Chapter 2 SUSPICIONS.

CHAPTER 2: SUSPICIONS.

Trevor returned home by 8pm that night, having taken a walk to the beach as he did always, to clear his head of the humiliation he suffered at the funeral. This wasn't the first though, but it was the first time it happened so publicly. The beach was where he could vent out his frustrations and troubles. Sure enough, going there proved effective.

Getting home, he found that the door was unlocked, was no one in the living room, and everything still looked kept and in their rightful position.

'Obviously, it wasn't long Elizabeth returned.' Trevor thought to himself, frowning.

He walked to the kitchen, opened the fridge and just stared into the almost empty fridge. Closing it, he sat down on the stool set beside the granite island in the middle of the kitchen.

All day he hadn't eaten anything meal substantial enough. All he ate was what was the buffet made available by the caterers. And now, he was hungry. He chose not to leave the house that night to get something to eat.

"I'm not going die if I don't eat." He mumbled inaudibly.

Then he walked up the stairs but halted when he got to the door of the bedroom. He stretched out his hand to grip the door knob and turn it open to enter in, but froze.

He heard the shower running. Obviously, Elizabeth was freshening up. She always tried to keep her body clean, especially after having such a long day. Trevor needed to take a shower too, but he didn't want to see his wife. He couldn't tell if his wife would go another spree of dehumanizing insults.

To save himself such trouble, he refrained from entering his bedroom, going downstairs to the living room. He smelled awful, but he'd rather smell so than go through such an experience. This was such a sorry situation.

He turned on the TV, tuning to a sports channel, just to preoccupy his mind. Minutes later, he was startled when he heard, "Go take a shower! Gosh, you look awful." Elizabeth scoffed, not because she really cared for his wellbeing, but because she felt irritated. He was irritating enough to her, just being him.

"Yeah... I'll, I'll do that." Trevor muttered incoherently.

Elizabeth rolled her eyes, looking away as she headed to the kitchen, opening a cabinet to get a snack, Pringles, to snack on before bed.

Trevor dashed to the bedroom, pulling his clothes he realized how indeed he smelled awful. Then he got into the shower and had a warm bath, just standing as the water ran down his face to his feet.

Returning to the living room, with the snack in one hand, Elizabeth sat on a different couch from the 3 seater couch Trevor was on.

"Pathetic." She scoffed in disdain, changing the channel to something else which she fancied.

Finishing up from the shower, Trevor got into something more comfortable, his pyjamas, and rolled into bed. Although hungry, the warmth from the duvet and comfort from the bed abated that feeling, drifting him to sleep. Moments later, not totally unconscious, he felt something creeping on his body.

Not long after, tingling sensations ran through Trevor's body like electricity, which startled him, causing him to jerk back to full consciousness.

"What the hell!" He shove whatever that was in fright, but it was Elizabeth's cold hands.

"Shh! It's me." Elizabeth ran her cold hands underneath Trevor's pyjamas, from his hairy chest and was headed down reaching for his male member.

'How can she treat me like trash during the day and at night, have the courage to come at me for sex?' Trevor thought perplexedly, but it had been a while since he enjoyed such from her, or anyone else. So he shoved aside his thoughts and went with the flow.

Seeing how Trevor eased up, Elizabeth had more boldness to proceed. She was horny, and needed a way to quench her desire. All this wasn't for the sake of Trevor, and he knew it, but oh well, he also needed this. He laid there as Elizabeth got on top of him straddling herself, bending her head, she kissed him, moaning passionately.

She didn't pull off Trevor's shirt, she went straight for his pants, pulling ripping it off of him like a voracious carnivore, pouncing on him again as she straddled on him. She liked being dominant, but Trevor couldn't care less at this point. She pulled off her light grey shirt exposing her perky breasts, giving Trevor a wonderful sight to behold.

Taking Trevor's male member with her left hand, she guided it, gently thrusting it into her vagina, making her moan again in pleasure. She began bouncing slowly and increased her pace.

"Yeah. Right there. Right there!" She moaned in pleasure.

Trevor enjoyed the ride, fondling her breasts with both hands, moaning in pleasure as well.

"Uh-huh. Yeah baby. Give it to me Frank." Elizabeth said, enjoying every bit of what was happening.

'Frank? I'm not Frank! So who the heck is that?' Trevor wondered in his thoughts disconnecting him momentarily from the mutual flow and rhythm with his wife, by the mention of that name. As always, he shoved the thought aside and got back into ecstasy of the moment.

Five minutes into the sex, they both climaxed together, moaning out loud in unison, as Elizabeth fell on him out of exhaustion. It had been as though they ran a marathon, both of them sweating on that cold night. She kissed him rolling over to her side of the bed, the left side, taking in a deep breath, letting out her exhaustion.

"Gosh, I needed this." Elizabeth said, smiling at Trevor who just stared at her, barely blinking, as though he had never seen her before.

A new ray of hope shone from within him, he saw possibility of rekindling the love they used to have in their marriage. He just laid there wishing that the moment would last forever.

Elizabeth laid on her side as Trevor wrapped his arms around her from behind, as they both drifted to sleep.

By the next morning, Elizabeth woke up, opening her eyes to see Trevor already awake, watching her sleep.

"What are you staring?" She questioned in a soft tone of voice, feeling awkward at his gaze.

"I've missed you." Trevor said with puppy dog eyes. She could see the love in his eyes, what happened the previous night didn't mean anything to her, but it meant a lot to Trevor.

She gracefully got out of bed, wrapping herself with her pyjamas as she walked to the bathroom. She left Trevor in bed without replying him. He should have felt bad, but he was still hopeful, thinking to himself, 'We're off to a good start.' How naive he was.

While in the bathroom, Elizabeth's phone rang. It's was set on silent mode so it only vibrated, and she couldn't hear it from way over there in the bathroom. Turning aside to look at the phone he saw the caller's name, it was Frank, and that struck a chord in him.