She sobbed uncontrollably, wailing her lungs out. The loss of the man she loved seemed to drive her insane. Bob held the young widow tightly trying his level best to calm her down. He held her by her rotund behind and she felt delighted. Ella was a lass to die for, not even those who had erectile dysfunction could resist her. Her long silky hair lay carefully on her shoulders, perfect enough for men to run their fingers through during coitus. Her sexy smile masquerading a Jezebel was the perfect bait for her prey. Her bottoms protruded well enough to quench the thirst of any eye that desired optical nutrition. Talk of perfection.
Why would a woman be thrilled by a man caressing her in such a delicate moment? Was she not supposed to be moaning her husband who was yet to go cold in the mortuary? The devil must have gotten into her to tempt her this much. Maybe loneliness had started to get into her that soon for she was very fond of her husband. Within no time Bob was enjoying a hot ride on the couch consoling her for the loss. A few weeks later it was official she was the sole heir of Blinks group of companies as signed by her husband who had died mysteriously in a car accident. To strengthen their bond, Bob decided to invest in Ella’s companies as a family friend and as the new suitor to this irresistible lady.
Ella was an easy lay as long as her background check would satisfy her hunt. She would spend a fortune to hire an investigator to follow you up on your networth. She had perfected her skill having been a widow twice and inheriting a fortune. Poor Bob did not know what he was getting himself into. He was badly hooked and engulfed by her juicy legs. To him, the death of his friend was more of an opportunity to lay his widow than a moment of sadness. Ella had seduced him for long at the same time playing hard to get. This time round he had nailed her like he chest thumped, little did he know he had been nailed.
A financially endowed lady like Ella was a turn on to any equally stable man. She was far from being a gold digger, or so thought all men. She must have been a calm harmless lamb seeking solace and company from the loneliness of losing a husband. No one would suspect that she had colluded with a rogue mechanic to rip off the breaks in her husband’s car. In the other murder, having being married to an old man, she overdosed him to catalyze his heart problem and boom the poor man died of a heart attack. This awarded her a position as a top 30 under 30 influential billionaire.
Insatiable appetites are disastrous in the long run. She craved more power, wealth, and climbing the social class, possibly to the highest point of self-actualization. She had to work against time to bring down Bob without raising eyebrows. Her circle was so small with little contact with her friends and family. She had cut off her family completely and was fond of introducing herself as an orphan. It worked perfectly and earned her more sympathy in her preying; what a cold-hearted human being she was. The irony of it, she never felt an iota of sympathy and lived unperturbed.
Bob being a man of class was not all that naive. He had been through a rough divorce and a relationship that almost jeopardized his companies and wealth. He was a weak man when it came to women and his choices was quite wanting but he had learnt a lesson or two. Well, time was ticking and he was nearing the grave.He held an eye-opening meeting with his private investigator. He was prompted to hire one after his ex wife tried to murder him but she did not succeed leading to their divorce. From the report, Ella was not only into dirty business but also a widow in two occasions. He did further investigations and he was able to trace the mechanic responsible for his friend’s death. It dawned on him the reason why Ella had insisted on him consulting that specific mechanic. He would have hammered a nail on his own coffin.
Once there was enough evidence to put her in prison, Bob organized for a romantic dinner. Such moments thrilled her for she knew he would soon be leaving all his wealth to her. She was served a drink laced with sodium thiopental. Within no time she was answering to every question she was being asked unconsciously while being recorded. When she regained consciousness, she was in police custody.
The player had been played.