Caught up

I had just finished getting settled in our new penthouse when I heard you come in. I felt your energy linger closer and closer to me as I stood on the new balcony, overlooking the beach just below us. 

“You’re home early,” I said as his hands wrapped around my waist. 

“Yes, Gorgeous. I just had some business to finish up back home.” A smile grew on my face as I rest my head against his shoulders. I felt his lower body harden against me as one of his hands left my waist.

“Is that so?”  I teasingly press my hip against his.

“Mhm,” His voice is low and I feel his breath on my neck. “You know that’s a gun right, sweetheart?” 

Without giving me a second to process the words that came out of his mouth, I felt a hot piercing blow in my spine and my legs instantly dropped to the ground below. 

“You thought I wasn’t going to find out you were sleeping with my boss?” I look up at him, with pure hatred in my eyes, as he points the gun at my forehead.

“No, I thought you were too busy to care, asshole.” He rolls his eyes and slides the gun into his back pocket before grabbing my lifeless legs. He begins to pull me back into the penthouse. I try to fight, but I just accepted my fate. I knew I should’ve went for the receptionist at his job.