C3 Intoxicated

At The WareHouse.

Jerald stormed in and found his men: Christian, his right man and Wiz, his hacker talking in his office.

“Speak of the devil! So boss we were able to track the supplies turns out… over two hundred of them went missing and that's over Six Hundred Million dollars.” Wiz said, he always ordered his men to never beat around the Bush whenever they talked to him so he sighed.

“Why did you even ignore my call?” Wiz asked and Jerald rolled his eyes.

“It was an unknown number.” He defended himself and Christian laughed.

“But you know I'm the only one who has access to your phone.” Wiz said. For someone who's a Warlord, yes.

“Don't tell me Your wife is already controlling you?! I have to meet her!” Christian mocked him and their laughter filled the room, Jerald looked at them disgusted.

“Leave my wife out of this. Now tell me… what can we do?” “Well… let me go grab some cables so I can start tracking the supplies.” Wiz stood up and walked outside.

Jerald went into his pocket and took out a small box. He opened it.

“Nervous?” Chris asked as he walked over to Jerald. “What? No… I was going to give it to her but she hurt her finger right before I could do it.” Chris laughed at him while he put the box back in his pocket.

“Did you tell her about all this Cosa Nostra?” Jerald swallowed hard to the question.

“No.” He said unabashedly.

“Afraid she might go to another man crying?” Maybe he was. Maybe he wasn't. Maybe it's for her own safety. Jerald took a rubik cube from the table and started to play with it.

“She wouldn't.” He responded confidently.

“Think money will make her stick around?” Chris asked.

“If she wants my money, I'd give her every rouble. If she wants to ran to another man, I'd make her forget him. I wouldn't mind killing for her.” He said coldly while throwing the rubik cube.

Chris took in a deep breath and responded, "I hope she's worth it.”

“Oh trust me. She's worth everything.”

Later That Night.

It's been 10 hours and Jerald is not home. Yesterday he got back at 5pm but now it's 8pm and there's no sign of him.

I would go to sleep. But I can't, I have to greet him by the door.

I looked outside the window and there was no sign of him but just the guards walking around. Yeesh! Doesn't he trust me? I won't run away. I don't even plan on doing that.

I ate the food I prepared for the both of us. Took a quick shower and wore the lace night dress. Waited, waited, waited and waited! 10 pm. Still no sign of him.

3 am.

Jennifer

I dozed off! Well, at least I dozed off at the door so he didn't come home. That's good.

I tried stood up and I walked to the kitchen. The food is still like that so I took it to the microwave.

I started hearing sounds. Could it be that the guards are now walking inside?

“Hello?” I yelled out. I grabbed a pan near by as I walked on the hallway.

Then I felt someone grab me from behind. A hand covered my mouth so I wouldn’t scream.

I just head-butt backwards so that the back of my head hits this person in the nose. That felt like bumping your head right into the wall.

Think! Think! I bent my knees and dropped weight and the person released me and I didn't think twice. I turned with a pan and guess what?

I almost killed my husband with a pan.

“Jerald?!” I hissed at him. His mouth was bleeding from a side. I thought It's his nose. Oh yeah… that's because he's taller than you!

“Are you okay?” No he's not! You just head-butted him!“What are you doing here?” I asked. This is his house. So that's a stupid thing to ask, I know.

“Not happy to see me? I was just grabbing a bottle of water. Then I saw you.”

“Wait… what time did you get here?”

“Uh… probably 11pm.” He says as he wipes the blood from his mouth. 11pm? Give me a good reason why I shouldn't hit him with this pan.

“Which door did you use to enter?” Maybe there's a back door.

“The door you were sleeping next to.” He responded honestly and I smiled.

“You didn't wake me up?”

“Why would I do that?”

“Because I was sleeping on the floor! Waiting for your ass to get home!” He lets out an annoying laugh.

“You were sleeping so peacefully. So I didn't want to disturb you.” His respond made me use the pan I was holding.

But I failed because he held my hand and used his other hand to pull my body towards him. My body arched and Our bodies touched.

"That was hot!" He says and smashed his lips on mine. His lips made my whole body freeze. I even heard the pan when it hit the floor.

His tongue traced my bottom waiting to enter, I parted my lips. Our tongues swirled together. His mouth tasted wonderful, he even smelled like alochol. I loved the taste of his blood! It's so… good.

He picked me up and wrapped my legs around his wait and headed for kitchen table. He gently placed me there.

“Are you drunk?” I asked. I had to make sure he'll remember this kiss in the morning.

“Shhh…” he hushed me as he continued kissing. He kissed my neck. He grabbed my hair and pulled it backwards so roughly and it made me whimper in pain.

“Mmm…” I moaned. He was starting to get rough with each and every second passing by and it scared me because he might be drunk and never meant any of this to happen.

“Jerald…” I tried to push him off me. He started to tear the lace night dress.

“Jerald. Stop.” I pushed him but he continued. I slapped him.

More like bitch slapped him and he came back to his senses.

“…Uh, good night.” He said as he walked away and roamed up the stairs. What's wrong with this guy? At least show empathy. Apologise or something!!

I pray he don't remember this later...