Chapter 1: The Investigation
No matter how hard Mia insisted, Peter wouldn’t reveal any more or discuss what was really in his mind. She left the room, running up the stairs and locking the bedroom door again just to make herself feel just a little bit more secure. She was very confused - was she a good person? Instead of being upset that an innocent woman was shot at home last night, the only thing she could think about was how clearly upset Peter was. If he was honest about how he didn’t care for her, why would he sit at his office chair crying right now? She’s never even seen him cry before, not even when she gave birth to their daughter. She didn’t think he was capable of crying.
She considered revealing herself in the kitchen just so she can grab that tub of ice cream she left behind but fell asleep instead, her thoughts spinning rapidly through her mind as she did. The next morning at dawn her eyes shot open, she had realized she had a card up her sleeve she hadn’t used yet. She grabbed the phone and pressed Josephine’s picture on her home screen, it was a way for her to practice speed dialing while seeing her loved ones faces all the time. “Hey Hey.” She replied. “What’s up?”
“Josephine. I need your help.” Mia said immediately.
“No hellos? Asking me who I met up with last night? Nothing at all?” Josephine asked in a teasing tone.
“There’s no time for hellos. Peter’s secretary just got murdered two days ago.” Mia said urgently.
“What? Do I know her? Do they know who did it?” Josephine asked, not sure why Mia was speaking with such distress.
Mia sighed. “The thing is… a few days ago - and I’m really sorry I didn’t tell you but I’m seriously still processing all of this - I found out that Peter was actually cheating on me... and it was with her. Her name is Leslie.” Her blood boiled just saying her name.
“I KNEW PETER WAS CHEATING!” Josephine exclaimed. “WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME RIGHT AWAY?!”
“Because I didn’t know how I wanted to react to it.” Mia sighed, she knew this would be the reaction she would receive from Josephine.
“Men are all fucking pigs. Can you believe both of us got cheated on?” She thought for a second. “Wait, what do you mean you don’t know how you want to react to it? Aren’t you divorcing him? What else is there to think about?”
“It’s… complicated.” Mia winced, expecting Josephine to blow up. She did.
“It’s fucking complicated? Are you serious? What’s the number one thing they teach us as little girls when we get husbands? If they cheat or beat you (non-consensually, of course), you leave them. There’s nothing else to consider.”
“We have a daughter.”
“She’s 18 and moved away to college.”
“We have a history.”
“So does every other marriage.”
“Josephine--”
“He’s going to do it to you again. You know that, right? Can you take it the next time, or the time after that?”
“Josephine.”
“I’m just trying to protect you, girl. Please, listen to my advice.”
Mia sighed for the third time. “I can’t this time. I need to figure this out for myself. It’s my relationship with Peter, not yours.”
“Wait.” Josephine said.
“What?”
“You do realize they’re going to put you as the number one suspect right?”
Mia gasped - she hadn’t even thought this far. “Are you serious? I wasn’t even anywhere near her.”
“Have you spoken to her recently?”
“Oh god, I went to their office and threatened her if she ever touched him again; they have cameras everywhere, the police are definitely going to investigate.”
“With something like this… they would have already hired a private detective.” Josephine confirmed.
“This is actually why I called you; don’t you have a connection to the police station with you know who? I wanted to see if you can figure out what’s going on.” Mia explained.
Josephine laughed. “Oh, now you need your best friend to help you out, huh? Not going to listen to me but ready to ask for help anytime?”
“Josephine. This is serious. I could be sent to jail for a crime I didn’t commit. I’ll take the day off today and pick you up right away, okay? Call him. Now.” Mia expressed before hanging up on her. She put on some light clothing and grabbed her purse before running out the door, not telling anyone where she was going. She drove to Josephine’s house and texted her she had arrived and honked the horn a few times - she had no time to get drunk with her beforehand - it would also be a bad idea to show up to a police station tipsy.
Josephine arrived 15 minutes later at the passenger door, glaring at her with her makeup messily done. “I can’t believe you’re making me do this so early in the morning.”
“How did you have time to put on makeup?” Mia asked, grinning as Josephine entered the car.
“Excuse me but we’re about to go see my ex. I’m not about to look ugly.” She emphasized. Mia ignored her, chewing on her lip as she drove up to the closest station. They hadn’t contacted her yet, but the crime was committed two days ago- they were probably still trying to figure out who all the suspects were.
They walked rapidly to the entrance, Josephine struggling to keep up with Mia’s fast pace. Mia walked immediately to the empty counter, waiting for someone to show up. After a few seconds, an elderly woman approached, holding a cup of coffee as she raised her eyebrows at them. “How may I help you?” She asked, sitting down slowly.
“Josephine, my friend here is looking for someone - officer Curtis?” Mia asked urgently.
“What business do you have with him?” Her voice drawled.
“It’s personal.” Josephine expressed. “I think… I might be bearing his child.” The lady’s eyes widened, and she pressed the intercom, asking him to come to the front.
“Really Josephine?” Mia mouthed. Josephine shrugged, grinning a little. A tall man in his 40’s approached after a few minutes, he smoothened his beard, grunting at them as he acknowledged his ex-wife.
“Josephine?” He asked incredulously. “What are you doing here?”
“Not here to talk about your whore again. Hiding her in your office, are you?” She asked, and moved to attack him before Mia pulled her back.
“Can you please not attack an officer in the middle of a police station when we’re trying to ask for his help?” Mia asked. Josephine cooled down and leaned back, ignoring the both of them.
“Mia…” He said, scratching the back of his head. “I was so surprised when I saw your name yesterday… and now you’re here at the station without us calling you. I’m sure this isn’t a coincidence. You’re here about Leslie Yang?”
Mia nodded. “I thought you would figure that out.” She started following him to his office in the back of the station. “How bad is it? Am I a suspect?”
He hesitated. “Usually I can’t disclose that kind of information but… you are someone I really care about.” Josephine coughed loudly in the back. “I’ll try to help out as much as I can. Yes, you are currently a suspect. No, I don’t know all the evidence they have against you. Her family is very distressed and very adamant about finding answers, they’ve been here almost everyday harassing the officers. They think it’s you... they say it’s pretty obvious with your threats in the video, you know, the one from Peter’s office?”
“Of course I’m going to threaten her.” Mia replied. “She seduced my husband and manipulated me into wanting to divorce him! What kind of person does something like that?”
“One that was killed right after you threatened her.” He said solemnly.
“Where would I even acquire a gun? How would I even know how to break into a house? I have a pHD in gynecological science, not criminology for goodness sake.”
“No one will be able to convict you without proper evidence, and this is probably the only one they have right now. I know it’s not you. Peter knows it's not you, no one is blaming you. We’re just trying to figure out answers. Do you think you can try to help out as much as possible?” She thought about asking a lawyer to come, but all the lawyers she knew came from Peter’s office, and she doubted they were happy with her at the moment. Answering a few questions from a cop that was trying to help her wouldn’t do her any harm, right?
She spent the rest of her day in a small enclosed interrogation room. Josephine waited outside while her ex-husband filmed her, asking her questions on his list just as where she was that night, if she had anyone to speak for her being at home, etc. She was feeling exhausted by the end of it, but tried to be as honest as possible. The only thing she couldn’t mention was her relationship with Oliver - someone even Josephine had no idea about.
“Based on the evidence we have collected, this was a two-part attempt at murder. The night before she was killed, someone had followed her home and copied her pin number to break in without any worry. They then copied one of her finger prints from some of her belongings at work and used it to get in- we have footage of someone coming into the office and collecting her belongings.”
“How could they possibly get into the office? There’s so much security involved.”
“That’s what we don’t understand. This person appeared in daylight with no one suspicious of a thing, it doesn’t make any sense logically, and Peter doesn’t remember seeing anyone suspicious that day.”
Mia raised her eyebrows. “Peter has already spoken to you?” She couldn’t believe he didn’t tell her this. When did he have time to talk to the police?
“That’s the next question I have for you. Even if you can confirm where you are on the actual night of the crime, which you have with your daughter, I need to know where you were the night before.”
“Why? I didn’t even know about the affair the night before.” She said.
“That’s a lie, Mia and we both know it.” He said determinedly.
“Excuse me?”
“I told you we’ve spoken to Peter. He told me that you opened the letter.” He pulled a sealed plastic bag out of his pocket containing the letter from Julia - the one with the lingerie polaroid. “The night before. And confronted him about it the next day.”
She gulped. “I must have forgotten, sorry.”
He narrowed his eyes, now very suspicious of her. He hadn’t expected a lie in her response, though couldn’t tell if she had just forgotten or not. “It would really help us if you could tell us what you were doing that night, it would clear your name almost immediately.”
She stared at him, wide eyed. How could she possibly tell him she was with Oliver?
“I… I can’t.” She replied, not knowing what else to say.
“What do you mean you can’t?”
“I was alone. I was so upset from the letter that I just went to bed.” Oh god. She just lied to an officer. Was there a way he could find out that she went out that night? Was there a camera anywhere at Oliver’s warehouse? But they wouldn’t know to check there...
“That’s a pity.” He said. “I really wanted to clear you up today.”
“It’s okay. Thanks for all your help.” She said, wanting to get out of there as soon as possible. This was bad. And it was all filmed and recorded, meaning anything she just said would be used against her if they really do want to pin it on her. She was an idiot. He was a cop first, of course he wouldn’t be hiding any evidence just to help her out. Especially if he just knew her from his ex-wife, who he clearly didn’t care about. Her heart was racing, she had to get out of there. She walked past Josephine on her way out, not speaking to her or giving her any indication of what happened.
When they were finally in the car, she stared at her, a deer in headlights. “What have I done? I think I fucked up.”
Josephine stared at her, and gave her a big hug. “I’m sure you’re just overthinking it like you always do. He’s a bastard, but he will take care of you. I’m sure of it.”
“Josephine. He looked so suspicious of me. I think he thinks I did it. And I couldn’t explain to him why I had no alibi.” She explained.
“Why didn’t you have one? What were you doing?” Mia explained to her what he had said about the planned out murder, and then paused. “What aren’t you telling me?”
“Remember that guy you met that was talking to me that night we went out?” She asked, hesitating.
“Holy fucking shit.” Josephine gasped. “You cheated on Peter?”
“Stop.” Mia rubbed her hand against her face dramatically. “I already feel terrible.”
“Girl! You’re awesome. I can’t believe you did it, I didn’t think you had it in you. God, he was hot. I bet he was so good in bed.” She laughed.
“It’s not funny. And I’m not telling you.” Mia said. “I can’t do this right now. I think I need to be alone.”
“I understand. Let me know if you need me for anything at all, okay?” Mia nodded and dropped her off. She had to go somewhere private to think. She had to figure out a way to get out of this without asking Peter for help. First, she had to make some phone calls and find a good lawyer- someone who didn’t work for her husband.
She pulled up to the University, and walked to her office without even thinking about it. She sat at her desk, her work laid out in front of her as the thoughts raced through her head. Before she could even do anything though, there was a quick knock at her door. She glanced up, no one should know she was in today, she had called in sick, afterall.
Chapter 2: The Fruit-Bearing Tree
“Hello?” She called out, and moved to her door, opening it.
Oliver stood at the entrance, looking both innocent and malicious at the same time. “Hi, Mia. I thought I’d find you here.”
“Oliver? What?” She asked. “How did you find out where I worked?”
He scratched the back of his head awkwardly. “I googled you and… there was an article of the drug you discovered from last year saying you worked here, and then I asked one of the staff if they knew where your office is.”
“That’s very stalker-ish of you.” She commented, waving him in as she closed the door behind him.
“Sorry… it’s just that I missed you a lot and I knew I had to come talk to you. To convince you.”
She bit her lip, not liking the temptation that was in front of her. Why did he have to wear such tight pants all the time? “Oliver. Nothing you’re going to say now is going to convince me. I have enough to worry abou then try to say no to you again.”
“Worry about?” He asked. “What are you worried about?”
“It’s complicated.” She expressed, sighing deeply. How did her life get so complicated in one week?
“I’ve got time.” He said. He sat on the plush couch in her office, crossing his legs and putting his hands on his knee.
“Oliver.” She rolled her eyes. She wanted to tell him but… what if he went to the police or something? She didn’t actually know him that well. Her need to talk to someone who would understand overroad her need to keep her silence.
“The woman my husband was cheating on me with was killed. And they think I did it.”
He looked at her, willing her to continue explaining. It was like he wasn’t even shocked. How cold could he possibly be?
She continued. “I don’t know what to do Oliver. I’m a smart woman but… this is beyond what I know. I’m scared they’re actually going to think I did it. What if they put me in jail?” She shivered.
“Mia.” He said in a comforting voice. He walked up to her and put his arm around her, her face heavily embedded in his chest as tears flowed down her eyes. He pet her hair over and over, letting her calm down a bit before he said more. “Mia, I have some experience with this stuff with my family. They’re Italian and a bit wild. I think I can help you. Just explain everything and I’ll be here for you. Every detail, okay?” She sniffed into his chest, breathing in the sandalwood scent and feeling comfort for the first time in a while. It felt good to have someone take care of her for once.
She nodded into him, trying not to get her snot on his shirt before she spoke. She explained their connection with the police station, the questions he had asked her, and the moment she realized she was in trouble. He listened seriously the whole time, only interrupting to ask her to clarify a bit more for certain topics. When she was done, he held onto her hand, and moved her towards the couch. She hesitated at first, but the need for comfort was too overwhelming. He sat down first, and led her to sit on top of his lap. She put her arm around him and buried her face into his shoulder, neither saying a word. She sat there for a while, thinking about everything once more as he dug his finger into her hair and played with every part of her skin that wasn’t covered by clothing.
They sat for so long the sun was beginning to set, yet Mia wanted to stay there forever, stuck in a time where she had someone tell her that she had nothing to worry about, and that they would handle everything for her. If only that was really the case. The young girl inside her really wanted to believe it. His hands moved from the back of her neck to her chin, his thumb stroking against it gently as he did. She looked up at him, her eyes connected to his instantly as they read each other.
He moved closer to her, and their lips met. Their bodies reacted instantly, fire burned around them as they embraced, their lips widening as they did and his tongue exploring her deeply. She moaned into him, and it got her to press herself deeper against him, seeking more of whatever he could provide. “Mia.” He breathed out. The sound of her name against her lips made her drench her panties, it reminded her of what had happened last time, and her desperation since then. She needed to feel him inside of her again, and fast. She didn’t want any foreplay this time. Just full on fucking in the middle of his office. What gave him the ability to bring out this kind of rawness out of her? She’s never had these kinds of dirty thoughts before.
It seemed like he was able to read her mind, or felt as desperate as her. He flipped her over the couch without saying a word, and pulled her black yoga pants down, staring at her ass from behind. It’s like he turns into a different person when he’s turned on. She thought. He’s just so much more aggressive and determined, and that thought made her feel a little heated herself. He stroked her against her panties, and she ground against him, feeling his finger against her crotch.
He hissed. “You’re so wet already. We barely did anything.”
She felt a spark of defiance, and turned on her back rapidly, leaning forwards to put her body against him, both now standing up properly. She gave him a hard stroke against his jeans, feeling his erection struggle against the tightness of his pants. “What about you? Why are you so hard, then?” She smirked. He tsked at her, but grinned back.
“Did I say you could turn back around?” He flipped her again, pushing her back on the couch on her belly. She tried to move but he forced her down. “Don’t move.” He whispered threateningly. He ground against her, and she could feel the hardness in his jeans against her crotch. She moved back against him, and grinned at her little victory- he had groaned out loud at that.
He unbuttoned his jeans, and pulled his dick out, feeling the satisfaction of it springing free from the tightness. She could feel it press against her, and she desperately wanted it inside of her, to experience the pleasure she had felt last time all over again. Was this what a good sex life is like? Getting to feel this type of pleasure over and over every time she wished? She wished she discovered this many years ago, it seemed she had missed out on a lot in her lifetime. He slipped into her in one smooth motion, not bothering to tease her or make her beg this time- the wetness was enough to let him know she needed him as much as he wanted her. She cried out, and put the back of her hand against her mouth. It was her office afterall, and though it was late at night, a lot of professors stayed extra hours to get their work done. They would be hearing her if she was too loud, and that would be extremely unprofessional of her. She could even get fired for this. She hoped Oliver wouldn’t be too brutal about it. It seemed she had underestimated how desperate he was.
He slipped out fully and entered her again, and she cried out into the back of her hand. This was too much. Could he be even harder than before? He pulled the band surrounding her ponytail out, and let her hair loose. It fell apart around her shoulders and he grabbed a handful, pulling her hair back as support for him as he fucked her. He did it over and over, pulling out and then thrusting into her cervix as hard as he could. He loved watching her squirm and scream underneath him every time he did so, he could fully appreciate how his dick made her feel over and over. Mia never had her hair pulled on while she was fucked, and the slight pain in it turned into pleasure for her. She realized for the first time why women were so into dominant guys, to be able to be controlled like that and fully ravished.
Oliver decided to switch positions, and raised her as he sat on the couch fully. He spread his leg wide, and sat her on top of him, inserting her again as he did so. Mia moaned in complaint when he parted from her, but realized what he was doing and was fully absorbed. She rested her hands on his shoulder, and fully sat on top of him, moaning as she felt how deep he was. Every position seemed to be even better than the last. She couldn’t wait to explore more with him. She used his body to anchor her and slipped out before going back down again. She loved having the control this time and how he had easily handed it to her. She wanted to see what she could do with her body, show him how she could satisfy him just as much as he did for her. She did just that, she ground against him over and over, and enjoyed every grunt and moan coming from him spurred her on further. She sucked on his neck, tasting the sweat coming out of him as he tried to maintain his composure. He placed his hands on her waist, trying to control her but let her do what she wanted to him at the same time. It was driving him mad.
He couldn’t take it much longer. With a few more thrusts into her, he felt himself tighten and he leaned in to her ear, whispering, “God, Mia. I’m coming.” She nodded, and increased her speed, moaning out loud as she enjoyed his entire length inside of her. As he came, spurting pump after pump inside of her, he rapidly moved his finger down, flicking her clit as he did so. The unexpected movement made her gasp out loud, and the heat inside her body combined with his finger against her nerve-bundled nub made her cry out as she came as well, pulsing and tightening around him as she did.
When Mia finally regained her senses, she realized she hadn’t been covering her mouth and inhibiting her moans- she had been too into it to even think about anything else. She hoped she wasn’t too loud, but the hazy blur made it hard for her to remember how loud she was. She dropped on top of him, he stayed inside of her, panting heavily alongside her. “Oliver. How is this time even better than the last?”
He chuckled. “And the next time will even be better. And the time after that. I can feel it.”
She breathed in and out deeply, and hugged him tight. He popped out of her, and she made a small mewling sound as he did. “That feels so weird everytime.” She laughed a girly laugh.
“I love the sound of your laugh.” He commented nonchalantly. She didn’t reply, and he shifted against her, letting her be more comfortable against his body. “Mia, does this mean you’ll finally accept the relationship between us?”
She pondered for a second, and then nodded. “Yes, but I need to talk to my husband tonight.”
He raised his eyebrows. “About?”
“It’s not because of you, trust me. It may seem like it, but it’s not. It’s clear to me now that we’re just not good together, and as Josephine has said to me, if he’s capable of doing it to me once, he’s capable of doing it to me again. You weren’t there when he told me the news about Leslie. He was completely shattered, I’ve never seen him like that before. I honestly don’t think he’s going to be the same ever again, and I’m not capable of being there to pick up the pieces anymore- no matter how cruel that may sound.”
He nodded, fully understanding where she was coming from. He had no idea she would be so determined on divorcing Peter so quickly though. It seemed he was finally getting his way for once. “So, what are we doing now?” He said.
She shifted against him, then stood up. “No matter how much I want to stay here right now, I really need to go talk to him. I hope you understand.”
He nodded again. “Yes, that’s completely reasonable. I want you to take your time with what you need, and I’ll go home and research about how I can help you with the murder suspicions tonight.”
She leaned in and pecked him on the lip gently. “Thank you for being here for me. I’m not used to being taken care of this way.”
He pet her gently before letting her move away. “Anytime, Mia.”
She walked him out of her office, and they parted when she walked towards her car. She spent the whole car ride coming up with what she would be telling Peter as soon as she saw him, and felt her heart beat more and more rapidly as she settled on one of the greatest decisions she would ever make in her life; leaving one of the people she’s cared about the most.
Chapter 3: The Abnormal Consequences
“Peter. We need to talk.” She said, barging into his office without knocking.
He looked up from his work, dropping his favourite pen down as he did.
“Mia. Come on in, I didn’t know you would be coming home tonight.” He replied snarkily.
“Of course I’d be coming home, where else would I be?” She confronted him.
He shrugged, and pretended to look down at his work again.
“Put your work down and look at me. I said we needed to talk.” She grabbed a chair and sat, staring at him with determined eyes.
“And what, perchance, do we need to talk about?” He replied, listening to her as he focused his attention fully on her.
“I want a divorce.” She said.
“Mia--” He started, leaning forwards in shock.
“No, no trying to convince me otherwise. I tried to forgive you, and honestly- I’m not capable of doing so. I’m leaving you, and that’s that.” She didn’t want to give him a chance to change her mind.
“After everything we’ve been through? You can just throw that away?” He asked.
“I could say the same about you. You threw it away first.” She snarked back.
“Mia, I think you’re being a little dramatic.”
“Dramatic? You fucked a woman half your age!” Her voice was slowly raised. “She was your secretary!”
“Mia. Don’t talk about the dead like that.” He scolded her.
She slammed her fists against the table. “You know what? I’m done here.” She stood up, and moved to leave.
He moved rapidly after her, and held onto her wrist, moving her back to look at him. She hesitated for a second, then gave him a glare once more. “What?”
“Please. Please rethink this. We can fix our marriage.”
“Look me in the eye right now and tell me you don’t think I committed the murder.” She said coldly.
He looked at her, shock in his widened pupils. “I don’t think--” He coughed. “I don’t think-- Mia. I can’t do it.” He shook his head, letting her go.
“You’re okay with being married to a cold-hearted killer?” She asked.
“I--”
“I thought so. Looks like the decision is mutual then. Goodbye, Peter.” She walked out the room, and ran to the front of the house. She unlocked her door and sat inside, hyperventilating as everything she’s just said and done flooded into her. She couldn’t believe she had just done that. No matter how much she bared her heart from the rest of the world, she couldn’t help but feel all the emotions rushing in. She felt a drop fall onto her pants, and then another. Soon, she was crying more than she’s done in a long time, her breath uneven and heavy. She blew her nose, using the tissue box she always had ready inside her car.
She wondered if Oliver would be okay with her going to his house to see him. Would he think she was too needy, or understand that she’s going through a lot right now. In the middle of the night, where else could she go? She texted him, and got a response right away- it seemed he was still awake researching for her. He sent her his address, and she drove right away, trying to resist her tears so she could drive properly.
The next morning, she woke up in his arms, the sunlight falling on them and illuminating his bedroom rousing her fully awake. She shifted against him, not wanting to wake him up, and sat upright, rubbing her eyes. She hadn’t slept that well in a long time despite what had happened. Was it because of how warm Oliver was? Despite what she had learned to expect from him, they didn’t fuck last night. It seemed he was trying to respect the trauma that had happened to her, and kept his distance, only giving her gentle embraces and touches. She appreciated that very much. She walked to his kitchen, looking for a coffee machine so she could feel a little bit better. She felt like a terrible worker, she was late or absent the last few days through this whole mess, and her students didn’t deserve this kind of treatment.
As the coffee started brewing, she looked around the apartment. It was almost completely bare, like no one was living in it. She felt the need to look through his stuff to learn just a little more about him, but resisted. She was a proper woman, afterall. Instead she looked out the 3rd floor window, watching people walk by as they headed to work. A cute puppy followed it’s owner, sniffing everything it could on the way.
When the finished machine beeped at her, she walked back, looking for a coffee mug she could use. She flipped through the cabinets - there were spoons, unused ketchup packets, some containers of protein powder, but no mugs. She was about to go and see if Oliver was awake to ask him when she saw a mug in the corner of her eye, hidden in the back of the one of the cabinets she had opened. She lifted it up and was about to pour her coffee inside when she read the label on the mug - it had seemed familiar to her, but she just figured out why. “Sutton & Davis Law”, the name of her husband’s law company. How did Oliver acquire something like that? Her body started to shiver uncontrollably, and before she could think properly, she put the mug back to where she found it, and she walked back to the bedroom so he wouldn’t be suspicious.
Why would Oliver have a mug from her husband’s work? They gave it out to all new employees, and he definitely wasn’t one- she would know. When did he have time to go to her husband’s work? Did he somehow talk to Peter about her without her knowing? Did Peter now know she was cheating on him as well? None of it made any sense.
She leaned against the bedroom door, and watched him sleep. He looked so peaceful, one of his legs sticking out of the blanket as he snored passively. She wanted to leave him there for longer, but found herself clearing her throat loudly, which immediately woke him up from his slumber. He blinked a few times, then searched for her eyes, smiling sleepily when he met them. “Hi Mia, woke up before me this time, hmm?”
She smiled back at him, though her thoughts were still swirling around her. “Yes, and I can’t seem to find a mug for my coffee anywhere.”
He chuckled, and moved to stand up, revealing his bare chest, something she wanted to lick up every time she saw it. He moved to the other side of the kitchen island, something she had forgotten to look through, and brought out two plain white mugs, setting it on the table in front of her. “Forgot to check here, huh?”
She crossed her arms. “Who would put their mugs so far away from the actual machine? Your kitchen is so inefficient.”
“Sorry I’m not as efficient as you.” He teased back. He put his arm around her, following her around the kitchen as she poured the coffee and mixed some sugar inside.
“How do you take yours?” She asked, pouring some coffee in the other mug as well.
“As dark as humanly possibly.” She smiled and nodded, shifting against his body to pour properly. She had ground against him by accident, and he groaned, shifting against her from behind. She felt his boner against her, a bulge in his tight boxer briefs.
She looked back at him, grinning widely. “Excuse me, mister. What’s that?” She looked down.
He pretended to look down at where she was looking, and laughed. “Sorry. I told you you turn me on.”
“Clearly.” She now purposefully moved against him, and he groaned again.
“Mia…” He said. “You don’t want me to lose control.”
“Maybe I do want you to lose control.” She retorted. And so he did. He bent her over the counter, and she dropped the mug she was holding on the counter, afraid he would make her spill it. He ravished her again, taking her that morning like he did the night before, fulfilling his promise of fucking her better every single time. She couldn’t believe she could possibly feel this good.
Chapter 4: The Youthful Lust
“Julia. You’re back.” Julia had entered the bar before opening, pushing open the door like she owned the place and waltzing in unannounced. She hadn’t been to the bar in a while, but it was just like she remembered. A corner had a platform for the band, and small hand-made wooden tables were littered throughout with signs for table numbers. It was a small establishment, and one bar sat at the centre of it, usually mained by at least two people. Her uncle, Francis, stood there, his hands holding onto the towel he was using to clean the glass. He looked at her with a widened gaze, looking up at her.
She grinned. “Did you miss me, uncle?”
He set the towel and glass down, and moved around the bar counter, approaching her. “I can’t say that I have.” He teased, and put his arm around her, pulling her into his embrace. “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?” He felt a little hurt at that.
“Hm.. I guess I wanted to surprise you.” She replied. “Though I’m surprised mom and dad haven’t told you anything.”
“Ah, I think they’ve been busy with their own things recently, I wouldn’t take it too seriously.” He said. She nodded, and he let her go, sitting down on a seat at one of the tables. He waved his hand to tell her to follow. “Do you want anything to eat? The kitchen isn’t open yet, but I can set you up with something.”
She laughed. “I don’t think I can trust your cooking.”
He pretended to be offended. “Excuse me but I’m sure I’ve made you some nice boiled eggs before.”
“Even that didn’t go very well.” She snarked back.
“Okay. Enough jokes. Tell me everything about your college experience. Was it everything you hoped for?” He asked, leaning back against the chair comfortably.
“I’d say so. I’ve met a lot of new people, and the professors are really nice. With my parent’s intelligence given to me, I don’t think I’ll have that much trouble with it anyways.”
“How humble of you. Met any boys you like?” He asked.
“Why? Are you jealous?” She teased. He raised his eyebrows at her, thinking.
“Julia, you know we shouldn’t talk about things like that.” He scolded
She frowned, dreading the conversation that was about to happen. “Francis. I told you I understood what you meant last time. But it’s getting ridiculous at this point. I’m almost 19 years old, a literal adult. What makes you still so hesitant about this?”
“I…” He sighed, and changed his tactic. “It’s not right, Julia. You’re my niece. We share the same blood. I feel a sort of connection to you, too. But it’s so wrong.”
“I don’t know how much I have to do to convince you we’re right for each other.” She asked desperately. “I spent the whole time in college trying so hard not to contact you, thinking that maybe if I showed you how mature I am, you’ll finally change your mind.”
He looked at her sadly, and moved his hand out to feel for hers, stroking it gently with his hands. “I’m double your age, Julia. It’s not about how mature you are.”
“Yes, it is. Because we both know age doesn’t matter.” She insisted.
“What’s your plan here even if I say yes? You’re going to tell your parents you want to be with your uncle, huh?” He was starting to get a little frustrated. Why wasn’t she getting this?
She bit her lip. She hadn’t really been thinking that far. Her focus had been to try to get her uncle to change her mind, not about what they would be doing afterwards. He got her there. “I don’t think we need to divulge that information.”
“So you’re going to try to keep it a secret forever.”
“Is that so wrong?”
“It’s not going to work.” He replied. No matter how much he wanted to be with her, he had to be the adult in this situation, and it was just so wrong.
“Francis, please.” She pulled her hand away from him, retreating into her own bubble. She couldn’t believe he was doing this to her again. It hurt so much last time, and she didn’t think she’d be able to take it again.
He stood up, not being able to take the absolute sadness in her expression. “I don’t want to do this to you over and over again. You need to be able to keep your distance from me.”
“But I don’t want to. I want to be with you. You’re all I think about.” He walked to her side of the table, and pet her hair gently before lifting her chin up and staring into her eyes.
“You act like you’re not all I think about, too.” He whispered, though regretted it immediately.
“THEN WHY ARE YOU TRYING SO HARD TO REJECT ME?” She cried out.
“Julia, we’re just talking in circles here.” He scolded again. She hated how much he sounded like her father sometimes. She put her arms around him, and buried her face into his chest, breathing in and out heavily.
“Francis…” She whispered. He dug his fingers into her hair, gently pulling on it on his way down. He pet her face with his index fingers, long strokes across her soft cheeks as he did so. He had forgotten how soft she was, and how much he liked that about her. He had forgotten the pull that she had towards him, why he kept on giving into her whims over and over again despite trying to be the good guy.
He pulled her up from her chair, and put his arms around her back, leaning on her waist as he did so. She was so close to him he could feel her chest against his, her rapid breathing as she tried to figure it all out. She accepted his embrace, and nuzzled into his chest, sniffing in his scent deeply. “I forgot how much I liked your smell.” She said.
He chuckled, the sound coming from deep in his chest. He loved the undivided attention she gave him. She started to kiss his neck, moving from his shoulders, giving him gentle pecks slowly up his body. He shivered, knowing that she was trying to seduce him again. “Julia…”
“Shh…” She insisted. She kissed him more moving to his ears. She pressed her tongue against his ear lobe, and then bit down on it, knowing it was something he loved. He moaned slightly, and leaned against her tongue more. She licked him from the base of his ear to the top, going so slowly it was almost torture for him. She then nibbled at it, then moved down to his neck again, sucking hard- she knew she would be giving him a hickey for sure. If he was going to reject her, he might as well have something to remember her by.
He tried to move to push her away, but couldn’t and moved her closer to him instead. He was weak, and lonely, and no matter what he said to her, she was never going to give up. Why try anymore. He tilted her chin up and kissed her, engulfing her in his mouth and tasting her for the first time in what felt like forever. She reciprocated right away, her heart pumping even harder. She couldn’t believe she won again. He gave in every time. Even though he always said it was the last time he would. Her mouth opened and closed against his, and she slipped her tongue in, exploring his as she did. He moved his hands behind her legs, and lifted her against his body in one smooth motion. She wrapped her legs around him immediately, and groaned into his mouth.
He slammed her against the wall, the picture frames he had hung on it a few days ago shaking as he did. She was wedged against the wall and his body, not being able to escape anymore from his lust. He ground his erection against her and she moaned out. She had been desperate for it. “I hope you’re ready.” He whispered, and she nodded eagerly. He shifted her panties aside with his hand, letting go of her body for just one second as he did. His dick sprung free from his pants, and she moaned appreciatively.
“Francis. I’ve missed this. Fuck me, now.” He nodded, and stopped the grinding. He was feeling the desperation as well. He slipped into her and her pussy eagerly accepted him.
“You’re so wet. Like usual.” He hissed. He moved out and then back in, hitting her cervix as he did so. She cried out, enjoying this position tremendously. He fucked her over and over again, slamming her against the wall as he did. She clawed as his back, pulling his shirt up in the process and leaving red marks all over it.
“God, Francis. You feel so good inside of me.”
“Good.” He said urgently, and fucked her harder. She moaned out loud, clawing at him to release any sense of desperation. It was too much for her to handle, and exactly what she needed.
“I’m cumming, Julia.” She nodded, and squeezed tight against him when she felt how big he suddenly got. He pumped into her a few more times, and groaned loudly, slamming her hard against the wall and spurting load after load inside of her. She cried out, accepting the heat now inside her body. He popped out of her when he was done, and she dropped onto the floor as he let her go, landing on her legs.
“God I’m so sore.” She said, grinning.
“You haven’t cum right? You want me to help with that?” He asked, winking.
“No matter how much I want you to finger fuck me right now against this wall, I’m actually feeling extremely satisfied. I just wanted to feel your dick again, you know?” She laughed.
“God, if your dad heard you say those words… he would shoot me. Actually shoot me.”
“It’s good he’s never going to find out then.” She replied. She picked up the purse she left on the table and waved goodbye at him, moving to leave the bar.
“You’re leaving already? We haven’t properly catched up.”
“People will be showing up soon for their shift, the less they see us together the better. I’m sure some are already a little suspicious.” She said cleverly.
He nodded. “You’re right.”
“I’ll text you when I can, okay?” She walked back to him and gave him a little peck, and then walked out without saying another word. He stood there, watching her ass sway and looking extremely dumbfounded.
Chapter 5: The Talk
Julia slammed the front door behind her, feeling on top of the world. Could anything possibly bring her down right now? She sauntered into the kitchen, seeing if there was any leftover mac and cheese her mom had made. That would complete the perfect day. She saw her mom sitting in the kitchen, her head buried deep in her laptop. Work, again?
“Hey mom, what’s up?” She asked. Sitting down across from her while blowing her bubble gum.
“Oh, Julia.” Mia said, finally noticing her arrival. She visibly gulped, and closed the laptop to provide her her full attention. Julia immediately felt suspicious, her mom never really stopped paying attention to her work. “I wanted to talk to you about something.”
“What is it mom? Are you okay?” She asked, feeling concerned.
“Not really.” She gulped again, Mia had no idea how hard this was going to be. “Your father and I are getting a divorce.”
“WHAT?” Julia cried out, standing up in shock. “YOU’RE WHAT?”
“Calm down.” Mia expressed. “You of all people know we haven’t been as close as we used to be recently.”
“Yeah but I thought that was natural. You two literally never fight, both of you don’t have a temper.”
“But it leads to resentment and anger over time if we don’t properly communicate.” She said, trying to teach her daughter how to have a proper relationship- though she wasn’t one to talk.
“What brought this up? There must’ve been a reason.”
“Do you remember Leslie? His secretary?”
Julia’s mouth dropped. “DAD CHEATED ON YOU?”
“Shush. Don’t be so loud.” Mia scolded.
“HOW COULD HE DO SOMETHING LIKE THAT TO YOU?” She couldn’t believe it. To say she was shocked was an understatement.
“I don’t know. I was very upset as well, but now that it’s been a week, I’m starting to see all the signs I’ve missed.”
“I’m going to go find that hoe and beat the crap out of her. How dare she treat my mom like that?”
Mia chuckled, but shifted to a serious expression. “Unfortunately, Leslie has passed away.”
“Excuse me? You’re fucking with me, right?”
“Language.” Mia scolded. “She was murdered.”
“Did you do it?” Julia joked, she never in a million years would doubt her mom, she was too good of a woman, and never thought someone else could doubt her as well.
“No, but they think I did. I’m the prime suspect.”
Julia looked at her, her mouth completely slacked. “And you’re deciding to tell me all this now because?”
“Please don’t start with me right now. I’ve clearly been going through a lot, and I had to find the right time to talk to you. Is that okay with you?” Mia glared at her.
“Okay. I’m sorry. I’m sure this has been really difficult for you.” Julia reached out to hold her mother’s hand. “So, what have you been doing to try to prove your innocence?”
“I don’t know, but I’ve been researching a lot of documents online, trying to see what I can possibly do.”
“Let me know if you need any help.” Julia went to the fridge, looking for her mac and cheese, staring at her mom once in a while as she typed on her laptop. She thought for a few seconds… maybe now was the best time to reveal some of her own secrets, since her mom was feeling a little bit guilty and wouldn’t be focusing on her so much.
She thought about it for a while, and finally decided that she wouldn’t be able to keep the secret any longer. “Hey. I need to talk to you about something, too.” Mia glanced up from her computer, curious.
“Go on then.”
“It’s about a guy.”
Mia grinned. “You met someone at school?! Tell me all about it.”
“It’s someone closer to home, actually.” Julia’s heart was pounding, did she really make the right decision here?
“Oh, do I know him?”
“Yes. Yes you do.”
“Hmm…” Mia grinned. “Is this going to be a fun guessing game? I can’t really think of anyone who would be suitable for you though.”
“Remember when I told you I thought uncle Francis was attractive?” Julia cringed, waiting for the anger she knew was coming.
Mia sat there, not saying a word. She stared at her, her mind going a mile a minute, racing as she processed this information. “You’re trying to tell me you have a crush on your uncle?”
“No, we’ve been together for a few years now. On and off.”
“A FEW YEARS? YOU WOULD’VE BEEN UNDERAGE.” Mia slammed her hand against the table, shaking all the objects on it. Julia had no idea she would explode like this. Mia moved her hand up and slapped her as hard as she could. Julia hit the wall with her shoulders, her body bouncing from the impact.
“How can my daughter be such a slut? How dare you.” Mia screamed.
“Mom!” Julia felt tears run down her eyes. “Please, please calm down. How can you call me something like that?”
“I’ve raised you better than this.” Mia spat. “To indulge in an incestuous relationship with someone double your age?!”
“Please, mom. I love him.”
“LOVE?” Mia cried out. “Get out. This instant. Now. I never want to see your face again.”
Julia stared at her, absolute shock in her expression. Mia pointed to the door, and when she still didn’t move, Mia moved her hand up to slap her again. Julia ran at this point, out of the kitchen and out of the house, her whole body shaking from what had just happened. Did her stupid decision just make her lose the most important person in her life?
Chapter 6: The Psychopath
Oliver: Hey Mia, how are you doing?
Mia: I just found out some of the most horrifying news.
Oliver: I’m sorry. Did you want to talk about it?
Mia: Not right now.
Mia: Did you figure out anything about the murder?
Oliver: I think you should go to the cops again, explain to them more about what’s going on. Maybe tell them you do actually have an alibi.
Mia: Okay, but I think I’m going to go to Peter’s work first. I want to see what I can figure out about the person that broke in.
Oliver: I wouldn’t do that if I were you, it would look really suspicious to work behind the cops like that.
Mia: I’m sorry Oliver, I’m already on my way.
Oliver: Mia! Don’t!
She put her phone back in the pocket. She would have to listen to her instincts for once, she had a feeling that there was something going on in Peter’s work she had missed the last time she was there.
She still had the ability to enter the office freely with her own scanning ID, and she walked to her husband’s office, turning his computer on. She hoped no one would be coming in to grab anything this late at night. Oliver was right, she would be looking very suspicious. When the computer finally started booting up, she entered his password “JuliaSutton0628”. She felt a bang in her heart when she thought of her daughter and what she had revealed to her, but she would have to be focused on her current task and not be distracted by anything else. She would focus on how she wanted to deal with Julia and Francis later.
She opened the security camera, scrolling back a whole week to see the day that the police had said the murderer had visited. They were right, she watched the entire day and couldn’t find anything strange about it. She revealed every detail, looking at the movements of every single person as she did. There were only a couple of people there that day: Peter, Leslie, Elizabeth, Fred- another lawyer at the firm, his own secretary- Meredith, and their usual delivery driver. She doubted any of them would suddenly have the need to kill Leslie out of the blue.
She decided her own biased opinions were clouding her sleuthing skills, and she decided to consider every single person as a potential suspect. Fred was gone most of the day, and therefore wouldn’t be able to do anything. Meredith, his secretary, was on her phone the whole time, and joked with Leslie a few times by the water fountain. Mia sighed, she was getting a little frustrated from all of this. If the police couldn’t figure anything out, how could she? She had a goddamn doctorate in biology for goodness sakes.
She then focused on the last person, the delivery man. He had seemed familiar to her, but mostly because she had seen him a few times through the years, though she had never really paid attention to him. This time though, he had more of a sense of familiarity, and she zoomed in on his hat, trying to see if she could see his features more clearly. She felt her heart stop when she realized who she was looking at.
Was that Oliver?!
No, it couldn’t be. Her mind was playing tricks on her. She zoomed in more closely, and couldn’t believe it. It was actually him. She would notice those shoulders and nose from a mile away, how could she be this stupid and blind this whole time? She knew every single part of his body, and didn’t even see the resemblance until now. He waved hello to Peter and Elizabeth when he walked in, and then set the parcels down next to the front counter. He smiled at Elizabeth and asked her something, and then she blushed and pointed towards the washroom. He grinned at her, and then walked to the bathroom, stopping on the way to talk to Leslie.
Leslie wasn’t at her table though, and he pushed against her mug, dropping it ‘by accident’. He looked around as it fell onto the carpet, it had landed softly and not made a sound. He moved to pick it up for her, but Mia noticed him slip it into the front of his shirt. He moved awkwardly to the bathroom, and when he came out a few minutes later, the small bulge in his shirt was completely gone. He had taken Leslie’s mug for her fingerprint so he could get into her door at night the next evening.
Mia shook in her chair, she felt like she was being watched. She felt like her world was crashing down around her. Oliver was the killer.
She sat alone at the office, her scientific mind overriding all of her emotions. She was sure Oliver was the guy that worked as a delivery man for his husband all these years, that means Oliver had somehow known about the Sutton family for years now, and was plotting some kind of murder this whole time. Why did he fuck Mia? Why did he seduce her? What was his goal this entire time? Why did he kill Leslie?
It was obvious now why he didn’t want her to go to the office, he knew she would figure it out when she saw the video. Why were the police stupid enough to believe Peter when he said he knew everyone there that day? He clearly wasn’t familiar enough with Oliver to know whether or not he would want to plot some kind of weird murder mission.
Mia gasped when she realized- Oliver knew exactly where she was, and knew that she would be figuring everything out. How long had she been sitting here by herself? How many goddamn hours?
She shakily reached for her cell phone, calling 911 while quivering. She explained the situation in as few words as possible, telling them to come urgently as she didn’t feel safe to go anywhere else. Did Peter give the delivery company access to the building without getting the okay by Elizabeth?
She wasn’t able to sit still any longer. She got up and walked to the entrance, looking out to see if she could see a friendly face arrive. Maybe Josephine’s ex would be the one to receive her. He doubted her, but he was her best bet.
When she reached the front entrance, she stopped in her tracks. Oliver was standing on the other side of the glass wall. DId he always look this ominous?
“Hello, Mia.” He said, his voice slightly colder than normal.
“Hi, what are you doing here?” She pretended.
“I was worried about you coming to the office alone.”
“Were you actually afraid of what I would figure out?”
He hesitated. “And what did you figure out by chance?”
“How long have you been working for my husband?” She asked. She moved her hand against the glass wall, tears threatening to come out of her.
“A few years now. It had begun as a contracting job to help fix up the place with my company, and then I saw you, and… it all fell apart for me. I got a job with the delivery company I knew delivered to his office just so I could see you the few times you came to see him.” He replied steadily, the truth coming out.
“And what was your goal this whole time?”
“You’ve never noticed me every time I spoke to you. This beautiful hard to reach woman that I have desired so desperately. I needed to get to you no matter what. I devised a plan.”
She didn’t speak, willing him to continue.
“First, I would be everything you hoped for. A man that loved you and treasured you far more than your husband did. I worked out for months, getting the perfect body to seduce you properly. On the night you went out with Josephine, I had been delivering mail that day and heard your husband tell Leslie where you were going. I paid a lot of money to be able to get into the club, and it was difficult as a single man, quite a hefty sum.
When I saw you there, with your dress and your smile. I knew I had to have you. I watched you the whole time, and when you were alone, I made my move. It seemed my months of working out and studying you worked beautifully. I knew exactly how to move and talk to make you love me and crave me.
When I finally had you, I felt even more obsessed. I was never going to let you go, and never going to let anyone hurt you. When you told me about Leslie, it broke my heart into pieces. I had to hurt her. That began the next part of my plan. I followed her home and studied her combination, and then realized I needed her finger print- that would be easy, I went to where she worked almost every day. You saw the rest on the footage.”
“Oliver… I can’t believe--”
“Believe it. You’re worth all of this.”
“You’re a fucking psychopath.” She spat out.
“I hope you still want to be with me, understand I did all this to protect you.”
“Oliver…” She shook her head. “I already called the cops. I want nothing to do with you.” He gasped, his eyes widening.
It was perfect timing. Josephine’s ex-husband arrived with a co-worker, both holding their gun out against him. “You’re Oliver? Mia explained everything. Put your hands up, now. Drop your weapons.”
Oliver looked at her with the most betrayed expression he could possibly muster, and held his hands up, his fingers shaking as he did. “Mia… I love you.”
Tears streamed down her eyes. “Please, take him away.”
Mia Sutton watched as they cuffed him, dragging him away and telling her they’d come back for her as soon as possible.
She had realized one very important thing that moment. She had given up her husband and daughter for a man she met last week, thinking he would be in her life forever and take care of her like he promised. Now, she stood in a dark office all along, realizing that she had lost every single thing and person that had ever mattered to her.
And it was all her fault.