The Invitation & The First Murder

She suppressed the lump in her throat, her eyes teared up, "Landon, I tried to convince myself that each strike from you would be the last, that it was a mere mistake, but I tried..."

"But you still love me," he interjected, taking her warm, soft hands in his, feeling her tremble. He ignored it, slowly caressing her soft hand with his. He had missed her - the softness of her skin, her sweet lips, her perfect breasts, her nipples, her soft moans, and most of all, her beautiful tight pussy that was uniquely crafted for him.

He could still vividly picture how it looked - her pubic hair, brown, bushy, soft, gathered around and across her soft flesh, and how it tasted as he licked her, drank in her wetness, nibbled and sucked on it like his life depends on it. Fuck yeah! His whole life depends on it. He missed her scent, her hair, everything about Laurie - everything about the woman sitting in front of him.

He yearned to be inside her, his body fiercely responding to her mere presence in the restaurant. His cock still throbbed just by looking at her. He missed the feel of her soft breasts in his palm, his thick cock impaled in her tight, soft vagina, thrusting deep and slow, filling her to the brim. His balls slapped against her entrance, his pubic hair intertwining with hers, as he thrust into her like a mad man.

Her moans and cries of pleasure echoed in his ears as he pounded his cock into her sweet pussy, her wetness flowing down his shaft, filling the room and his nostrils, only making him want her more - his cock yearning for her, letting her know that she belonged to him and him alone.

"I did," she gently removed her hands from his and reached into her bag, pulling out an envelope. "I'd appreciate it if you could come too," she placed the envelope on the table. Mission accomplished.

Landon slowly picked up the envelope, discovering an invitation letter for her marriage to Alex.

In three days they were slated to tie the knot, Landon read the content with a heavy heart, unable to believe what his eyes were beholding.

"Laurie," he called out softly, his eyes filled with agony. His heart was already breaking, the realization of never having a chance with her hitting him with full force. His palms became clammy and his eyes welled up with tears. Landon paid no heed to the curious glances being thrown their way at the restaurant. The only person that mattered was Laurie. She was the most important person in his life, always and forever.

She stood up, apologized and walked away, out of his sight, out of the restaurant, and out of his life forever.

Hot tears streamed down Landon's cheeks as he closed his eyes and covered his face with his palms, trying to will away the tears. The hope of his love had been in vain. He felt torn and trampled upon.

Minutes later, he signaled the waiter and slurred out, "A bottle of dark rum, please."

He drank until it was well past midnight, drowning his sorrow and pain with strong, throat stinging alcohol, dragging himself outside the bar, staggering with a bottle of dark rum, he stopped a cab and telling the driver his address. He laid back in the seat, crying his heart out until they reached his destination. Landon couldn't help but feel envious of Alex, who had the courage to pursue Laurie.

He couldn't help but feel envious of Alex for having the courage to pursue Laurie. For being man enough to love her just the way she wanted. For being enough to satisfy her every desire. The bastard took Laurie away from him, her body and her soul.

As he leaned over to the driver, he blurt out another address to the driver, he successfully managed to stumble out the proper directions. Paying the driver with all the money he had, Landon dragged himself out of the taxi and slowly made his way to the house.

With every step, he took a swig from his bottle of rum, boosting his confidence and fueling his ego. Finally, he stood at the doorway and finished off the remaining contents of the bottle before knocking.

After a few seconds, the door opened to reveal a young man who couldn't have been more than a year older than Landon.

"Yes?" the man asked.

Without hesitation, Landon smashed his empty bottle down heavily on the man's head, the glass shattering into thousands of pieces and splitting his skull with a loud crack. The man stumbled backwards and fell to the ground as blood poured freely from his head. Landon nonchalantly let himself into the house, a warm smile forming on his lips.

For the sake of pure pleasure, he knelt beside the man and took in the view of his writhing and moaning figure. A devilish grin crept onto Landon's face as he drove the jagged end of a shattered bottle into the man's stomach.

Landon stood there, relishing the sight of the man's futile attempts to crawl away and the crimson pool of his blood forming at his feet. Eventually, the man grew tired and stopped struggling, accepting his defeat, his life slipped out of him.

Landon's excitement knew no bounds as he gazed towards the bedroom stairs. He quickly made his way to the bedroom, not bothering to knock as he burst in. There, he saw her fast asleep on the bed. "Poor child," Landon murmured, knowing she must have been exhausted.

He tiptoed to her bedside and slipped in beside her, ready to make her his forever. Breathing in the sweet scent of her hair, Landon's heart swelled with joy. They would finally be together, going on a romantic vacation to any country of her choice and making passionate love. She belonged to him now, full of love and admiration, only for him.