PROCESSES OF WEALTH

HARD MOMENTS.

GIFTED GABBY.

PROCESSES OF WEALTH.

HARD MOMENTS.

CHAPTER THREE

Francis managed to drag himself to the door after he had carefully placed his knife under his bed.

He creaked the door open and waited aside for Mercy to come in. She stretched out her hands for an embrace but Francis kept looking at her strangely. She hugged him nevertheless.

Francis eyes scanned her body as she disengaged from the embrace.“How am I going to do this" he kept asking himself.

Mercy went over to the bed ,dropped her bag and went close to Francis to know what the problem is.

“Honey"she called with her eyes searching his.

“I always know when you are not on the right mood". she paused and held him close

“Tell me the problem"she said again in a voice that was near to tears.

Francis looked into her eye bulb and saw how worried she was for his sake , while he wants to kill her in cold blood. “Umm, it is nothing really, just that I woke up from a deep slumber ". He started up a pretence.

“Francis. I have being with you for a long time and know when you are not telling me something". Francis maintained nothing was wrong with him in a clearer face.“Nothing , I mean it , just tiredness from sleep"

He noticed her still looking at him strangely.

“Come here, you like to worry too much"

He dragged her hands and began to kiss her.Just to clear her from every suspicious thought.

After some seconds, Francis began to go beyond kissing.

“Come on, that is not time for that"she pushed him playfully.

“You nearly bit off my lips"she complained playfully and they laughed.

“Yea, before I forget. anything for the baby girl before we hang out".

“Sure". Francis replied .“over there"he said again while Ponting to the can juice.

Mercy went forward to bring it as Francis sat in a cushion chair and watched her swaying hips in lust, momentarily forgetting the task at hand.

“Wow, I love this. It is chilled" she said as she sat in his laps. “OF course,"Francis replied absent mindedly.

“Come join me"she brought the cup close to his mouth. “Dont worry I will be fine" he gently pushed the cup away from his mouth.

“Sure"she was not convinced.

“Yea".

Mercy began to sip the juice with Francis watching her closely. Halfway into the drink, she began to fill dizzy.Her eyes began to close.

“Honey, I am feeling sleepy".She complained.

Before Francis could do anything, the juice slipped from her hands and the remaining content spilled in the floor. She collapsed gently on Francis chest.

WHAT DO YOU THINK HAPPENS NEXT TO MERCY?

CAN FRANCIS REALLY KILL HER?

I THINK YOUR COMMENTS DOES THAT.