"My daughter will be home soon...aargh...you should leave."
On a bed two bodies tangled. The older woman in her early forties had her legs wrapped around the man's waist while the man moved his waist pounding into her.
"If you cared you wouldn't be sleeping with her Ex .."
He said between gasps as he felt her insides tighten around him. He thrusted a few more times, the first question forgotten before her body shook and she came.
Her moans of pleasure were vibrating around the room as her body shook uncontrollably.
He thrusted through her orgasm before he pulled out and shot onto her stomach.
He immediately got off her and sat at the edge of the bed. She didn't move from her position still enjoying her post orgasm bliss.
"Still up for another round?"
He asked jokingly but didn't try to get on top of her again.
"You've taken all my strength, I can't do this anymore. "
She answered wistfully, remembering the pleasure he brought her. She still couldn't believe she had fallen into this toxic mess.
Sleeping with her eldest daughters ex boyfriend. They had started this affair a week before right after her daughter left him.
Or so she thought.
Killian took out his phone from the discarded trousers and looked at the time. A sinister smile curved itself on his face.
"How about you take a shower, and I'll prepare a meal for both of us. I'm famished."
He leaned in and kissed her his hands roaming lightly over her body before he sighed and stood up. He put on the trousers he was wearing and patted his side pocket making sure his ex's mother didn't see it.
"You're really a charmer you know that?"
She teased but didn't get off the bed.
"That's how I managed to get you."
He shot back and walked out of the bedroom.
"I know.."
The woman mumbled hesitantly to herself and dragged her tired body out of the bed.
Her muscles felt sore, sleeping with young men was fun but it had its own disadvantages.
Killian stood by the bedroom door and listened until the sound of the shower came before he walked to the front door and unlocked it.
'She should be home soon'
He walked back to the sitting room and sat on the white couch facing the door.
If his calculations were right she should be coming up soon. He took out the gun he had hidden from Linda, his ex-mother, and checked it to make sure it wouldn't malfunction.
Just as predicted footsteps echoed down the hallway as they approached the house.
He knew her schedule like the back of his hand since he had been with her for almost six years.
Six years, six since he started his boxing career from scratch.
The doorknob turned...then she walked in, beautiful as he remembered but it had been dulled with the betrayal he had gone through.
"Why did mom leave the door open..."
She was talking while looking back at the man who was following behind her.
His long-time rival, Davon.
"What are you doing here?"
She bristled the moment she saw him.
"Good evening Shirley darling.."
He said carelessly his eyes swiping over to the man to pull her to him.
Shirley heavily sighed and stepped into the house. She closed the door behind her and walked towards him her stilettos hitting the floor like a ticking clock.
"What the fuck are you doing in my mum's house... we broke up don't you get the memo. Davon and I are planning on getting married.."
She added the last part proudly. Killian didn't react to her provocation.
Since he had hidden the gun the moment she entered she let her guard down.
"Ooh.. I'm fucking your mother."
He chuckled as her eyes widened. Her eyes swept down his body, taking in the scratch marks and hickies she had missed in her haste.
"Thats low man.. You have to get over it."
Her Davon said his voice filled with righteous disapproval.
"Says the man who can't win a fight.... ha.. You cheated and drugged me but still you couldn't win the fucking fight.. just how pathetic must you be.."
Killian said. The absurdity of the situation was still new to him. Shirley had drugged him before he could go for his final drug test.
It was the finals and a drug test had been required for qualification. It had come out positive and that had been how his career plummeted in just a week.
A positive drug test meant you'd get banned for life. This had really gutted him.
Her cheating hadn't really pained him, he could just fuck everyone around her circle but his career was his life's dream.
He had started at eighteen just after high-school and worked his way up with her supporting him by his side, or so he thought.
'Women are really wicked'
That was the only thing going through his mind as he looked at the arrogant bitch in front of her.
"Stop being bitter and..."
"Shirley, I can explain we.."
Linda came out of the room, hair wet and a towel that stuck to her curves like a second skin.
Shirley went red, seeing the evidence he had left on her. Seeing it on him and seeing it on her mother were two different things.
"You.. how could you do this to me!"
She shouted at her mother her eyes becoming redder and redder.
Killian chuckled outloud at her hurt.
"Let's forget about the melodrama now," he clapped his hands and stood up," sorry Linda darling for doing this but your daughter destroyed my life too much for me to forget and move on."
He pulled out the gun and pointed it at Davon and shot. The sound rang through the quiet apartment shattering the illusion they all had of him.
"You shot, Davon why..."
Shirley screamed. She touched the side of her face where his blood had spluttered and a scream so defeating shot out as the situation she was in started to fully unravel.
Killian, the kind Killian who always smiled at her and bought her gifts and cuddled up to her had just shot someone.
She looked at him really looked at him. The smile was still there but something else was mixed in it.
Madness, grief maybe just pure insanity. He didn't seem fazed by the shoot and his blank eyes met hers.
He turned the gun to her.
"I really did love you.."
Was the last thing she heard before her life was snuffed out?
Killian rolled his shoulders, the recoil still passing through his arm.
"But why?"
Shirley too shocked ran to her daughter's body.
"I think I have anger issues... you should call the police. "
He said to her and raised the gun to his forehead.
"Sorry for the trauma Linda blame your daughter for this."
He sincerely meant it. It had taken him a while to come to this unfortunate conclusion.
He didn't have anything to live for. He pulled the trigger. Death felt peaceful.
[HOST FOUND.... BINDING MMA SY....ERROR....ERROR...HOST FOUND.... DEAD.....INITIATING EMERGENCY PROTOCOL.]
[SOUL TRANSFER INITIATING...]
[ERROR..ERROR...MASSIVE ENERGY CONSUMPTION..]
[INITIATE SYSTEM CHANGE....ENERGY THRESHOLD MET..]
[SYSTEM FOUND...LUST SYSTEM.]
[PERFECT WORLD FOUND...TRANSFER COMPLETE. ]