Chapter 116: Chapter 116

Chapter116

~We are in this together~

Upon hearing the horn Brian flinched from Ella. His penis was mid-way to orgasm and the tension at which he flinched from her brought about a sudden ejaculation and he jerked swiftly and poured the content of his penis on her thighs.

”Oh wow, hmm.” He let an incomplete moan.

“Move away and hide we are in trouble,” whispered Ella, sitting up, running helter-skelter, and grabbing her dresses to cover her nakedness. They were panting heavily now, confused about what action to take in the heat of his arrival.

Brian’s eyes rolled within his skull, staring at the door curiously to see if he was entering. “What do we do? Think.” He tapped his head to see if he could bring fort an idea while he squeezed into his jeans, stroking his hair in amounted confusion. He was in for the worst of trouble. Something tragic was about to befall any of them.

“I …” she stuttered breathing heavily as her entire body fidgeted, and shook in fear. “I have to lock up the door,“ she tiptoed immediately to the door and locked it up, and tiptoed to Brian so they could think up what to do, “I need to stop him from entering right away so the locked door would do that, “she whispered and they switched hands together as Brian stared in the pop ceiling thinking.

“There is no other option than hiding.” She was fully dressed and a thought hit her head. “We have a penthouse that he rarely visits. You can hide there until we think up what next to do.”

He breathed uneasily, stared at the door and followed her lead, “Follow me,” she whispered looking in the direction of the curvy stair case that led to the penthouse.

“Excuse me, Ella.” He called her attention, just when they were about taking the staircase, “How do I know that place is a good hideout?” His eyes were still at the door, as he could hear a shuffle and knocking of oxford on the ground and he knew he was the one, perhaps advancing to the door now.

And really he was. The door bell rang and Ella was startled as she led him. “Follow me. You are safe there. That is the safest place I could think of in this house,” she said in whispers.

“Oh my God,” Brian nagged. “What is all this? How am I going to escape out of this big mansion?” he asked with his hands on the waist, glaring around the whole sitting room and casting a questionable stare at Ella.

The door bell came again, this time it sounded consistently without any hope of stopping.

“Let’s move it, Brian. You know how crazy my husband is if I delay opening the door,” Ella whispered and dragged him by the arm, as they took the staircase opposite their direction in tiptoes, with their lips pouted and paused in quietness, hoping not to make a noise by any possible slightest chance. They were on the floor to the pent house now, and even all the while they tiptoed to the penthouse, the door bell had been ringing repeatedly. Next there was a speaker call from outside; and his voice sounded in all the speakers that were scattered at strategic points of the house. “Where are you? Where is this bitch? Come and open this motherfucking door else I will break it.”

They stilled their bodies at the groaning sound of his voice.

“Oh my world I am in trouble today,” Ella complained, stroking her hair confusedly and pushing Brian, “Come on let’s move it.” she pointed at the door, opposite their direction. “That is the pent house. One more thing,” Ella said shifting her fallen, tired, drawn gaze on Brian whose jaw trembled in anxiety even though he was summoning courage to stay confidently. “You must turn off your phone, so that you wouldn’t get a call while in there, which could arouse his suspicion.”

Once she said so Brian felt his pockets and could not lay hold on his phone. His face struck in shocking frown. “Where is my phone?” he asked while he fondled into his breast pocket and jean pockets again. “Oh shit!” he pummeled his fist into his palm. “I left it in the sitting room,” he said, snorting and rolling his eyes regrettably. “What is all this? What is all this?” he nagged, hitting his feet on the floor, as his teeth gnash in snares.

“Calm down, dear, OK,” she held his face, “We are in this together. He won’t see you, I promise. I will make sure I get your phone once I get downstairs to answer the door. Trust me I will distract him so well that in no distant time you will be out of here.” She planted a hasty kiss on his dry lips. I love you, Ok, you are as safe as the ass of a lion, trust me,” she mumbled, locking eyes with him, and folded his hands before she planted another kiss on them.

Brian jerked, smacking hi lips, rolling his eyes and swallowing a dry lump down his throat. He was in for the worst and escaping was as dangerous as staying out of sight. If someone had told him earlier that he would be up for this trouble, he wouldn’t have believed.

“But I thought you said he travelled and won’t be back for a long time. How do you expect me to survive this shit am into now?” he queried, raising a brow at Ella whose gaze had been on him all along.

“You are not in this alone. We are in this together. I won’t allow him to see. I will have to distract him if possible drug his meal or drink so that you can have enough time to escape out of this trap. I never expected him to be back soon. He is supposed to be back in one week time since he had been away for two weeks now. I wonder why he is back so soon. This is unlike him…” she was startled by her husband’s voice again.

“Bitch wherever you are come and open this fucking door now,” his barking voice beamed in the speaker close by.

She pointed to a door, “That is the door to the penthouse, open it and hide fast. I will be back to get your ass out of this place. I just want you to know that my husband is a weakling. He will not find you.” She said, tapped him gently on the chest to encourage him.

Brian shook his head and watched as Ella walked away. He stared her out until she disappeared out of the corridor before he advanced to the door, wound down the handle calmly and the door creaked open. He stood at his spot, staring at the scarcely lit room with art frames scattered all over the walls, a bed, a settee and a lantern all looking dusty and old. Gently he walked in, glanced around and caught sight of the large window on the other wall that had a perfect display of the ocean view. He gritted, rolled his eyes and shut the door.

Ella was full of thought while walking down the staircase. Before she made out to the door, she had feigned sleepy eyes, dull worrisome face as one waking up from deep slumber, changed into her transparent micro night dress, which revealed much of her red nipples and hairy vagina, and walked uneasily; all of this she believed would convince her husband she had been asleep which could be the reason behind her inability to hear the bell. Once she came down from the staircase, she had a deep breath, adjusted her night dress, to reveal more of her hairy vagina and braless nipples, scattered her hair and started panting to convince him that she even ran down the staircase to answer him speedily

The door opened; Ella had opened the door while she yawned. “I am so, so sorry,” she apologized to her husband, whose face held fire and brimstone…

The worst was about to happen…