*Chapter seven*
Emma's POV
I sighed. This was really killing the mood. I stared at the frantic Dave who paced back and forth in the suite.
"For the umpteenth time. It's not Jeanine." I was beginning to get impatience. "For Pete's sake Dave. That bitch is dead. Gone" I walked over to him soothing him,hoping to get him out of this mood. Even after death she still managed to be at the center pf everything,to get all the attention. That bitch.
Suddenly... there was a knock on the door. Dave and I quickly exchanged glances. Who could it be?. I thought.
I opened the door only to find the grinning hotel manager. "Room service" He spoke elatedly, showing his two front teeth. Annoying pest.
"We didn't order"
"It's a special service ma'am. Courtesy of the Hotel." The pest insisted. I allowed him. He wheeled in the tray of appetizers and of different savory food, and without even being asked he left. Dummy.
Today was a special day and everything is ruined. I went over to Dave,taking of his suit as I teased him pleasurably. Wanting to ease the atmosphere.
"Those gazes..." Dave continued. He was slowly relaxing but that wench was still in his thought.
"Look sweetheart. Jeanine is dead. Out of our lives. She no longer have any hold on us. Don't let guilt take over. She deserved all she got." I pulled him gently on the bed. It was working on him but unfortunately had me worked up. I was hell expecting a pleasant evening without her been spoken off.
We buried her and that's should be the end of her pathetic story.
I hated her.
No...her entire existence was repulsive and a shame on humanity. She acted so perfect.
Little miss perfect. I spat on her.
Words couldn't describe the happiness I felt the day she died. My inner thought was having a blast.
'Emma you are a sister to me...I love you... My confident...' Those words brought nothing but anger to me.
To her I was nothing more than a second best. Her minion.
I begun unbuttoning his shirt... Steering up pleasures and desires in him just as he loved it. Something Jeanine was never able to give. Days like this remind me of Dave and I back in highschool. We were sweethearts and Jeanine was only a facade.
"I swear... It felt like Jeanine."
"But it's not. It nothing more than an illusion. That bitch was dead." I tried convincing but Dave was adamant. But I knew him,he'll understand in the only language he knows. "Sweetheart, let go of her. She never had a place in your heart and never will. She was a ladder to our future,a necessity and nothing more. Now she along with her unborn bastard are both dead. We won."
Dave softened up. "Yes love...She's gone." A giant smile across his face as I laid on top of him.
"Indeed. The torment was over." I said over his lip.
"No more of the perfect husband"
"Or the soul sisters" I gave an over due laughter. Soon Dave joined in.
"Tell me now love. If you could see our Darling Jeanine, what would you like to spit to her face." Dave asked.
I paused for a while. It was overwhelming cause had plenty to say.
"For starters... I wouldn't give up the chance to rub it all in her face. Even till her demise she was a dumb bitch." This time Dave initiated the laughter and I followed. "Her death was too merciful for her."
Yes it was. Jeanine deserved a death worst than a dog. She always had it all going for her. The perfect father, the perfect life. She dreamt of the perfect husband and I'll be fucking damned if she had that as well.
Dave was mine.
"I could swear,that bitch Jeanine would have died of a heart attack had she found out the truth. It would have been fun watching" I said imagining her reaction. Oh boy... I would give anything for that.
"Remember now it was a necessity. After the whole pregnant stunt, she had to go. We had to improvise." Dave was up now,helping me undress. "It wasn't easy coming up with the whole plan within a day. But I hand it to you, the tampering of the car idea was brilliant."
"What can I say after having you to myself for three days at the hotel,just couldn't send you back to that dimwit."
"I love you sweetheart" Dave leaned closer,engulfing my lips in his.
"We should cheers" I offered, standing up with my half done dress,I went over to the table grabbing a bottle of tequila. I poured in for two glasses and went back to the bed. "To Jeanine!"
"To Award winning Jeanine!" Dave gave a gulp at his drink.
"Any words to her?" I say as he pulled me into his laps.
"Bye Jeanine, wish I could say I'll miss you." Dave said icily. A smile grew on my lips.
"There was a time I thought you were really falling for her?" I said,looking him in the eyes.
"Jeanine and I...there was never an 'US'. When I had you here." He paused,inhaling my scent. "Jeanine was a plan in motion, from highschool till present, every moment with her was a script, the first day we met till the day she died. Believe me love,I don't fall for the 'plan'...Never."
"That was music to my ears love." I pressed my lips to his. "I pray Jeanine, her bastard child and her worthless father all rot in hell."
"Hey now,Don't drag the old man to this. Don't forget he was a great help to us" Dave said teasing, as he successfully undid my dress.
"That bloody Hypocrite,he ousted her then why will his belongings to her. After Jeanine left,I took care of the old man even till his disgusting death bed and nothing for me." Argh. I felt disgusted, I could feel goosebump now forming on my skin.
Dave noticed my anger. He begun caressing me dearly as I laid on the bed. "Let's forget about the Smiths. It's just you and I now."
I eased up letting the pleasure spread through me. "Just you and I" I repeated in a whisper. Feeling the heat from our bodies. Nothing could take this moment away.
Hadn't Jeanine always said,'forget the past,a new future begins now' She was right, my future begins now.
With Dave and the life I always wanted.
No more second best. I was the Queen Bee now. I'll lead the life always destined for me. The one she stole from me. I always worked before I got from life but she got everything before she even asked.
Now Jeanine, I hope you see from whatever cracked up hole you are in. I won. Emma Brooke,the underprivileged won and you are Nothing.
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Below the shadow of the night,the burning words that were uttered, the abhorred act that was witnessed. The walls had ears and a eyes was within.
They weren't cognizant of the broken heart that was formed.
This was despicable, she was broken, crushed and killed all over again.