Grave Affairs

CHAPTER 1

THE MAN IN MASK

~ MABEL POV ~

Elvis held me by my waist and lifted me up before putting me on the manghomy table. His hands slid under my tight skirt which had already risen on my thighs and he gently slid his fingers under my thong. A soft and low moan escaped my mouth as Elvis kept up with his pleasurable torture on my body.

“Stop it!" I let out a gasp as his finger gently slid into my wet folds.

“Someone might walk in on us!” I muttered trying to stop him but my body was saying otherwise, I didn't want him to stop.

“Shush!...” he whispered and he stared at me, the pleasure I saw in his eyes made me shiver which also made my stomach flutter with butterflies.

“No one is going to see us, I have waited so long for the day to be over so I can worship this body of yours" He muttered, placing kisses on my lips and neck.

“Now, let me show you how bad I have daydreamed about you” He lifted me up from the table and pinned me to the wall while he stripped my clothes off roughly.

I felt a rush of pleasure surge through me at the way he casually took off my blouse then my skirt and slowly my panties.

“Elvis”. I cried out in pleasure. I heard footsteps but I ignored it. Someone might have left something in their office or I might just be hearing things, I was too engrossed in passion to be bothered about that.

I felt Elvis stiffened and the aura he was giving wasn't a good one. I decided to turn to see what had made him this way.

I gradually turned my head and I gasped. Right in front of us was a masked man pointing a gun at Elvis and I or rather at Elvis.

My heart leaps into my throat and my palms become sweaty at the sight of the gun pointed at us.

“Elvis…” before I could get the statement out of my mouth, Elvis had fallen to the ground and blood sprouted out of his chest. The man had shot Elvis.

Screams of fright escaped from my lips as I stared at Elvis' now lifeless body.

I couldn’t help the terror that went through me as I began crying. My heart was hammering against my chest both in fear and in pain.

“No!” I screamed out. I gave a loud cry as everything finally processed in my head.

“Elvis…No!” I wailed in pain as I shook his lifeless body.

I feel my throat closing up and tears welled up in my eyes.

The masked man pointed the gun at me, I couldn’t control the tears that were already pouring down like a rainfall as I stared at him.

“Fucking keep your mouth shut bitch!”. The bloody son of a bitch in a mask yelled but I couldn’t control myself as I cried more, I didn't even listen to him even when he yelled at me.

Elvis is dead and I am carrying his child. I had intended to break the news to him tonight. We were supposed to have dinner at his place.

I closed my eyes tightly as the tears kept on pouring.

A buzzing sound erupted in the cold silence. For a moment I stopped breathing as I contemplated on what to do.

I made my decision as I tried to pick up the phone and tell whoever it is what was going on.

“I swear if you take another step I’m going to blow your brains out and I mean it” the cold menace in his tone halted me.

My body betrayed me and I quickly ran ahead to get the phone before he could do anything to me. I stretched out my hand to grab the phone and I felt his strong grips on my hands.

He wrapped his hands on my neck, slowly draining the life out of me.

He dealt me a blow to my face; the force from the blow impacts sent me crashing against the floor.

Tears rolled down from my eyes due to the pains and I laid on the floor trying to breathe in some air.

What I thought was over became the beginning as I saw his shadow towering down on me from where I laid.

Soon, his hands were yet again clapping around my neck for a strangle. I flung my hands hoping to hold on to something as I felt myself choking due to lack of air.