An hour passed with Frank and his mother waiting impatiently. The stranger before they thanked him for everything. He had excused himself and called his boss for an update.Marcus and Nera arrived in Alabama the second he called, forcing Marcus to run to the bathroom to take the call."What do you mean a bull attacked him?" Marcus yelled. The plan was to run the boy over with a car."Sir, I was not sure I would not kill him with my car, and a car accident was going to be very dangerous," he explained."Are you stupid? What if that bull tore him apart?" Marcus yelled furiously. His plan was not going as planned."How is the boy?""Not good; they need to do surgery right away," he replied.Marcus began panicking; he could not believe the stupidity of the man that he just hired. If the boy died, he was going to kiss his plan goodbye. He needed to act fast; there was no way Frank would immediately go running to him.He walked back to Nera, desperation evident on his face."Is there a pro

Meanwhile, Nera finished up all the sightseeing for the day with no Marcus in sight. She had tried to call him but opted out of it.She could only assume that whatever he was dealing with was very important. Going alone to the waterfalls had given her piece of mind. Marcus's idea was not bad after all.She called the driver and asked him to take her shopping. She rarely did any shopping back home because the town was so small and any outing meant bumping into judging eyes and gossipers.The new state gave her the freedom to go anywhere without people judging her for marrying an old man or not getting pregnant.Her driver picked her up and took her to a shopping mall. He was relieved to see her finally smile.She walked into the mall with the intention of buying some summer hats. She asked an assistant in the store and was given an aisle number.She headed straight in that direction but stopped when she saw the baby aisle. A small voice told her to ignore it, but she was tempted.She c

Frank ran out of the hotel like a madman being chased. He couldn't breathe; he felt like suffocating on his own guilt. He was not supposed to enjoy the sex, not when he just screwed a woman without her consent.He felt a huge sink in his stomach as he stopped, and all the vodka that he had tried to hide under came bursting out of his mouth like a tsunami.He kept puking all the contents until there was nothing but the acid in his tummy.He stayed in the tilting position, staring at his own vomit. Flashes of the tense sexual encounter he was from having began flashing in his head. Her smooth skin, her hourglass shape with perfect slender curves, her scent, her warm tight flesh, and most importantly, her little mouth that made an effort to fit around his massive cock.He quickly smacked his head, snapping himself out of his dirty thoughts. He had no idea how she looked, what color her hair was, or what color her eyes were, but his hands had exploded enough for him to have an idea, which

Marcus was left holding the door in shock; he could not believe the audacity. He was tempted to yell but quickly restrained himself. "Are you honestly going to stand there with the door open?" Frank asked."Did I call you?" Marcus whispered in an angry tone."I have a shift tonight, so I want this done away," Frank replied.Irritated, Marcus grabbed him by the collar and said, "What if my wife was in the right state of mind?" He yelled.Frank looked over at the bed, even though he could not see the woman's face. He could see her fingering herself, unconcerned with the two men arguing in the room."She looks drugged up to me," he replied without care.Marcus held on to his neck tighter."You are enjoying this, ain't you?" He pulled on his collar. "You are enjoying fucking my wife!"Frank glared at the man, pissed"You mean fucking my aunt, point of correction," he replied, pushing the man off of him. "You are wasting both of our time, or are you saying the deal has been canceled?" He

Marcus could only stand at the door, trying so hard not to lose it and wake his wife. She looked beautiful and peaceful in another man's arms. She had her head on his chest while he wrapped his hands all over her like lovers who had just finished a marathon of sex and were waiting for a sunset.He could not believe his eyes. The boy had breached the contract; he was not allowed to sleep in the room, nor was he allowed to offer comfort. It was clearly morning, which meant the drugs were out of his wife's system, and if she opened her eyes, she was going to find the horror she lived in without her consent.He quickly tiptoed to the bed, panicking and trying so hard not to let any jealousy consume him. But the chemistry with which his wife's body lay against the boy was just too difficult to ignore. He went straight for the boy's neck as he tried to get his wife off of him.Frank opened his eyes as if possessed, the beautiful dream he was enjoying after days of failing to sleep and bei