Chapter 297: Chapter 297
Chapter 297
~Do you love me?~
Ella flinched at the barking of Coleman, who was already, advancing to her. She raised a brow and perceived the macho man advancing to her wasn’t the Coleman that locked up her waist during sex. This was a different Coleman entirely; it was as if he had gotten different orientation about her or Brian had told him stuff about her that made him want to devour her with his looks and husky voice.
“What is wrong with you, Coleman?” she queried, stared at the anger that built on his face, “Why are you raising your voice at me? Do you actually know you are talking to Ella?” she asked yet further and then gummed her body to the edge of the wall the moment Coleman started advancing to her.
Coleman shook his head. “Yes I know,” he said coldly and sat down before pointing at a sofa, “Do make yourself comfortable so that we can talk,” he said and stared in the space with his hands on the jaw, while he waited for Ella to advance to the sofa.
As she drew gradually to the sofa, her thought was running;
What could possibly be wrong with him?
What did Brian tell him about her that got into his head?
She would have to be careful because she was all alone and the looks on his face did confirm to her Coleman was ready to pummel her until she threw up blood. Something was definitely wrong or has the police detective shown him any other evidence that his missing cousin wasn’t missing or what?
“Thank you,” she whispered, sat down and felt too exposed now to Coleman and she covered her breasts and crossed her legs to cover her vagina from feeding his eyes.
A puff of smoke hovered across them.
Coleman smoked with great appetite as he glared at Ella , regretted feeling anything for her. He thought he could have a secret affair with her, since his cousin was far-fetched. He didn’t attend their wedding and he never knew his cousin was having such a precious, young jewel for a wife.
“I asked you a question. When last did you see the detective investigating your missing husband?” his frown thickened as he was done smoking a cigar and he dug out another stick of cigar from his pocket.
“For chrissake we have not seen since you and I visited him,” she lied, stroked her hair which fell to her shoulders. “By the way, why would I see the detective in your absence? You know I can’t do that shit. We have been in this together and we can’t do without each other until we find my husband,” she lied, still believing she could charm him and she unveiled her breast by taking off her hands, and next she uncrossed her legs , flashed her vagina lips at him.
But she was disappointed. Coleman was sniffing as though he was going to wail the next minute with his gaze focused on the other side of the sitting room that had a large picture frame of his cousin.
“Do you love me?” he asked, still focused on the picture and puffing heavily. Furiously he cast a menacing stare at her when she hesitated to respond, “I repeat do you love me?”
She gritted, blinked a million times and bit her lower lips, still lost about what answer to give. “Why would you ask me such question when you know I am married to your cousin? Or do you think I allowed you to fuck me because I am in love with you? I have never cheated on my husband until you came into my life and you are the only man I am seeing presently.”
At the mention of that Coleman shot an interrogative stare at her and started laughing mockingly , almost getting choked.
Ella was confused as she asked, “What is funny, uh? Don’t think because I allowed you to fuck me so I am a bitch…”
Coleman interrupted madly, “Oh yes you are! Keep shut this minute!” his eyes flinted with redness and scars of anger patched his face as red spots, with veins running thickly across his face.
Ella had not seen such anger being displayed by a man before, though it wasn’t going to stop her from protesting.
“I am not a bitch!” she barked back at him, and stood up.
“Oh yes you are. You pussy!” Coleman stood up too, leaving his cigar burning away as they shot each other with their frown and go-to-hell eyes. “I regret having anything to do with you. Now I know what my cousin was passing through all in the name of marriage. You are a dirty bitch. Read my lips. I shouldn’t have come to California to work with a stinking bitch like you. I should have done my thing directly with the police,”
Coleman was breathing hard, and his hands trembled greatly that the cigar left his finger and dashed on the floor. He had never been so nervous in his life.
With her face molded with mountains of frown she gnashed her teeth. “You idiot, you dare call me name again I will call the cops on you this minute and you will be severely dealt with for verbal harassment,” she said, pointing at the telephone.
Coleman paced up and down the sitting room chuckling tauntingly and clapping his hands. “Oh I agree you can call the the cops on me, because he fucked you,” he said and noticed the surprise that assembled on her face, and how the shock weighed down on her jaw.
“What are you talking about, you asshole,” she cursed, focusing her attention on his lips which were about moving again.
“Keep shut you pussy. On Monday, 12 noon, locked up in your matrimonial bedroom, the detective fucked you and later you demanded he sweep the investigation of your missing husband under the carpet, which he agreed,” he said at a breath and winked at her, who was paused and dumbfounded now the truth had been revealed. “You fucking bitch! Now I know you have a hand in your missing husband. And I promise you are going to pay because I will publish it in the media. I will tell the whole world,” he said angrily and left but Ella ran after him.
“Hold on Coleman, please. Hold on, please,” she lamented and ran after him.
But Coleman had hopped into his Ferrari and disturbed the entire neighborhood with the vroom of his car and screeching of tyres that sped away…
Something was about to hit Coleman…