Chapter 4 NIGHT OF MISSED OPPORTUNITY

She declined to pick up. It buzzed up to six times before she switched off her phone and dafted to sleep.

***

Ethan couldn't slumber. The reflection of what transpired at the bar appeared back to him.

When the sweet twenty ladies arrived. He discovered a man trailing in behind them. His gape was on Linda. He squatted far away from them after he accessed the club. He didn't merged with the men chattering. He sneered at Linda who wasn't conscious of him.

His face looked usual. He sure had encountered him someplace.

Before the ladies were ordering their drinks, he stood up and shuffled away. His action looked weird as if he didn't want her to catch sight of him.

Ethan attempted to justify where he had seen him. Then he recollected that he was in the picture with Linda.

He was alarmed. He might be Asher. He excused himself and departed through the path he took.

He had found him in the gent. He was wiping something with a napkin.

On felt somebody presence. He had hastily concealed it in his underside pocket.

He was in urgency to go out. But he peeped at the intruder, smirked and instantly dashed out without realizing that his rifle had slipped and dropped to the floor.

Ethan had grabbed the slipped rifle after he left and inspected it for a while before he hastily plopped it in his pocket.

As he stepped out, on the corridor, he had heard voices.

"Asher!" a female voice whom he recognized screamed in astonish.

'What was Linda doing here?' He marveled.

He had hid to observe what would ensue.

He had glanced as Asher when forcing himself to kiss her. He had also slapped her twice and whacked her in the stomach in such he caught blood billowed from her mouth.

He had simmered with outrage, had intended to dash at him and whacked the hell out of him but he cautioned himself.

He had rummaged for something to whack on his head. He couldn't shot him because he realized Linda will be traumatized. Her parents were shot in her presence. That was what they formulated for everyone to assume. He didn't preferred her to recall.

He found a shaft. He waddled toward him so he wouldn't presumed.

He whacked his head and he slumped down on the floor.

Ethan stooped on his bed. The reflection of Linda dazzled him. This was the perfect time to let her realize about his desire for her.

He picked up one of his several phones and dialed her number saved to his phone as 'MY HEART'. His private investigator had procure every details about her.

Even her house address, her friends, their names, their occupation, their craziness and their house addresses and the names of all her maids.

She wasn't picking her calls. He dialed her number for six consecutive times. It got on to voice mail.

He phoned her for the seventh time, it was switched off.

It dawned on him that she was awakened but she declined to pick up.

Maybe she was horrified because she thought it might be Asher.

Disappointedly, he switched off his phones and laid on the bed. Then he slept off.

***

Asher drove back to the slum he came from. He wasn't the boss. He was working for somebody, who was working for another person who preferred Linda to live a miserable life until she died.

It might be bizarre. But it was the truth. And it wasn't nobody but her parent!

They had rimmed their death. They made certain she was present.

Asher slammed his fist so hard against the table before him that his fist hurt.

"Shit!" he uttered profanity, his head hurts badly.

"That motherfucker will surely pay! " he raved as he groaned in pain.

He strolled to his side mirror and examined his head. Blood had molded a clot on his head.

We strolled to his bathroom and appeared back into his room with a bowl of clean water and a towel.

He dipped in the towel into the bowl of water and used it to clean the blood on his head.

Then the flashback of the guy who whacked his head with a shaft reflected back to him.

"His face looks familiar!" he mumbled.

Then he recollected.

"The prince!" his gaze swifted.

He harangued about, babbling non meaningful words.

"Hope some mysterious isn't developing on his head for my Linda?" he questioned himself in anger.

Jeff, his roommate and partners in crime walked in with a petite girl of twenty.

Jeff began to raff the girl with kisses, ignoring Asher.

Jeff took off his girlfriend's top ravening her boobs. She didn't wear bras.

At the sensation of her full b**bs, Asher's prank stood up.

He sauntered toward them. Jeff had one b**b in his mouth, sucking as Bibi moaned.

Asher couldn't tolerate the sensation anymore. The sensation to plopped into the lady devastated him. He headed down to Bibi's thighs and caressed them.

She moaned as some stimulus gripped her vein, then she parted her legs, giving Asher entry to glimpse on her big hole.

Asher pulled off her mini skirt.

Jeff bucked up and smiled at him.

Asher ignored him and Jeff proceeded with the sucking of her b**b.

Asher plopped his index fingers into her wet cunt. She moaned and jerked.

He withdrew his finger. He plopped two fingers. She moaned again.

He withdrew his fingers and add another one to it making it three fingers. He began to fucking her approximately.

Jeff headed over to her head. He released his pant's zip. He fled his begging dick as it stood up waiting for action.

He jerked it into her mouth. She opened her mouth ajar for his access.

He began to fucking her. While Asher devoured her cunts.

Liquid spilled down from underlying her. Asher whipped them.

He began eating, twirling and licking her beneath.

She jerked up and down with pleasures.

Asher shoved Jeff off. He surged over her. He plopped his prank into her wide but wet pus*y. She moaned.

Asher began riding her.

"Oh! It is too sweet!"

"F*ck me harder!"

"Jeff, I love you!"

"You are so sweet,"

"Oh! Harder... deeper... sweeter!" she moaned.

Jeff not comfortable with only Asher enjoying got back to her. He plopped his plank into her mouth.

He began fucking her careless about how she is wailing.

She attempted to discard Jeff's plank but he pinned her head steady. making her unable to shift.

Both of them were fucking her. Asher on her pus*y, Jeff on her mouth.

They both moaned loudly as they were basking her.

Asher heaved her legs over his shoulder, rendering her cunt bigger.

He heightened the acceleration in which he fucked her.

Jeff was about to cum. He extracted his dick from her mouth and culmed all over her face, making her sniffed.

Asher proceeded to fucked her roughly until she lost unconsciously.