‘Yes.’
I looked like a deer caught in the headlights of a truck.
Isabella giggled. ‘This is going to be so much fun.’
Chapter Twenty-One: Dream Come True
***
‘Fuck!’ I moaned in a desperate voice.
Isabella giggled with a mouthful.
I was sitting on the edge of her double bed, as she knelt on the floor between my thighs. She looked up at me with those piecing brown eyes. It was like was she staring straight into my soul. Isabella sucked passionately on the tip of my throbbing cock. I had never had a blow job like this. She was a natural. The way she dragged her lips across the crown was making my brain melt. Her talented tongue was dancing all around my dick. Carefully, she cradled and massaged my balls with her left hand. I was losing my mind. It was a sensory overload. Little bursts of pleasure were popping within my stomach with each sensual suck of my cock. I stroked one hand through her gorgeous hair, whilst reaching down and squeezing her tits with the other. Isabella pulled down the front of her tube dress. I nearly came right there and then. The sight of her stunning breasts nearly made me lose all self-control. She wasn’t wearing a bra. I rolled her erect nipple between my thumb and forefinger. Isabella let out a long pleasing sigh.
She began to bob her head in quick succession.
‘Fuck!’ I called out into the silent house.
Isabella was sucking me off hard and fast. A warm pressure began to build between my thighs. Waves of pleasure rippled throughout my body. I was already so close. She had only been giving me a blow job for a couple of minutes and already I was close. I breathed deeply through my open mouth, as I looked down into the windows of her soul. She must have seen the look of agonising delight upon my face. Isabella gripped the shaft with her free hand. She jerked the base of my cock hard and fast, as she sucked passionately upon the tip.
‘Just like that,’ I told her, ‘keep going.’
Isabella did not disappoint.
‘You look so beautiful.’ She really did. ‘I am going to cum, baby. I am going to cum.’
My hips jolted and then it happened. My cock erupted within her mouth. Isabella moaned erotically through her nose. She continued to suck me off. My entire body seemed to tingle. I could feel my toes curling and my eyes rolling back into my head. Every single muscle in my body was locked in a state of euphoria. The sensation between my legs was indescribable. It was like a firework display of ecstasy. Isabella sucked harder and swallowed down the contents of her mouth. Was there anything hotter than that? This gorgeous woman had just swallowed down a mouthful of cum.
‘Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,’ I chanted the words over and over again.
Both of my hands were now upon her head. I had handfuls of her hair, as I pulled her into me. This was too much for my body to handle, but I didn’t want it to stop. It was amazing. My hips were squirming, as if they had a mind of their own. The feeling within my body was bordering on the edge of torture. I could feel all the energy being sucked out of the core of my being. I was at my limit. I couldn’t handle much more of this. Isabella’s talented lips had defeated me.
She pulled back and I fell from her mouth.
A deep manly groan echoed throughout the silent house.
I gasped for air, as I fell backwards onto the bed.
I could hear Isabella giggling. ‘Did that feel good?’
‘Fuck, yeah,’ I replied, ‘I don’t think I have sworn this much in years.’
‘I loved the look on your face.’ Isabella got to her feet. I watched in awe, as she hitched up the base of her dress. She wasn’t wearing any panties. I nearly swallowed my tongue. Her glistening pussy was right before my eyes. ‘How about you do something for me?’ I licked my lips in anticipation.
Chapter Twenty-Two: Confusion
***
Isabella and I were naked on the bed. I was on my side, a hair’s length from her face, as she rested on her side. Her breasts were pressed up against my chest. The feel of her warm skin upon mine was so intoxicating. One of her legs was placed over my hips. The tip of my erect cock was pressed up against the soaking wet slit of her pussy.
‘Just do it for a moment,’ she whispered.
‘But I have only done this with my ex-girlfriend,’ I admitted.
‘I know, but it will feel so good.’
‘I don’t doubt that, but maybe we should wait.’
‘I know that is the safe thing to do, but I want to fuck you so bad.’
‘Don’t you have any condoms in the house?’
‘I don’t have any. Didn’t you bring any?’
‘I didn’t think we would get this far. I wasn’t sure you would like me.’
‘Silly. I am crazy about you. Just push your cock inside me for a moment.’
‘It’s dangerous.’
‘I know, but I want to feel you inside me. I won’t fuck you. I just want to feel you skin on skin.’
I knew I shouldn’t do this, but Isabella had some kind of power over me. This gorgeous woman could most likely make me do anything. I pushed my hips forward slightly. I could feel the tip of my cock opening her up. Isabella gave out a gasp, as he face turned into a mask of lust. My cock slipped into her tight wet pussy. The feel of her warmth was amazing. I could feel her pussy gripping me, as I was inside her.
‘I have dreamt of this feeling,’ she told me. Her breathing was deep. ‘Fuck me.’
‘Isabella, you know this is dangerous.’ I don’t know who I was trying to convince. I was already subtly rolling my hips. I would have to make sure I pulled out before I climaxed. I could do that, right? It was then that I sound reached my ears. It was the sound of the front door opening. I could hear a bag being dropped down onto the floor.
‘Oh no...’ Isabella muttered.
‘What?’
‘It’s my husband.’
My heart cracked like a mirror.
‘You are married?’
‘I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.’ We could hear movement downstairs. A cold shiver ran down my spine, as a knot twisted in my tummy. This couldn’t be happening. Tell me she wasn’t serious. ‘You have to get out of here. If he finds you he will kill us both.’
‘Are you fucking kidding me?’ I whispered.
I pulled myself out of Isabella and jumped off the bed. My clothes were scattered all over the bedroom floor. I pulled on my boxers, located my trousers, and slipped on my shoes. I was looking for my t-shirt and jacket, as Isabella opened the bedroom window and looked down towards the side of the house.
‘You have to be joking?’ I asked her.
‘This is the only way out.’
‘We are on the second floor.’
‘You can go down the drainpipe.’
‘I’m not fucking Spiderman!’
I could hear footsteps heading up the stairs towards the landing.
‘Damn it.’ I picked up the rest of my stuff and launched it out the window. ‘I don’t believe you have done this to me.’ I swung one leg out the window and looked down to the passageway below. It looked pretty far away. I have never been a fan of heights to start with, but this was insane. A drainpipe was positioned next to the window. It was a bulky looking one. It looked easy enough to grip, but if it would take my weight was another question altogether.
‘You have to go,’ said Isabella.
I reached for the drainpipe. It was time to make my grand escape.
Chapter Twenty-Three: Going to Hell
***
The drive home felt like the longest in my life. How could she do this to me? I have never cheated on anyone in my life. I would never have gone out with her if I knew she was married. It went against all my morals in life. It was an evil and horrible thing to do. I am totally going to hell for this. It doesn’t matter that I didn’t know she was married. I am going to burn in hell. I did very naughty things with a married woman. Does she have kids? How could she do that to her husband? I feel so dirty and violated. I can’t believe s
he lied to me like that. Was I nothing more than a play thing? I thought she actually liked me. I am such an idiot. She doesn’t like me. I mean, look at her. Isabella looks like a model and she just wanted someone to fuck. She lied and manipulated me.
My cell phone bleeped on the passenger seat.
It was a new text message.
It was from Isabella.
I kept one eye on the road, as I read it. ‘I am so sorry about tonight. I know I should have told you that I was married. Things are not great with the marriage. I know I should have told you. Don’t hate me. I will call you in the morning and explain everything.’
‘Fuck off,’ I told the world in general.
How could she do this to me? What have I done to deserve this? I really liked her. I actually thought this was a new chapter in my life. I took a leap of faith and opened up to her. Isabella knew things about me that I hadn’t shared with anyone else. I thought she was the same as me, but all she has done is manipulated and used me. Fuck her. Fuck everyone. I hate the world. I hate life. I hate people.
Chapter Twenty-Four: Contact
***
This was the last thing I needed. My eyes scanned the e-mail from my publisher. It was an e-mail from the head of the whole publisher. They had taken the time to write their thoughts and opinions about my leaving. It was borderline hate mail. It was a lovely surprise to cap off my shitty evening. The publisher was keen to point out how I had a poor attitude, I was unprofessional, and summed it up by telling me to go fuck myself. They didn’t exactly use those words, but it was the general gist. I wouldn’t even bother with a reply. They would contact me in a day or two and return to rights of my books.
The majority of the e-mails in my inbox were spam. I had a bad habit of signing up to numerous websites, which mean I got every single promotional e-mail and junk message you could imagine. One e-mail caught my eye. It was from Brendan Holmes. He was the guy from the prediction forum. He was the guy that posted the painting of Lucy and me. I opened up the e-mail.
‘Dear Logan, please forgive my scepticism about your e-mail. You seem genuine, but I get a lot of prank e-mails from people on the forum.’ I didn’t doubt that. The majority of the replies to his forum posts were insulting. The other psychics didn’t rate him, but I can’t deny that painting he posted. ‘If you would be so kind to tell me a little about the things you see. I have numerous paintings. I think if you could say something that I have painted I might be inclined to believe you. As a sign of good faith I have attached a painting I did this morning. Brendan.’
I clicked on the attachment.
It took a second to download.
‘Oh my god...’
This was it. This was what I have been waiting for. I could feel the tears gathering within my eyes. I had begged for confirmation. I needed a sign to know that I wasn’t mad. I never understood why I was the only one that knew about the end of the world. For a long time I just sat in silence and stared at the painting. It was the image of my ex-girlfriend Samantha. She was dressed all in white, like she was some kind of angel. In her hands she held a baby. Its little arms were raise into the air, as if it were reaching up towards the heavens. Blood dripped out of Samantha’s eyes. The painting was identical to the dream I had last night. Brendan had seen the exact same thing as me. It was time to tell him everything I knew. This confirmed one thing. In four days the world would end.
Chapter Twenty-Five: Regrets
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I splashed the cold water upon my face and then looked into my reflection in the bathroom mirror. My eyes seemed full of sadness and regret. I still couldn’t get over Isabella. How could she not tell me she was married? How could that one bit of information slip her mind? I felt like a real scum bag. I should have stayed in the bedroom and allowed her husband to beat the shit out of me. I deserved it. It wasn’t just Isabella, though. My whole life was a mess. Was leaving the publisher really the right thing to do? Had I been too impulsive? I should have given myself more time to reflect on matters before asking to leave. It wasn’t a decision I had to make so quickly. The image of Samantha and the baby appeared within my mind’s eye. Why did she do it? I loved Samantha with all my heart. I had never been so happy in all my life. Why did she have to kill our baby? I should have my own family by now. My thoughts drifted to Clarissa. Maybe my mum was right. I should really have made an effort with Clarissa. She is most likely on all fours getting taken from behind. That is the type of woman she is. She is lovely and kind, but a complete slut. I can say that. She is my best friend. I just wish she was with me. I know Clarissa would never betray me, but now it is too late. She will be back together with Tyler. My life is a fucking mess.
Chapter Twenty-Six: Nightmares
***
My heart was beating so hard that it felt like it might burst out through my ribcage. I tried to swallow, but my mouth was dry. A cold shiver ran down the full length of my spine. The atmosphere felt so tense and morbid. The stench of death seemed to hang over me like some kind of foreboding rain cloud. The edges of my vision were blurred. I glanced down at my hands. They were dripping in blood. Unconsciously, I wiped my hands against my shirt. Panic was starting to set it.
‘The end is coming,’ spoke a soft female voice.
I looked into the darkness that surrounded me. It was like I was floating in deep space. There was nothing around me. I could see no ground, no sky, no buildings or structures. I was in a black void of nothingness. A faint click reached my ears. It sounded like someone pulling on the cord of a bathroom light. A light bulb, appearing to hang from the darkness, illuminated a small section of the void. My eyes widened with shock. A sickening sensation filled my stomach. A dead body lay upon the ground. The head had been crushed. Blood, snot and brain matter dripped out like some kind of leaky tap.
‘Logan, look what I have,’ said Samantha. My ex-girlfriend was standing behind me in the darkness. She was wearing a long white dress. The dress seemed to glow. It was like the very fabric was created by light. She held a baby within her arms. I could feel my heart breaking, as the baby cried. I could see its little hands reaching up into the air. I watched in horror, as tears of blood dripped out of Samantha’s eyes and fell down upon the baby. This wasn’t like normal tears. It was like watching someone pour a cup of red paint down her face. The baby was drowning in the blood. ‘I killed my baby for you. It was all for you. I love you, Logan.’
A gunshot rang like a church bell.
I spun one hundred and eight degrees and looked in the direction of the sound.
I nearly vomited.
A man was sitting in a leather chair. His face had been completely removed. All that remained was blood, gore, brains and bones. His lifeless body was sitting limp, as a smoking gun hung with the grasp of his hand. Had this man just shot himself in the face? Why would he do that? What was going on here? What did this mean?
‘The world will end in three days.’
Chapter Twenty-Seven: Exhaustion
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A deep yawn escaped my lips, as I cradled my cup of coffee. Lucy cuddled into me on the couch. It was half seven in the morning. I didn’t like mornings. I liked sleep. My dreams were hindering my ability to have a good night’s rest. I just felt so drained and lifeless today. I think it was a combination of things. The new dream was disturbing me. I didn’t get what it all meant. Why did I keep seeing dead bodies? How come Samantha and the baby were in my dreams? Who was the man that shot himself in the head? None of it made sense. I didn’t quite understand how it all linked together. Isabella was also on my mind. She had tried calling me this morning, but I had ignored her on both occasions. I didn’t have the energy to listen to her lies. I can’t believe she did that to me. I think I am so upset because I actually thought she liked me. It is like every woman I meet seems to screw me over in one way or another.
Lucy rested her chin on my leg.
‘You don’t screw me over, do you?’
She wagged her tail, as I st
roked behind her ears. Lucy was the only good thing in my life. She would never stab me in the back or lie to me. I turned my eyes towards the news report. It was the usual nonsense about debt, global crisis and celebrity gossip. The world was going to end in three days. I was expecting something to have happened by now. There should be something like an incoming asteroid, or a nation threatening nuclear war, a terrorist attack with biological weapons, but the world seems to continue forward like it was any other day. I would believe that maybe my predictions were wrong if it wasn’t for Brendan’s paintings. How was it possible for him to dream the same things as me? I needed answers. I needed to know what was going to happen.
Chapter Twenty-Eight: Slow Day
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I was now onto my third cup of coffee of the day. Lucy had followed me upstairs and was now sprawled out on my bed. I was checking through my e-mails. Brendan hadn’t replied to the e-mail I had sent him last night. That wasn’t very surprising, as it was fairly early in the morning. I should check about mid-day and see if I have anything from him. My publisher had sent me another e-mail in the night. They would post out a letter stating that I had the rights to my stories. They also informed me that it could take up to six months for my books to be removed from retailers. I was fine by that. I knew it wasn’t going to happen overnight. I just wanted a clean start and to focus on the stories I wanted to write.
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