Checkmate

Chapter 4

Keira-Lee

“Asshole” the word kept repeating in my head, he got into bed and immediately fell asleep who the f**k does that, serial killers that’s who. And he snores how am I supposed to sleep next to this asshole. His snoring irritated me, I laid contemplating if I would be a prime suspect if I used the pillow to suffocate him. Death by pillow, I am pretty sure that would not be the way he wants to go out though. Maybe death by orgasm, heart failure f*****g a 20 something while he is in his 80’s. But I really, really would be stuck in prison for this, the wife is always the f*****g suspect and my fingerprints are all over the damn place. I did however take the time to study his features though like a creep. Long black eyelashes, women would kill for those puppies. Life is so unfair, even this assholes eyebrow was pure perfection. Hell did he get it waxed? If not, death by pillow it is. His olive-colored skin, we have to tan to get his complexion and the night cleansing routine. Holy s**t, even his beard was hot come on. Life can be so unfair sometimes. Guys must really hate him for having everything and it came so naturally, I really wanted to shatter this alter ego of perfection of his. And what’s up with all the ink? I mean seriously one is just fine. But he was inked from the neck down. The worst part, I am an artist and way deep down, way, way deep down I found it artistic and crazy sexy. Wait what, no shut up Keira. You do not find this guy attractive. Well, I struggled to sleep. I might be classified as an awful person but I turned my body horizontally on the bed and kicked as hard as I could. Knocking him straight of the bed, I turned as fast as I could pretending to be asleep. Faking sleep as hard as I could, he got back up grumping and moaning about falling of the bed since I took up half of his space. I tried really hard not to laugh. But he turned his back on me and the snoring ended, and I finally fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, I was up early, I am a morning person. So, I went by my morning routine. I have to admit this place was horribly disgusting, but I am not his momma. There is no way I would clean behind his grown-up ass. But seriously, it took a lot not to insult him last night, I mean who lives like this. Is that c*m against the mirror, what the heck. What does that man do in here, hair in the sink? I can’t even distinguish between his facial hair or pubic hair. That’s disgusting if he does that, I can’t live here. The whole time I had to fake and act like I am not surprised but how desperate must women be to get laid in a filthy place like this. I literally feared for some kind of infectious and contagious outbreak, hell people could catch a pandemic virus in this place. I swear he never flush the toilet, and there’s stains all over. I bit the bullet and went through everything trying not to concentrate on the disgust I felt for this man. I went downstairs to look for breakfast, I found a little pack of bacon and two eggs, 2 pieces of bread and butter. I had to refill the coffee f**k knows how long that has been in there. And started of with breakfast, no way I was sharing. He didn’t deserve my cooking. After I was done, I stood in the kitchen eating, I already had to wash out a pan. f**k, something might have died in the sink, it smelled horrific and I nearly gaged. Has this man no shame. What is wrong with him. Oh, that’s right superiority disease there is no cure for that only sponsors. I heard some movement upstairs just as I am nearly done with breakfast. I have a small piece of toast and a piece of egg white left when Kade came walking down the steps. His hair fell into his eyes and his dark blue suit stretched around his muscled arms, I really felt bad for the seams They were holding on for dear life. I guess, he didn’t want to have his suits custom made. And they didn’t have Armani suits in his size. He had a big bright smile on his face “hmmm breakfast smells incredible baby.” He leaned forward and tried to give me a good morning kiss but I moved out of the way and handed him my plate with maybe two bites. “There wasn’t enough but I am willing to share, oh and the coffee is done to. You might want to go shopping later today. I’m to busy.” I made my way upstairs leaving him standing there staring at the plate. I should feel bad for him, really, I should but he snores are awful. And he stuck his d**k into my face last night nearly slapping me against the face with that thing. I swear he could use it as a weapon. Fucker. I did need to go to shop for some supplies today. I had some pretty great ideas I wanted to test out, I used it back in high school in chemistry class. Oh boy, he does not know who he got married to. Excitement filled me, and I couldn’t wait to start making a man out of the pretty boy.

After I left the penthouse I called my mom, since she used to prank my dad all the time, I knew she used a dye bomb on him once implanted into the shower head. It turned him pink for days, she gave me the details and told me exactly what to buy. She already giggled remembering back to the s**t she did with my dad, that’s how he fell for her. She always had the most incredible sense of humor, and sometimes I would team up with her playing tricks on daddy. And he would just laugh it off with us, he never got angry at either of us, except the glitter bomb when I was back in high school but truth be told he really embarrassed me back then. And I had no idea he had an important meeting that day. But yet, he didn’t get upset or angry. Just played it off, this would be that fucker ultimate test and if he had no sense of humor well then so be it. I went out and grabbed everything I might need, even for all of my future pranks. I kept wondering what happened to my parents, I rarely saw them have fun anymore and the last couple of months they didn’t even touch each other. There was a time that I moved into the dorm rooms at college because I found them doing the deed on the dining room table, it scared me for live and now I can’t eat on that surface anymore without getting those images in my mind. But they always had this natural love, the type my grandparents have. And I envied it, it’s hard to find it in the city. People here just don’t know what that type of love is anymore. The true type. Later that day Kade let me know he would be working late. Of course, he was, I mean if that was code for something I already knew what it meant so I ordered in, and went to bed. I heard him come in but was too tired to even lift up my head. I felt him lean down and give me a small kiss on the cheek and I couldn’t help but wonder what those lips touched earlier. This fucker was just giving me more to throw at him, his breath smelled like whiskey and he has been drinking no doubt. I fell back into my dreamless sleep. Peace and quiet.

Next morning, I was up extremely early, I grabbed my shower before he did. I went through my morning routine like a boss. I implanted the dye bomb into the shower head and waited dressed downstairs so that I could make a run for it. I heard the shower turn on and a couple of minutes later followed by a piercing scream, for a second, I thought he might be a woman singing opera pitching at the top of her lungs. I grabbed all my stuff and bolted for the door, right when I heard footsteps running down the stairs. I hopped into the elevator and pressed the going down button, but the penthouse door opened up. And what I saw cannot be unseen, Kade f*****g Collins standing in a towel dripping wet covered in blue dye from head to toe. He stalked into the elevator, furious. This man seriously had zero sense of humor, his eyes were wild and the color could only be described as fluorescent and shocking. It was all up in your face, pretty much how he was right now. He also grabbed the wrong towel, it was the face and hair towel, it did not cover his ass. The death in his eyes, did not match the surprise in mine. They told me the color would be bright I just didn’t know it would be that f*****g bright, hell it hurt my eyes. “What the f**k did you do? I worked late last night to prepare for one of the biggest meetings of my career and I am f*****g blue!” He yelled out every single word and my ears hurt, the elevator dinged opening up and more people got up. They all trying really hard not to laugh, someone reached between us to press the button for first floor. Kade was so angry he didn’t notice any of this. “I don’t know what you mean, I mean. What did you do?” I tried like hell to play innocent but between this one guy trying so hard to control his laughter whilst turning red. I found it impossible, plus he still hasn’t realized his towel didn’t fit even though he was holding it together with his left hand behind his back. He had me caged in, and I didn’t know how to reply. The elevator dinged again and even more people got up. They all trying to control themselves, and I was cracking up inside. “You. Are. Going. To. Cost. Me. Everything.” But I gave him my puppy eyes that always worked on the men in my life and his eyes softened. “I, I mean. It must be the new body wash.” Trying to play innocent but I am the worst liar ever. He leaned in close, so close I could smell the toothpaste on his breath “Beautiful, you are going to regret this. Mark. My. Words.” The guy who was still red burst out laughing nearly wetting himself and the women were all staring at my husband’s ass. And let’s face it, since he loved to shove his d**k in my face, I might give everyone a nice view. The elevator dinged again, and I knew we reached the first floor. So, I moved closer and whispered “I cannot wait” I had his full attention and then grabbed the towel and ran off. I heard whistling and cheers as I threw the towel in the trash. “KEIRA!” Paybacks a b***h baby, bring it on.