Diary Of A Married w***e (4)
DERRICK'S POV
I parked my car down the street and sat for a minute, watching the lights in her house glow warm against the night.
I knew her husband was out of town because she had told me earlier that day. Her voice had been tight and guilty when she said she would finally have a quiet weekend to herself.
I laughed when I heard that. She still thought she had a life that belonged to her. She did not. Not anymore.
I walked up the driveway with no hesitation. My boots hit the pavement loud enough for her to hear me coming.
She opened the door before I knocked. Her face was pale, her eyes wide, and her breath unsteady.
“Derrick,” she whispered. She sounded like she had seen a ghost.
I leaned against the frame and smirked. “That’s right, little whóré. Aren
