The Housewife and the Hitman

Chapter One- A Road to Fate

“I can’t believe you talked me into this…” a woman with unparalleled beauty spoke while bringing the edge of a martini glass against her ruby stained lips. Unaware of the set of eyes cast in her direction, she felt misplaced in a sea of people that appeared more acclimated with the bar scene then she had been. This also showed in the nervous way she ran her finger on the rim of her glass while keeping her eyes on the bar and her companion-who was pushing her self esteem while noticing her having been quiet. Having ordered her second drink, the woman began to feel the liquor act as an encouragement, but still not enough to break the vow set on her left hand. Her gaze fixated on the small diamond that had graced her ring finger for the last decade and how it now felt heavy instead of honorary. The very thought of how much had changed in the last ten years brought tears to her eyes as she tried to hide them by taking a drink-hence bringing her to a third glass. 

“Don’t look now but there is a hot tamale looking at ya…” Her friend, who wore a tight black dress cut out to expose her decolletage and impossibly toned body for having mothered four children. “Gemma!” her companion scolded her as the curious young adult had drifted her eyes around the bar until landing on a man who was outlandishly handsome and looking back towards her. Immediately, she scanned what she could notice from the waist up and how he held a set of dark blonde locks that were borderline brown and appeared well treated and perfectly arranged to be manageable. His slightly narrowed light green gaze had focused solely upon her, although she noticed other females more in his caliber to have him locked in their sights. Due to that, she nervously moved a hair behind her ear before catching him lifting his glass, of what appeared to be scotch or whiskey, towards her. 

“I will never speak to you again if you don’t go talk to him right this instant.” Gemma’s feisty confidant pushed her as she was then served a glare of her own. 

“I can’t just go up and start a conversation with him...Tabby…” The girl in which she spoke to placed her hands firm on her hips and glared to her friend. 

“You deserve this, Gemma. I don’t know anybody else in the world who does...so go get him before I become your competition…” Although her words came from a good place and her motivation was infectious, Gemma was unsure as the sight of the wedding band set on her finger was enough to deter her. “That’s it…” Tabby spoke while bringing her hand to view and forcing the ring from its place before setting it on her thumb as her small fingers held onto just perfectly. “Now, you have no excuses...just think of all the times he has pissed you off…” Tabby spoke with words that had been the final burst of confidence Gemma needed before she moved over to the man at the bar. 

Having now approached him closer, she became drawn in by his strong hygienic scent and the way he stood to greet her-having towered over her enough to where the top of her head just went to the height of his shoulders. 

“Can I buy you a drink?” He asked as she nodded, feeling hypnotized by his voice and how it was perfectly confident without being too arrogant and kind without being nervous. He ordered her yet another martini, but as she took a place on the bar stool beside him, it would remain untouched as their conversation kept her mouth busy in other things. While she spoke, Gemma noticed that the man looked at her lips, seemingly focusing on them. Knowing that the bar scene moved fast, she worried that perhaps this man was already prepared to bring someone home-and for some reason, that thought had damaged her thought of him. However, as his eyes lingered once more, he then moved to retrieve a napkin from the bar, dabbed it in a glass of water, and wiped a portion of her lipstick that had become smudged while drinking. Having assumed the worst of him, she blushed before then falling back into pleasant conversation. 

Of the time they spent sitting at the bar, Gemma learned the man’s name was Conner and that he worked in the auto industry-repairing and manufacturing specific and custom parts. Although cars had never interested her, the way he had spoken of them had made her that much more fascinated as he spoke with a true storyteller’s gift. Before she knew it, she had been incredibly comfortable with him, even slouching and leaning her palm upon her head while looking to him and making jokes while giggling at the ones he had thrown back at her. For all of the guys who had come up to Gemma and Tabby during their time first arriving, she was relieved to have found a sound guy-as the others were too forward, too into themselves, or lacking in the cleanliness department. Conner had been a breath of fresh air to her as he had kept his gaze fully onto her, not allowing any other women to gain his attention. Even as she spoke about past heartbreaks and her fear of snakes, he was immersed with every word she had spoken. 

Just as she had been taken with him, he had been so with her. It was rare to find a woman of her class at an establishment such as this-and he felt as though she was a rare insect he had to charm to come to him willingly. But Conner was a master with words and knew just how to get under a woman’s skin to be able to make her leave wanting more. 

Eventually, as the bar began to clear out, Tabby even calling it a night after feeling her decision to push her friend was successful, Conner began to move closer to Gemma. His hand moved upon hers, tracing the top of her hand before meeting with her gaze that showed admiration towards his own. 

“How is it a woman like you hasn’t been snatched up yet?” He asked upon bringing his own drink to his lips while watching her turn pale and suddenly resend into her sheepish originality. “Have I said something to upset you?”

“No!” She spoke quickly, her eyes remaining to the bar in front of her before he released her hand, making her feel as though she had screwed up a relationship before even having a chance to allow one to form. “It’s just difficult to talk about…” His eyes focused on her, as if every word she spoke gave him oxygen in some way as he dedicated his entire attention onto her. 

“I’m sorry...I know it must be odd telling a complete stranger-”

She nodded but then shrugged. “I mean...you aren’t a complete stranger…” She spoke with a nervous smile, emphasizing the world “complete” be more humorous than intended. He gave her a smirk as she noticed the perfect way his cheeks curved to reveal dimples hidden beneath his manly scruff. 

“I want to tell you something...but I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable…” He spoke, faux nervousness behind his eyes as if knowing what she would answer, but speaking the warning anyway to appear more charming. She nodded, curious and anxious to know what it would be before he gave a single blink before refocusing on her. “You are the most beautiful woman that I have ever seen…” Her cheeks became immediately scorched with a blush as she nervously looked to the ground before finding his hand to fall upon her face. The feeling of his calloused fingers on her soft skin had been the perfect combination similar to that of sweet and sour or salty and sweet-and she felt as though she lived for it. Her eyes fluttered momentarily before his words drew her eyes back open in full. 

“You don’t get told that often...do you?” He asked, the truth of this having ached in his heart and bled through upon his expression before she shrugged. “You’re the type of woman who deserves to be cherished…” He paused for a moment, his hand dropping below the bar and falling to her knee that was exposed by the slit of her dress. He was able to see the stocking connecting to her waist via garter belt by this position as well as his brow shot up in approval. As she went to move it, he took hold of her hand-startling her. 

“You shouldn’t cover up…” Her eyes magnetized to him as she had never been spoken to in such a way before. “You are a beautiful woman…” His eyes trailed down her physique, outlining every ounce of her body before sliding his hand further and further up her thigh. While his fingers traced the edge of her stocking, she jumped up in response and excused herself before moving into the bathroom. Setting her purse upon the sink, she looked in her reflection, feeling nauseated by the woman looking back at her. The thought of being unfaithful before was horrifying to her, for many reasons, but none more than the wrath of her husband when she would return smelling of another man. But she was convinced by Tabby that she deserved a night to herself, a night of unprecedented passion with no strings attached. Even if that would be the case for other women, or even Tabby, Gemma felt as though she couldn’t allow herself to do that…

But then the door opened behind her and Connor stood with bedroom eyes focused upon her. Able to eye him through the reflection of the mirror, her gaze had followed him until he locked the door and began moving slowly towards her. His eyes had now analyzed her from behind, appreciating every curve of her body and the thin frame she hid beneath the fabric of the dress. 

“Has anyone made love to you or do they just have s*x with you?” His abrupt and inappropriate question made her turn to face him as her eyes spread wide in surprise and her lips parted as if going to speak, but unable to do so as words didn’t form despite her attempt. 

“That’s why you flinched away...that’s why you don’t think you’re beautiful…that’s why you ran away…”

“I...I…” Her stutter made it difficult to speak, as she found his presence to be obnoxiously sensual before her, done in such a way to where she wouldn’t be able to push him away if he continued to close the distance shared between them. “I can’t do this…” She finally murmured before seeing him stop. 

“I know you aren’t the type of girl to come to a bar and hook up with some random guy who talks pretty in your ear and says you’re beautiful.” She nodded before watching him progress towards her, now standing to where their chests could have touched if one would exhale deep enough. “But you are also the type of girl who deserves to have her toes curl as her body reaches an orgasm only brought out by repressed s****l feelings.” Although she felt odd with the sound of his words, she couldn’t deny the way they made her feel feverish and even dampen. “You deserve satisfaction…” His fingers somehow managed to move to her waist, only recognized by her when they began to drift up her sides and to her face. “You deserve what only I can give you.” He spoke, pressing his hands deep enough into her body to control her before turning her to face herself in the mirror. 

“Look at how stunning you are…” She looked away in a blush before having him gently bring his hand around to her chin and force her to look up. “Look how enticing…” He paused, allowing her to see what he managed to through his own gaze before tracing his touch upon her jaw, setting her head to the right as he brushed the hair from her left shoulder. With her neck exposed, he set his lips upon her skin, but kissing-simply teasing her skin with his breath. “But I am also not one to take a vulnerable woman…” He then pulled back, leaving her dripping with desire while she watched him begin to move towards the door. 

“I’m not vulnerable…” She corrected him as his fingers played with the latches upon the door. 

“You’re shaking.”

She remained quiet, knowing the only reason she was trembling had been due to the fact she couldn’t control the way he made her feel-the way he made her want to shake and groan without even touching between her thighs. 

“Because…” Her mouth spoke before she had a chance to stop it, but spoke just enough to allow him to become intrigued on the word spoken. 

“Because?”

“I want this…” She eventually murmured upon worrying that he would disappear and leave her unsatisfied. A smile moved across his face as he relocked the door and moved to her, pinning her against the sink and pressing his lips upon hers. The feverish desire of his kiss resignated throughout her entire body as she had never felt passion quite like this before. They both became lost in the thought that they were in a public place, even if concealed behind a door, and her fingers moved to the buckle of his jeans before he stopped her. 

“Not so fast…” He spoke, retreating out of breath, before looking to her with desire. “Open your mouth.” He ordered, her lips parting before she could fight it. She half expected to be forced to pleasure him, but instead, found him to go a different direction. “Suck.” He spoke the innocent word that somehow read across so dirty, but yet, she complied. When his fingers were present with her saliva, he lifted up her dress and set his fingers along her thighs, brushing past her pubic skin, until reaching her s*x. Her lips parted gently as her breathing became rushed. 

“If you want me to stop-”

“No…” She whined before finding him to move his fingers within her, until his knuckles leaned against the bridge of her entrance. He touched her in perfect circles, testing her interior for the most delicate and responsive area, coming upon it in only seconds. She lunged forward, gripping onto his arms as his one free hand caught her. 

“You okay?” He chuckled as she nodded. “Are you going to...make love to me?” She asked, in reference to his words spoken earlier. 

“Do you want me to?”

She nodded, faster than anticipated, before finding him to move to his belt and pull it from its restraints until it fell to his feet along with the fabric of his jeans. She was turned to face the mirror once more, unable to see his erection before watching him remove a condom and discard the packaging into the sink in front of her. He moved his fingers back into her once more, opening her up for him until then setting his hand beneath her leg, forcing one knee to rest on the sink as the other remained straight. Having only ever felt two alternative s****l poses, she was unaware another could feel this way, and so she struggled to keep her composure while feeling him penetrate her. Eventually, her hand shot out in the wall in front of her as she was forced forward by the power of his waist, until he held her back to where she could remain in a primary placement and enjoy the moment. Her hands then wrapped behind him, wrestling through his hair, until they were forced back upon the mirror. 

“Look at yourself…” He spoke between thrusts, his breath hot upon her ear. “Look at how good you feel…”

“Ah……” She whined upon feeling him bring his fingers back to her s*x, focusing on her bud instead of where he was inserted. While thrusting, he continued to apply circular motions onto her, as she watched this erotic scene in the mirror. “I want to make you come…” He spoke, making her bit hard into her bottom lip before suddenly feeling hip stop. 

“What’s wrong?” She asked, out of breath before he turned her to face him. 

“I want to watch you.” He informed her before reinserting himself, making her gasp, while bringing her to the precipice of her orgasm once more. Her toes began to curl as he spoke of before, just as he wrapped his arm around her back to keep her in place as he bobbed her up and down against the porcelain nature of the sink, bringing them both to their climax.  

He delivered a final set of thrusts into her, ensuring they both found their release before parting from her, making her gasp while he clothed and disposed of the prophylactic. “Wow…” He spoke upon pulling his belt back through the buckle and allowing the two prongs into their designated holes. She smiled before finding him to pull her in for a passionate kiss, setting her against the sink once more. Although she had just been satisfied by him, she could feel herself desire it again-but his words defeated any hope she had for an encore. 

“See you around.” He spoke with a mischievous smirk before disappearing from the bathroom and leaving her legs like Jell-O. When she could finally exit the bathroom on her own, Conner had disappeared and she exited into a nearly empty bar with only the custodial crew set behind the bar. As if taking the walk of shame, she quickly returned to her car and rode back home as the son was peaking its way over the Tennessee hills. She arrived to her residence to see the lights still kept dark throughout the home, allowing her a breath of relief in knowing nobody had been up waiting for her. This made it possible for her to sneak into her shower and enjoy the feeling of its hot release while feeling as if the droplets were Conner’s fingers still present on her skin. She could still feel her leg upon that sink and his erection buried deep inside of her, making her fall into a daydream until hearing an odd noise nearby. 

Keeping the shower running and stepping out in only a towel, she quickly tried to her feet so she wouldn’t slip, before disappearing into the hallway and towards the origin of the sound. She managed to make it half way down the steps before seeing someone dressed in dark clothing making their way through the front door. As she ran quickly back up, she was chased after by the figure until making it back into the bathroom. He caught sight of her feet racing back up the steps and heard her move rapidly into the direction of the washroom. However, she was not faster than the man and was forced against the wall of the bathroom, set behind the door, and his hand forced upon her mouth to keep her quiet. She thought of all of the times Tabby guilted her into ditching those self-defense classes and how much she regretted it in this moment. As odd as it may seem, she didn’t think of her children or her husband, she thought of all of the things she never got to do. But as her life or the life she wanted, having flashed before her eyes, she saw an opportunity to escape, but a small set of droplets set by her having exited the shower caused for her to slip and hit her head. With a blurry gaze, she saw the figure to be familiar...but the gender and features having been altered from her cranial injury. 

She could tell just before losing consciousness that the figure had been Conner, but grew unable to question him as her eyes came to a close and she succumbed to the darkness of her injury.