Chapter 280: Chapter 280
Chapter 280
~Can I earn your favor?~
Brian rushed out to behold his father speed away into the horizon. While he stared, he shook his head in confirmation that his father was frolicking with Ella, his enemy, a woman he would never want to have anything to do with again. He thought Ella was out to ruin everyman that crossed her path.
She charmed him and plunged him to kill his cousin; she had been enjoying wild and steamy sex with her husband and she never told him. She only painted a picture of being sexually abused and dehumanized by her husband and Brian lacking understanding of what she enjoyed with her husband was quick to act harshly. YES. He was quick to smash the head of her husband to death. He would never forgive himself for falling for the evil charms of Ella.
He sniffed, fighting back the urge to cry and not ready to start his day in tears. Quickly he sprang inside, got his car key and trialed his father.
He was afar off while his father parked into the parking lot of the mansion. He watched and studied his father right from his car. Coleman stared around before entering the mansion. It was all glaring that he was sleeping with Ella, his cousin’s wife since he came from California, and if his father wasn’t stopped, the destiny-killer, Ella would mar him, just as she did to him and her husband, even her first Indian husband, Khally. Ella breathed ill-luck now. She was evil…
He dug out his phone, turned on the camera; it would soon be busy…
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Once Coleman entered the sitting room, he met no one except a couple of champagne bottles and cigar, littered at the bar and floor and he wondered if Ella had a visitor or she devoured all that alone.. Upon tactical consideration, he decided to make upstairs to check up on her. While he went upstairs, at the corridor, and on the floor, droplets of red wine were all over the place and he contemplated of she was drunk or something tragic had happened; once he drifted closer to her bedroom, an ear-piercing moan got to him and he stiffened his body and placed his ears on the door to listen further.
“Oh fuck! Oh yeah! Hmmm, ah! Aye!”
The moan churned his heart. That was Ella moaning at the top of her voice. With rapt attention, he could hear a grunting voice of a man and the bed that creaked under their weight, and Coleman need not be told Ella was having a nice time with a man. The moan came through but this time, more endearing and heart-seizing…
“Oh yeah! Fuck me hard! Oh shit! This is it! I want to touch…the sky…oh shit!”
“Hmmm…sweet pussy!”
The latter moan was a heavy groan and it confirmed to Coleman that Ella was with a man whose voice was familiar. He didn’t notice the pinhole on the door all along, so as he saw it, he peeped into it to see the police detective handling the case of her missing husband, stark naked between her thighs. In surprise and shame He was the man. Coleman gagged his moth with his hands.
Ella was indeed a whore; he thought in fury…
He steadied his gaze and saw the police detective pounding her harder and faster than anything he could imagine. Ella’s entire body vibrated under him and in a matter of climax the detective’s body started vibrating and jerking like massager at interval before he collapsed on Ella, with a great panting and gritting.
“Oh shit! Shit! That was good,” Ella commended, as she grabbed his waist with her legs and held his shoulder firmly while he kissed her deeply and passionately.
Brian had climbed to the window with the aid of a ladder he found at the corner, so his phone had been busy taking shots and shots of photos as well as videos of Ella and the police detective, whose uniform and Ella’s G-string littered the floor.
Coleman wanted to barge in on them, but he kept back and waited to get more facts from them, just to ascertain if there was something fishy more than what he just saw.
The police detective was done kissing her and he pulled his penis from her vagina and lay by her side with his breath still struggling through and his erection pointing at the ceiling. They smiled hugely and she flung the duvet across them to cover up their nakedness.
“I never knew cops fuck this good,” Ella said, smacking her lips and breathing heavily.
“You can say that again,” he was still trying to keep pace with his breath as he stretched his hand to the cigar on the table.
His eyes dimmed as he lit up the cigar, feeling aroused at the stroking of Ella’s hands on his beefy chest. “Your missing husband is really missing this body.” He stole a glance at Ella and rubbed her on the shoulder, “You taste like sweetened caramel.”
Ella blushed and snorted before gathering a huge smile on her face. “Thanks for the compliment my detective,” she pouted her lips , rested her head on the brawly chest of the detective before speaking yet further , “Can I earn your favor?” she demanded and pulled back her face to have a clearer look at his face.
A cloud of smoke hovered about the detective’s long face. He had one powerful draw at his cigar before saying, “Whatever makes you happy is my priority, my sweet sauce. Mention it and it is done.” His voice ended with a faint tune as he brought the cigar to his thick lips and puffed yet another smoke.
“I want you to discontinue the search on my missing husband. I want you to take it less seriously and whenever Coleman or any asshole pesters you about it, give them false information.” She paused, cleared her throat and said conclusively. “My husband is gone and gone for good…” she was interrupted quickly.
“Do you know anything about his whereabouts or something?” he queried and lost interest in his cigar, staring in the space thoughtfully while the cigar burnt between his fingers.
Tension…