Only You Sweetheart
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
34
Views:
15,941
Reviews:
232
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
We're going to be together forever
Charlotte finished off her pancakes; Matt was sitting opposite her watching every mouthful. Every mouthful she took made him crazy; everything she did seemed to drive him wild. Charlotte didn’t make eye contact with him once, the events of last night kept repeating over and over again in her head, it made her feel sick thinking about it, it also made her blush from the humiliation. As if reading her thoughts Matt spoke, “So last night was fun huh?” It wasn’t fun at all, not for her. She took another mouthful of her breakfast, biting her tongue to prevent herself from giving him an icy comeback. One that would, undoubtedly land her in trouble.
“Honey, I said last night was fun wasn’t it” Charlotte slowly brought her eyes to meet his “No” she said quietly and sadly. Matt twisted a lock of her hair in his finger “No?” She shook her head slowly. He didn’t say anything else; he just leant in and kissed her gently on the lips, tasting some syrup that she hadn’t licked off yet. He did it for her. “I’m sorry if I upset you Charlie.” He kissed her again. “We’re going to be together forever you know” His stomach churned with pain, the police knew where she was. They would not get her; he would make damn sure of that. Nobody would take her away from him, nobody.
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“Did you talk to Detective Knowles today Damon?” Nina looked at the boy sitting opposite him, he had got thinner in the last few weeks. The stress had got to him, he looked tired and gaunt. She imagined she looked just as bad.
“Yeah, he said they spoke to that Matt guys mom but she wasn’t very helpful. She was a bit of a fruitcake apparently, said she aint seen him for months. Said he was in trouble with loads of different people so he did a bunk. Hasn’t got a clue where he is though. Knowles said she didn’t even care. Her own son, sounds kinda familiar don’t it”
“Your mom would care if you went missing Damon”
Damon ignored it “Besides they said Chris Marshal picked up and left around the same time as Charlotte, he hit on her at the party and got humiliated, coincidently by Mathew. They think he’s also a suspect, could have kidnapped Charlotte and framed Matt for the crime. Planted evidence in his apartment, you know, so now they have two suspects.”
“But that guy at the gas station said he saw Charlotte with a guy with a piercing on his face, Chris doesn’t have a piercing.”
“They never said that was Charlotte, just sounded vaguely like her beside for all we know … Charlotte could be dead Nina”
“I can’t believe you just said that”
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Chris Marshal had just fucked Vanessa Jaylans brains out and was now heading back to the trailer park he shared with his pregnant girlfriend.
“Where the fuck have you been?” Summer screamed at him as he walked through the door.
“What the fuck has it got to do with you woman,” he snarled at her.
“I’m your girlfriend, I should know where you are”
Chris slapped her across the face, knocking her to floor.
“You’re drunk,” she sobbed, rubbing her face.
“To try to block out that I\'m stuck in this shit hole with you and a child I don’t fucking want.”
They were interrupted by a knock at the door.
“Chris Marshal?”
“Yeah”
“My name is Detective Knowles” Detective Knowles looked at the injured woman on the floor, clearly just been met with the mans fist “Your under arrest for the disappearance and suspected murder of Charlotte Nicole Gellar”
“What? “Who? What the fuck man!!!”
………………………………………….
Matt stroked his wife’s hair, he just made love to her and was in that blissful state where he just held her in his arms, feeling her warm body against his. He didn’t even notice the tears rolling down her face, or he did but he had blocked them out. But he was troubled, he knew eventually the police would track him down here, Charlottes DNA was all over the house, he’d be arrested in seconds even if he did hide her. They would have to move, he had contacts. He could make it happen but it had to happen quickly. He nibbled the top of Charlottes shoulder making her squirm slightly “You’re lovely you know?”
……………………………………………………….
“Where’ve you put the body?” Detective Adams had been quizzing Chris for hours
“I told you I don’t know, it wasn’t me I barley even know the girl”
“But she embarrassed you didn’t she? Male pride and all that made you seek revenge. Got trounced on by Mathew Jackson for coming on too strong so thought you’d kill two birds with one stone and frame him for her disappearance. Any one can pick a few hairs from a girls body and place them in someone else apartment. Wipe a bit of blood on their wall, make them look like the psycho”
“IT WASN’T ME”
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One Week Later.
Charlotte sat in the front of the car, drugged up to the nines. She sat quietly; to lethargic to even cry as she waited for Matt to get in the car and take them somewhere knew. Matt threw the last of the cases in the car and walked towards the house. He poured the last of the petrol over the couch , the entire house was covered now. He stepped out of the front door, lighting a match he lit his cigarette and then dropped the match a few feet a head of him. As he drove off Charlotte watched in shock as the house was covered in flames within seconds, any evidence of her presence there was now destroyed.
“Honey, I said last night was fun wasn’t it” Charlotte slowly brought her eyes to meet his “No” she said quietly and sadly. Matt twisted a lock of her hair in his finger “No?” She shook her head slowly. He didn’t say anything else; he just leant in and kissed her gently on the lips, tasting some syrup that she hadn’t licked off yet. He did it for her. “I’m sorry if I upset you Charlie.” He kissed her again. “We’re going to be together forever you know” His stomach churned with pain, the police knew where she was. They would not get her; he would make damn sure of that. Nobody would take her away from him, nobody.
…………………………………………………
“Did you talk to Detective Knowles today Damon?” Nina looked at the boy sitting opposite him, he had got thinner in the last few weeks. The stress had got to him, he looked tired and gaunt. She imagined she looked just as bad.
“Yeah, he said they spoke to that Matt guys mom but she wasn’t very helpful. She was a bit of a fruitcake apparently, said she aint seen him for months. Said he was in trouble with loads of different people so he did a bunk. Hasn’t got a clue where he is though. Knowles said she didn’t even care. Her own son, sounds kinda familiar don’t it”
“Your mom would care if you went missing Damon”
Damon ignored it “Besides they said Chris Marshal picked up and left around the same time as Charlotte, he hit on her at the party and got humiliated, coincidently by Mathew. They think he’s also a suspect, could have kidnapped Charlotte and framed Matt for the crime. Planted evidence in his apartment, you know, so now they have two suspects.”
“But that guy at the gas station said he saw Charlotte with a guy with a piercing on his face, Chris doesn’t have a piercing.”
“They never said that was Charlotte, just sounded vaguely like her beside for all we know … Charlotte could be dead Nina”
“I can’t believe you just said that”
……………………………………..
Chris Marshal had just fucked Vanessa Jaylans brains out and was now heading back to the trailer park he shared with his pregnant girlfriend.
“Where the fuck have you been?” Summer screamed at him as he walked through the door.
“What the fuck has it got to do with you woman,” he snarled at her.
“I’m your girlfriend, I should know where you are”
Chris slapped her across the face, knocking her to floor.
“You’re drunk,” she sobbed, rubbing her face.
“To try to block out that I\'m stuck in this shit hole with you and a child I don’t fucking want.”
They were interrupted by a knock at the door.
“Chris Marshal?”
“Yeah”
“My name is Detective Knowles” Detective Knowles looked at the injured woman on the floor, clearly just been met with the mans fist “Your under arrest for the disappearance and suspected murder of Charlotte Nicole Gellar”
“What? “Who? What the fuck man!!!”
………………………………………….
Matt stroked his wife’s hair, he just made love to her and was in that blissful state where he just held her in his arms, feeling her warm body against his. He didn’t even notice the tears rolling down her face, or he did but he had blocked them out. But he was troubled, he knew eventually the police would track him down here, Charlottes DNA was all over the house, he’d be arrested in seconds even if he did hide her. They would have to move, he had contacts. He could make it happen but it had to happen quickly. He nibbled the top of Charlottes shoulder making her squirm slightly “You’re lovely you know?”
……………………………………………………….
“Where’ve you put the body?” Detective Adams had been quizzing Chris for hours
“I told you I don’t know, it wasn’t me I barley even know the girl”
“But she embarrassed you didn’t she? Male pride and all that made you seek revenge. Got trounced on by Mathew Jackson for coming on too strong so thought you’d kill two birds with one stone and frame him for her disappearance. Any one can pick a few hairs from a girls body and place them in someone else apartment. Wipe a bit of blood on their wall, make them look like the psycho”
“IT WASN’T ME”
…………………………………………………….
One Week Later.
Charlotte sat in the front of the car, drugged up to the nines. She sat quietly; to lethargic to even cry as she waited for Matt to get in the car and take them somewhere knew. Matt threw the last of the cases in the car and walked towards the house. He poured the last of the petrol over the couch , the entire house was covered now. He stepped out of the front door, lighting a match he lit his cigarette and then dropped the match a few feet a head of him. As he drove off Charlotte watched in shock as the house was covered in flames within seconds, any evidence of her presence there was now destroyed.