phone ringing, shit! “Take the call,” he sat up. “No! I don't want this to stop,” I hesitated. “He picked up his phone because it was also ringing. “It's your dad, look, it's past ten, they might be worried,” he said. “But, I'm not a kid anymore, why are they so overprotective,” I rolled my eyes. Damn! I was so pissed. “I'll drive you home now,” he said and I began adjusting my dress again. Mr Mattias drove into my building, I could see my mum and dad approaching the car. “Honey, we were so worried, why weren't you picking up your call, I thought God forbid something had happened to both of you,” My mum yelled. “I'm fine mum,” I said, ignoring them both, as I walked into the house. “Did she pass the interview, is she fit for the position?“ I heard my father ask, but I couldn't hear his response, i was already inside the house. I walked up to my bedroom, headed to the shower, after that I was called downstairs for dinner, but for some reason, I had lost my appetite. I heard my phone ring, it was Mattias. “Why was he calling me this late at night?“ I thought to myself. “Hello,” I responded. “Shimma,” he called, followed by the sound of his rough breathing. “ I badly want you tonight, I want to have you,” he groaned. “Me too,” I whispered. “Let me in then,” he whispered softly. “How,” I was confused. “Open the door, so I could have you tonight,” quickly, I jumped off my bed heading to the door. I opened the door and my eyes flew open in astonishment. “Mr Mattias was standing in front of my door!“MR BEAU’S POV.The only thing that pissed me off today was the fact that Mattias was out of the suspect list. Ughhh!That could’ve been my foothold…….my leverage…….my moment to make him look cornered.But at least… I wasn’t amongst the suspects too, you know.And even if I was, there was no way the police would have allowed me to investigate the case. Wait…….what case?I burst out laughing, the sound low at first, then growing bolder as I leaned back in my chair.Gosh… I never knew the cops could be so dumb.This wasn’t hard at all. Not as hard as I thought it would be.Because really……..killing and getting away with it? It wasn’t as difficult as my fear had made it seem. Tell me how the “murderer” was put into investigating the case.How absurd.How….sillly!But it’s me you know.It’s my smart-ass brain. My manipulative skills. The way I read people like they’re an open books, the way I guide them toward the conclusions I want.If I wasn’t me, I’m sure I would’ve been locked behi
MATTIAS’S POV (continued)I stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel and dabbing gently on my face before moving to dry the rest of my body.Steam clung to my skin, but it didn’t soften anything inside me.I tried……. I really tried……not to think about what happened a few hours ago. I told myself I could control this. I only had to come up with the good plan.The real plan.The one that would expose whoever killed Ryle…..the one that would explain the ‘RIP’ threat on my car…..the one that would make that weird call make sense.But the harder I tried to convince myself… the more the fear slipped in anyway.Because what if I don’t?What if I can’t?………What if I miss one detail and someone ends up in danger again…….someone innocent…….someone I promised myself I would always protect?I stood by the mirror, staring at my reflection like I could force an answer out of it.My jaw tightened.Then the bathroom door opened and Shimma walked in.“How did it go?” she asked, her voice gentle, ca
MR MATTIAS’S POV.I took a deep breath before opening the door to the chief police officer’s office.The moment I stepped inside, my lungs forgot how to work.There he was…….seated across from the chief, relaxed like he belonged there… like he wasn’t a threat to anyone’s life.Mr Beau…….Murderfucker.Wait!…… was it him? The one who fed the cops those silly ideas about me being a suspect in Doctor Ryle’s murder?Son of a bitch.The anger came fast and hot, but I forced it down. Not here. Not in front of the chief. Not with cameras watching.I stepped inside, closing the door behind me…….keeping my face calm as I took my breath again.“Mr Mattias,” the chief said, his voice smooth and a bit loud. “Welcome! Please, you can have your seat.”He gestured to the chair beside Mr Beau.Beau stared up at me, and I swear I saw it…….’that predatory look’ in his eyes. Then it was gone instantly, masked behind an innocent smile.Fuck. This nigga is beyond sick.I looked away, turning to the chief,
MMATTIAS’S POV.“And what if he was the one who did it?” Shimma said, her voice edged with disbelief. “Huh… would accusing him without evidence solve anything?”I frowned, because she wasn’t wrong in the way she said it.Evidence mattered.But the problem was… I didn’t accuse him because I liked accusations.I accused him because something about him had never fit. Not since Doctor Ryle’s death…..nor before.I took a step closer to my wife.“Wh—what are you trying to say?” I asked, my voice barely audible.I could see it in her eyes: she wanted to believe the best version of events. She wanted this house to stay safe. She wanted normal.And I could respect that.But right then, trust felt like a luxury we couldn’t afford.Before she could answer properly, my phone rang…….loud and sudden. Interrupting the conversation.Both of us flinched.I sighed, reaching into my pocket, already annoyed at the interruption.Then I saw the caller ID……..”The chief’s police officer.”My stomach dropped.
SHIMMA’S POV“Mattias,” I called, letting him know……clearly…..that he was taking this too far.His jaw was still tight, his eyes sharp, like he wanted to keep talking until nothing was left of Mr Beau’s excuses.But I couldn’t stand here and watch it happen the way it was happening.Because yes… I knew. I knew Mr Beau wasn’t someone I was supposed to trust. I knew the way his presence changed the everything all the time, the way his calmness never felt genuine, the way he always seemed to arrive like he had been placed there.Still, that didn’t mean every time he showed up, he had to be guilty.What if this was just an overreaction? What if his intentions were completely harmless this time?Maybe he really was trying to help the kids……trying to regain what was taken from them while all of this mess was happening.I swallowed, forcing my voice to stay calm .“Can I talk to you for a moment… privately?” I said to Mattias, my eyes still locked on his.I didn’t look away to give him spa
MATTIAS’S POV.I watched the bastard’s face as he tried to wear innocence like it was a shirt he could put on and off whenever it suited him.“Mattias,” he said again, like my name was something he owned. “I came here so we could talk.”Talk……I scoffed, staring down at my children as they stared at me wide eyed. Like they badly wanted to know what was going on….like they were surprised at the way I spoke to Beau.What on earth did this man do to make my children like him this much? How much of a manipulator was he, that my kids had completely become obsessed with him?I raised a brow and folded my arms, waiting. Let him keep talking. Let him dig. Men like him always did.Because I needed to know why he had the audacity to show up at my house when……when he was still right at the top of my mind as a suspect connected to Doctor Ryle’s death.His eyes slipped to Shimma for a second.Then back to me.That tiny movement told me everything. He wasn’t only addressing me.He was manipulating
“Hello?” I said, my voice crackled.“Are you ready?” he asked, as if this were a game to him. Fucking bastard.“Yes, I am,” I replied in a low, calm tone. Part of me was relieved and ready to see my children, but most of me was uncertain about whether the tracking devices would help. What if he was
SHIMMA’S POV….As I drove to the supposed location, I couldn’t stop praying and hoping everything would go well.There was a strong possibility that Lucas wasn’t there, but I had to focus on the positive side. Still, what if he really was there? What would he do to me if I got to him before Mattias
SHIMMA’S POVI took a deep breath, trying to calm myself when the door opened.But to my surprise, it wasn’t Lucas. It was someone else—a lady. An elderly lady, at that.“H—Hi, good day, Ma’am,” I greeted, my heart pounding in my chest.“Hi?” the lady said, giving me a curious yet confused stare.“
SHIMMA'S POV. The cab pulled up in front of my house. I quickly paid the driver before stepping out of the car. I glanced back to see if Mr. Mattias had followed me, but the road was clear. There was no sign of any car approaching. I entered my house, closing the door behind me. I slowly walke







