The Housewife and the Hitman

Chapter Five- Nothing Good Happens After 3AM

Gemma had grown rather good and acting as though she was sleeping before sneaking away as she had done so a million times with Shane. But she wasn’t aware of Conner’s sleep patterns or if he was simply mimicking the slight snore that became clear in a supposed slumber-making her cautious before sliding from the sheets that were loose upon the bed while studying her surroundings. Her eyes scanned Conner, not even allowing a blink to give him a chance to give away a faux slumber while she made her way towards the door of the hotel room. Her fingers slid carefully upon the silver of the chain that kept the door securely closed as she moved at a tortoise pace to not awaken Conner. It seemed to work rather well as she was able to drop the chain against the wooden panel of the door without so much as a notable exhale from Conner. Feeling as though she could truly make it out without being seen, she then set her fingers to the small lock connected to the door handle via a large silver box but just as the door came open, it shut and was relocked. Her heart sank as she had believed to have possibly sealed her own fate now, there would only be so much that she would be able to get away with before he would see her as more of a liability. However, the presence of his physique enticed her as he pinned her somehow against the door without even touching her-and without making her want to break away. 

Perhaps it was the dominating exterior she had been used to for the last decade laced with a kinder touch that had attracted her-or even the way he seemed to need her in something other than a job-as if he had fallen for her and simply couldn’t let her go. Either thought was warming to her before she could feel his fingers climb from her cheek, down to her neck-but simply tracing, applying little to no pressure. Although darkness swallowed them up, their eyes had adjusted to this atmosphere, allowing them to note every single action taken by the other person. 

“You make it incredibly difficult to keep my patience…” He spoke, his voice somehow managing to sound even sexier than ever before as it had been present with a slight raspiness. “I never believed in raising a hand to a woman...but women like you deserve a little discipline…” He spoke, his eyes having narrowed and focused upon her lips. 

“It’s nothing I haven’t endured before…” She spoke equally confident with her own words as he scoffed until releasing the connection of her neck before sliding his touch down her chest. She had been wearing nothing more than a pair of shorts that came up quite tightly around her waist-shaping her butt to leave nothing to the imagination, and a tank top that showed enough side boob to have to be censored on any program on television. 

“I would never hit you...I would never force myself upon you...but I DO think you need to learn patience...you need to learn to trust me.”

“You showed up at my house trying to kill my husband...Trust isn’t the first thing that comes to mind…” Suddenly, her body was forced up against the door, her palms landing flat on its cold surface before his body pressed up against hers. 

“If I wanted him dead, he would be...I saw something more beneficial in you...So stop trying to run…” He spoke, his hand having moved past her breast, down her stomach, and to the hem of the shorts set around her voluptuous waist. She was able to feel the erection present in his boxers, as he fell asleep in only those, before her center began to be rubbed by his elongated and perfectly sized fingers that moved against her. “I am going to teach you to respect me...and to do as I say…” His words left in a breathy tone in her ear before he brought his fingers up to his lips, dampening them with his own spit before sliding them into her shorts and past her pubic bone until meeting her center. She groaned upon feeling his touch, finding him to move directly into her without delay, allowing her to feel the pleasure his touch allowed while whining against the door. 

“Things could always be this way, Gemma…” He spoke within her ear before he began to slowly increase the speed of his fingers-having made her begin to moan as he came upon her g-spot and made her wrap her own arm behind her until it pulled at his hair. His long sandy blonde hair that remained curled and messy from having been sleeping had been set in her touch, her nails taking dominance in the golden extent of his hair as she fought the desperate desire to scream out. Knowing she was coming closer and closer to her climax, he began to speak dirty within her ear-wanting her to become as close to her orgasm as possible before he would tease her. 

“You are a devil for having decided to sleep in attire like this…” He spoke, his words having sounded as if they belonged in an 1800s novel as they allowed her to feel desired. “God, you’re breasts are so full…’ He spoke, his left hand sliding up her body, beneath her shirt, under her bra, and onto her bare flesh. Although it had only been by touch, he knew exactly how hard to knead her, how deep to push into her, and how much to tease her n*****s before withdrawing his hand. “Your skin is creamy...begging to be satisfied…” He commented, his lips moving to her neck, kissing the skin exposed from her having rested her head back against him from feeling the desire of his own lust collide with hers. She bit her bottom lip in desire, finding it nearly impossible to remain quiet as his two fingers that entered her earlier had now withdrawn from her body. Before he turned her, he set his hand straight and extended his touch to her butt, raising his hand before swiping it across her rear. She let out a surprised gasp before being turned and shoved up against the door. 

“Why did you stop?” She asked, out of breath as he smirked. 

“Because you are going to learn that I control the situation...not you.” He informed before pulling back from her and moving into the bathroom to wash his hands. She remained at the door for a minute while trying to compose herself, having watched him from her peripheral vision-half tempted to throw herself up on the counter of the bathroom sink and pull him into her and finish the desire he accumulated within her. She hated being demanded in such a way that she was denied satisfaction-especially after experiencing pleasure that Shane always kept for himself. 

“You should get some sleep…” She heard him advise her as he exited from the bathroom and into the room they shared, finding her sitting on the edge of the bed. As he moved towards her, she jumped up-seemingly afraid of him, as if having had amnesia up to this point and suddenly finding him to be a stranger. The circumstances were odd as he looked to her with an expression that shared this emotion. 

“What is it?”

“I never told you my kids’ names…”

“What?” he asked, his tone having been rather humorous as if on the cusp of a laugh before she clenched her jaw before repeating her statement. “Before...you told me the names of my kids and I never told you…” She began to shake upon coming to this realization as he let out a sigh and crossed his arms upon his chest, making his muscles accentuate in this stance. Even though they seemed to nearly tear open his shirt, there would be no amount of s****l pull or lustful desire that would distract her from gaining the answer to this desperate and potentially dangerous question. 

“I didn’t know it would be you…” He confessed. “I was supposed to make it quick and easy...but you were a complication.”

She glared. “You were going to kill me?” He paused to her words, but even his silence had acted as a response as she understood without a single muttered word that he had lied to her. 

“Gemma Campbell, maiden name Morelle, two stints in prison for theft, out on probation 2012. Notes by psychiatrist; manipulation to gain the ‘finer things in life’.” He spoke to her as she looked to him in disbelief. “When you were unconscious from slipping in your own bathroom, I looked you up...I know everything there is to know about you, Gemma. Enough to know that you tried to runaway from a twisted upbringing you had no control over and you would do anything to protect your children. But I also have my own things to protect and so I can’t simply turn around and walk away or allow you to do the same. By knowing what I know, I am able to find you if you ever manage to get away, I would be able to locate you as I am aware of every single person you associate with from Paulette from the church to Tabitha that you were with that night at the bar.”

“What do you want from me?”

“It’s better if I explain it this way…” He paused for a moment. “I am a...jack of all trades, I suppose you could say. I have clients that need certain jobs and I need to acquire certain things for them. Considering your past expertise I thought we could both help each other…”

“How would that help me?” She asked.

“I would share the money with you...you get to get away from your asshole husband until you can save up enough to be on your own-Because although you won’t want to admit it, you are more afraid of him than anything or anyone else…” He paused. “But you are someone who can handle a man like him...You deserve better, and I deserve my payday.” He finished as she let out a deep exhale before rematching his gaze. 

“So you need me to play a role so you are less suspicious?”

He nodded. “Very bright...I knew you would catch on.” Just as those words were spoken, Conner’s gaze fixated upon the door set in the center far wall as the sound of a keycard having been set to gain access had alerted them both. Conner managed to hide Gemma in the armoire in the next room and lay down as if pretending to sleep as yet another man who was covered in dark clothing entered the room. Conner waited for the right moment to execute the fight, planning what angles the body would project to and what would be the most vital way to incapacitate him the fastest. However, the man had been more skilled than Conner anticipated which led to him having been given a run for his money. The man somehow managed to obtain the telephone chord as Conner had regained his breath from being hit in the chest and wrapped it around his neck, tight enough to immediately cut of his airway. The fight led into the further bedroom where the armoire had been positioned-allowing Gemma to witness her potential escape. 

She froze in this moment as she knew how easily she could return to her life and leaving whatever this would be, behind. Of course, the decision to stay or go would each have its own set of consequences, she saw this as being her only chance to escape and return to her children-but it would also mean having a dead man on her conscience.