She wondered where he was, probably drowning his sorrows, in a bar again. She stood up and went over to the closet under the stairs and opened the door. She looked down and saw Sophie’s white, but now blackening, foot under the edge of a coat. She pulled the coat down to cover her. Good, he hadn’t found her yet. That was going to be a bit of a surprise for him. She still wasn’t sure if she should dump the body, but she hadn’t a clue what to do with it, or where to hide it. It wasn’t as though she could go in her local phone directory, and ask someone to come and collect a corpse. Not a murdered one, anyway. Nor did they have numbers for the Necrophilia Society, if there was one. Besides, with it hidden away in Julian’s cupboard, it wasn’t her problem. It wasn’t her house, not yet anyway. She didn’t need to explain anything. He would be the one that would have to explain it, and then she would whisk in and rescue him again, to be there for him, in his grief, at losing another woman. ‘Poor Julian’ she thought. ‘He really does need me.’
Devia was going to be the one woman he wouldn’t lose. She would prove to him that she would stick by him through thick and thin. She would out last all the women. The others’ would come and go, but he would finally see her for the beauty she was. She just had to make sure he saw her.
She went back into the bedroom and went through some drawers, for some reason, he had emptied the wardrobe of Crystal’s things, but not the drawers. Crystal’s lingerie was still in her drawers, all neatly folded, as though she were going to return to put it on again. She snorted. ‘Fat chance.’ She pulled out some of her panties and held them up. They were very nice, expensive too. She pulled hers off and put them on the table and then tried on Crystal’s. They almost fitted her, just a size smaller than she now was, and so they pulled slightly. She took them off, rolled them up and put them in her pocket. She took another pair of Crystal’s underwear, a slightly smaller pair, rolled them up and put them inside her pussy. She loved the feel of silk inside her vagina. It made her feel kinky. Even more so, that they had belonged to his dead wife. She wriggled about a bit, enjoying the smooth sensation inside herself. She watched herself in the mirror, her face getting more and more flushed. She imagined Julian standing behind her. Holding on to her hips, rutting her, hard, from behind. She would look at him, lust in her eyes, and push back onto him. They would watch themselves having sex here. He would look at her ‘in that way,’ the way he had when he had been with Sophie that time, but now he would be looking at her instead. She almost fainted with the thought, but regained her composure and started rifling through the drawers again. She took out a pair of stockings and tried them on, then she found a sexy corset. Within minutes, she was out of her own clothes and squeezing into the black satin corset. She stood there, naked except for the corset, her breasts spilling over the top of the cups. She was much bigger breasted than Crystal had been. She looked at herself in the mirror and turned this way and that.
“I think it looks great, what do you think?” She said to herself in the mirror, her eyes sparkling and her tongue flicking provocatively.
“I think you should get out of my fucking bedroom, get out of my wife’s clothes, and get the fuck out of my house.”
Devia jolted in shock. She hadn’t even realised he was back, let alone heard him come in. She looked at him and went as white as a sheet.
“It’s not what you think.” She felt stupid and yet turned on, she was naked in front of him, in his dead wife’s sex wear, and he was there, looking at her, an angry glint in his eye; a look that almost made her climax on the spot. He was finally seeing her. Her in all her sexy glory.
She walked backwards as seductively as she could and lay on the bed, the red silk panties protruding from her pussy as she brought u p her knees, and splayed her legs.
“I did this for you. You need a woman, you need me.” He ignored her.
“Get out of my house.” He moved forward at lightening speed and grabbed her arm, and pulled her to her feet. He ran her through the house, naked, and threw her out of the front door. “Keep my wife’s corset, if you want it that badly, but don’t you ever set foot in my house again. Or I will kill you.” He shouted as he slammed the door and then, moments later, he returned and threw her handbag at her, and her clothes. He shut the door on her and locked it. Turned off the lights, and went back to the bedroom.
Devia turned around, his car wasn’t in the drive, no wonder she hadn’t heard him come back.
She was confused. She had been there, naked, wanting, and willing, perverse even, and he had still thrown her out. Why didn’t he want her? What more did she have to do for him to love her the way she knew he wanted to? The way she loved him? Maybe, he had just been surprised, by her being there? Maybe, he was being a gentleman? She would have to try again tomorrow.
She dressed on the doorstep and went to sit in her car. She wondered where his car was.
Chapter Twenty - Julian
Julian went back into his bedroom and started to put the rest of Crystal’s things into black trash bags. Devia had been caught in the act. He didn’t know what she was doing there and he didn’t care. All he knew was, that first thing in the morning he was going to change all the locks to the house. He didn’t know how long she had been snooping around his house. He didn’t know why either, but what she had tried to do this evening was laughable. She was seriously fucked up. She was sick in the head. She had taken being a stalker to a whole new level. His first instincts about her when he met her in the car park had been correct. She had made him feel uneasy then, and her insistence that he take her home, had bordered on crazy. He was glad he had kept a distance from her and had never invited her willingly into his life.
He got undressed, showered and then got into bed, naked, the bed sheet pulled up against him. He thought about the last two days. He had had Crystal in his life for almost twenty years. And then no one, until he met Sophie. And as close as he did feel their connection was , she had gone. To then meet Venia. She was a powerhouse, a sexy, confident lady. She knew what she wanted, he could feel that, but he wasn’t sure it was him. He thought it was just any man. He just happened to be in the right place, at the right time. He smiled, to think that a car crash would get him laid. He should go round and kiss that timid woman he had shouted at.
As much as he had enjoyed Venia, the wild raunchy sex, he missed the simple ease of Crystal. She was the woman he really knew, and still wanted. There had been no games with her. She was like an extension of himself. He didn’t have to second-guess her moods or her words. She fit him like a glove. Whereas Sophie had lied to him, played him for a right sucker, and he had leapt right into her trap. He let it go, because how could he have known? And now he had met Venia, even though he wasn’t sure what would happen there. She had wanted him to stay the night, but after the Jacuzzi he had dressed and left. He had winked at her as he got into the cab. She had offered to drive him home, but they had been drinking and so he had advised her to stay at home.
He turned over and hugged the pillow to him, pretending it was his wife.
“Goodnight Crystal, my love.” He whispered before he slept.
In the night his phone rang, and he turned over to pick it up. It was about three thirty am. He groaned. ‘This had better be an emergency,’ he thought, as he answered.
“Juju,” Julian sat bolt upright. He had to be dreaming. It was Crystal on the phone.
“Crystal?”
“Yes honey.” It couldn’t be. She was dead, wasn’t she? “I wanted to speak with you honey.”
“Yeah?” He didn’t know what to say, what to think.
“I want you to be with my best friend…” She whispered.
“What?”
“I want you to be happy. I want you to be with Devia.”
“No. Dead or alive. You don’t tell me what to do. If I am with anyone, it will be you, Crystal.”
“I will possess her. Take Devia.”
“What?”
“Take Devia.” She whispered, “take De
via.” The phone clicked as the call ended.
He pinched himself to check he wasn’t asleep, but then thought, even in a dream, he could pinch himself and he still wouldn’t be sure. He checked his caller id on his cell phone and unfortunately, it said C aller R estricted . He got up and went to the bathroom and splashed his face with cold water. That felt real enough. He was awake.
Things like that , ghosts making phone calls. They didn’t happen in real life. He looked at the steamed up mirror and waited for the writing to appear in the steam . , t hinking suddenly of all the horror movies he had seen over the years. No writing appeared. It didn’t. It had to be a hoax. A twisted hoax, maybe by that twisted Devia. As if, he would take Devia. Devia was one crazy broad; he had to admit it. What the fuck was the matter with her?
He went back to bed and slept soundly. His last thoughts about Venia, and the sexy evening they had just shared.
In the morning, he woke up, stretched, scratched his balls, swung his legs over the bed and got up to go shower. He stopped the moment he stood up. On the bed, next to him was Crystal’s red dress, lying next to him, as though she had been by his side. The one dress she always liked and wore for him. The one he always dreamt of her in, on those sexy nights she had visited him in his dreams. He was perplexed. He had thrown the dress away , or so he had thought . He had even taken it to the charity shop himself. He picked it up, and smelled the fabric. It had his wife’s perfume on. He felt as though he had been kicked in the stomach by a donkey. The air had completely left his body. He sat down and held the dress to him, wishing his wife were home with him, wishing that the kids would suddenly run into the room and jump on the bed as they always had. He regretted that he had even told them to stop doing it, because it annoyed him, now he would give anything for them to do it again. He wondered how long it took to get over someone. Was she haunting him? Had the call really been from her? He felt he was going mad. He didn’t believe in ghosts and the supernatural, but at the same time he couldn’t explain the dress on his bed, or the seemingly real, sexy dreams either.
What if Crystal’s spirit was now in Devia and he was denying her? Being with Devia could mean having his wife back in his life. What if it was Crystal and this was why she was trying so hard to be with him?
As he showered, he thought about Devia, and what would it be like to live with her and yet still be able to love his wife? He didn’t find Devia in the least bit sexy. She had been trying hard, but she still didn’t match up to his wife. She couldn’t. There was only one Crystal. It was as though she put effort into things, but just not enough, her efforts and attempts in anything and everything were purely self-serving, and lacked enthusiasm. She did things half-heartedly, and this was why he felt she would never be successful at anything. She was a loser, pure and simple. She had no career, but bounced from job to job, and relied on men to support her . W hereas Crystal had inspired him, encouraged him, made him a better man. Devia was trying to be a poor copy of Crystal, and it sickened him to the core.
His thoughts turned to Sophie, sweet Sophie. He didn’t fully understand why she had left, but he had to respect her wishes, and she was young, maybe too young. Moments later, his thoughts were all on Venia. Now, there was a woman. A woman that made his heart beat faster and his cock hard. He smiled as his cock jerked up, hard and erect at the first thought of her. There was the proof. It was time to put Crystal behind him, and start again. Not with Devia, as Devia wanted, but with Venia. Crystal was dead. He knew this and decided that it really was time to switch off his feelings and thoughts for her. As of today, Venia was going to be his woman, even if he had to chase her all over the world, club her over the head caveman style, and pull her back to his cave, by her hair. She was his.
He called Venia, despite not wanting to. He wanted to play it cool, he wanted to appear in charge and calm, but the reality was, he couldn’t wait to see her again. He didn’t want to play the teen games of waiting three days and then, perhaps calling. As far as he was concerned, that would be three days wasted. Three days of amazing company and possibly, great sex missed .
“Hello,” she purred seductively into the phone, more out of habit, than anything else.
“Hi, it’s Julian.”
“Hi Julian.”
He cleared his throat.
“I’m going sailing today. Would you like to join me?”
“Sounds good.” She rolled over in bed and faced the ceiling, her hand coming up to her nipple to stroke herself, absentmindedly as she spoke. He brought out all sorts of feelings in her. Feelings and emotions she hadn’t felt for a long time. He was also the most sexual man she had met in a very long time. H e made her feel fragile, desired and beautiful, all at the same time. In her line of work, she had forgotten what it was like to feel for a man, actually enjoy being with them, and not just as a sexual act. “What time would you like me ready?”
“Two hours? At the marina, do you know the Marina?”
She laughed a throaty laugh, which he didn’t understand why.
“Yes honey, I know the marina.”
“Ok. See you then.” He hung up, perplexed as to why she had laughed then, but he soon forgot about it. He was busy getting ready to take her sailing.
Preparing the boat, at the marina was a pleasure. He readied everything on board, setting up music and ensuring he went grocery shop ping to stock up . He had champagne on ice with glasses ready. He wanted everything to be perfect. He felt like he was a teen on his first date. He steadied his nerves and checked his appearance in the window of the yacht. In the distance, he saw Devia lurking. She quickly ducked out of the way, sensing he was looking that way. ‘Crazy bitch , ’ he thought. ‘She probably expected him to call her first thing about a date. Don’t hold your breath, lady.’
“Permission to come aboard , ” Venia’s throaty sex voice, snapped him out of his thoughts.
“Permission definitely granted , ” h e said holding out his hand to help her up the stairs from the dock to his boat.
She was wearing a white slash top t- shirt, with thick blue stripes, a pair of tight stretch, white jeans and a pair of white canvas boat shoes. Her hair was loose and flowing down her back and it snaked around her in the breeze. He almost stopped breathing for a second. He looked at her with admiration. Here was a sailor, as she knew exactly what to wear on board. She put her handbag down on the chair.
“Mind if I have a look around?”
“No, go ahead.” He said as she walked passed and appraised his yacht.
“Nice. I always liked the Hanse 575. Classy. How do you find her?”
“She’s good, I just wish she had bigger windows, so I can sit here and look out with my morning coffee.” He answered her somewhat surprised at her knowledge of boats.
“What’s the matter with the deck for that?”
“If you sail…you will know the weather isn’t always on your side.”
“True.”
“Do you sail?”
“Well, yes and no.”
“Meaning?”
“I have my own boat, but I don’t. Don’t sail, that is. My crew does, for me.”
“Oh.” He was taken back. The fact she mentioned she had a crew, meant her boat was bigger than his. He suddenly felt silly, thinking that he was going to impress her on his yacht. She had her own successful business, a big house on the hill, a convertible sports car, expensive clothes and jewellery, and now a yacht too. He wished he had done some background research on her.
“Don’t worry, I like your boat. Size doesn’t always count.” She came to him and wrapped her arms around him, and looked up to him mischievously. She hooked her nail into his belt. He felt an immediate erection from her simple attention . “But in your case…” She looked down to his hardening cock. “It does…” She bit her bottom lip and breathed in through her mouth. She was so hot and horny at that very moment and she wanted him, inside her, now.
“Mr Mansell, we appear to have a problem that needs taking car
e of immediately.”
He grunted in surprise as she dropped to her knees and looked up at him. Her mouth lingering by his jean buttons. He felt that if he were going to speak, his voice would sound like he was on helium. He couldn’t have her affecting him this way, and yet he wanted her to blow him, right there and then, but he had to regain control. Of himself and his manhood.
“Ms Colby.” He bent down, took her face in his hands and kissed her hard on the mouth. “If, you are a good girl, you may get to enjoy the delights of my body again, but only if I decide.”
She gasped. It was the first time a man had ever refused her and she wasn’t sure how to take it at first. She decided she liked it. It made him different from everyone else and that just made her want him more. She stood up, and looked coquettishly at him from under her lashes. A look that she could see affected him, badly. First game to him, but not set and match. Not yet. She felt a frisson of sexual desire course through her body, and she breathed heavily to hold onto her dignity.
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