Chapter 42

Melissa awoke to bright sunlight streaming through the glass windows. The warmth felt nice on her skin. 

Rolling onto her side she opened a sleepy eye, she had a sudden feeling of dread, as she saw a tie that was not Brock’s, and a memory of last night came flooding back, Chris, she remembered the way his hands felt on her body, and the way he felt inside her, for a brief second she smiled then she felt an arm drape across her. That feeling of guilt gnawed away at her insides. She’d cheated on Brock. A single tear ran down her face as she realised this fact. 

She was in her own world thinking of what to say to Brock how to redeem her relationship when a voice, thick and scratchy from having just woken up, startled her. 

“Good morning babygirl. Not too stiff I hope.” The voice came from behind. 

She immediately turned over, and was met with Brock’s smiling face, an eighth of an inch of stubble, and very messy hair. 

Brock saw her tear stained face and his smile dropped. Sitting up he pulled her towards him, encompassing her in his arms, wondering if she regretted last night and wondering also if she felt forced into doing it, then a feeling of nagging guilt came upon him. “What’s wrong?” His voice seemed slightly strained. 

“I cheated on you.” Melissa sobbed as she cried in his arms. A sigh of relief came from Brock. “Babygirl, you didn’t cheat on me.” He proceeded to tell Melissa what had happened last night in the summer house. That’s when Melissa’s memories came flooding back, the fact she willingly fucked and enjoyed fucking the two of them. 

“Listen” Brock said taking her chin and moving her head up to look him in the eyes. “We don’t have to do that again if you don’t want to. I just wanted to experience things with you. That’s all.” Brock said. Melissa nodded that’s all she really could do because the fear of sneaking out of the summerhouse without being caught had now set in. 

Getting to his feet groaning in pain from sleeping on a hard floor for most of the night Brock noticed a business card on the small table. It was green with fancy white lettering. Picking it up her read it “Christopher Evans. CEO Evans Construction.” Turning it over it said “For any personal or professional needs give me a call on my personal cell.” He noticed a cell number on the back. 

Slipping it into his pants pocket he saw Melissa straightening her dress, and finding some wipes in a drawer giving her face a quick wipe Brock smirked as her remembered coming on her beautiful face last night. 

“Ready?” She asked as she grabbed her shoes in her hand. “Ready” he said as they made their way out off the summerhouse. There were people asleep on the lawn. And the doors to the ballroom were open. Slipping round the side and past them, the two were almost where the car was parked when they heard the front door open. Hiding in the shadow of the wall and the open door they held their breaths. It was a partygoer from last night. He stumbled down the steps, lost a shoe, turned to pick it up and fell over, finally getting to his feet he stumbled to his car. 

This distraction allowed Brock and Melissa to dash to the car. Getting in Brock started the car and reversed out of there. 

Arriving home Melissa opened the door to her apartment, she said “Can I shower first?” Brock raised an eyebrow and replied “Why don’t we shower together?” To which he got a cushion thrown at his head while both him and Melissa laughed. 

Stripping off her clothes and dumping them into her linen basket in the bathroom, Melissa started the shower going. 

Stepping into the glass cubicle she recalled memories from the previous night. She remembered how she’d felt with two big guys inside her, how full and sexy and beautiful they had made her feel. She really enjoyed herself, but now she was stiff and sore from sleeping on the floor of the summerhouse The relationship she had with Brock was amazing and she had enjoyed the threesome however she wasn’t on a hurry to do it again but maybe in the future she would who knows. 

Getting out of the shower wrapping her towel around her, her hair tied up in another towel, she met Brock, who had now taken off his jacket and tie, his dress shirt open all the way, and he’d removed his shoes, both hands interlinked behind his head, his hair falling across his face as he dozed lightly. He was clearly in the middle of changing for a shower and fallen asleep. Melissa giggled quietly as she saw he’d kept his socks on. 

Creeping over to him she sat down gently at his side so as not to wake him, gently she kissed his lips, when suddenly his arms came round her making her squeak into his mouth. “Naughty! Trying to take advantage of me while I was sleeping.” Brock said as Melissa pulled away. 

“I was doing no such thing.” Melissa replied with a smile and trying to be indignant but failing. 

“I’m going to take a shower.” He said as he got up. Opening the door to the en suite. It had only been closed for a few seconds before a loud crash and scream all happened at the same time. 

Brock pulled the door open and ran into the bedroom. Melissa was staring at the bed, on it was a large, granite rock surrounded by bits of broken glass from the window above the bed. 

Worriedly he went over to Melissa, “Are you okay? Did you get cut or hurt?” He asked 

In a state of shock she shook her head as his eyes moved over her checking for any cuts. After a minute or two of trying to calm Melissa down he put on his shoes that were at the end of the bed, and approached the rock. 

Turning it over he saw that wrapped around it was what appeared to be an envelope and securing the envelope in place was an elastic band that had been wrapped around several times. 

Taking off the band he threw the rock onto the bed. 

Ripping open the envelope and Holding the paper in his hand he opened it after the first fold was the word “SLUT” written in red, the next fold was “CHETING HORE” Brock could feel his anger rising. Noticing the photographs inside the envelope he took them out 

Scooping it up he noticed it was a pair of womens panties. They were grey in colour, looking at the note he could see it had been hand written in the same red colour. 

“CHETING HORES GET THEIR DUE. IM COMING FOR YOU. YOULL BE MINE SOON. BITCH.” The spelling was awful. Two photos taken with film, Brock noticed from the quality of the picture, were accompanied with the note. One was from last night, and although Brock couldn’t be seen, Chris sucking on Melissa’s breasts could, on the reverse of the photo was “HORE” and “SLUT” written in black. 

The next photo was of a man from the perspective of his penis, and he was ejaculating over the panties Brock was holding. He heard Melissa say “Those panties are mine. They were stolen when I was broken into the other week.” On the reverse of the photo was “I want to fuck you in these” written in a different script Brock noticed and the spelling was different.

“We need to ring that detective back.” Brock said with determination.