Keith stopped, his eyes were fixed on the little girl who had just run to a stop in front of him and was looking at Donna fondly. She had clutched in her little hand a stuffed penguin and a smile on her face. “Are we mummy?” she asked again.
Keith turned slowly to face Donna, surprise and anger painted on his face. Donna licked her lips and wriggled her hand free of Keith’s grip, purposely avoiding his gaze, she ran forward and dropped down in front of the girl to scoop her up, then she stood.
“Yes, darling, mummy has work to do now and we will have to leave.” she rocked the girl as she spoke.
“But you promised we would spend the whole day.” The child grumbled.
“I know baby, Mummy is sorry.”
She then turned to face Keith who stood rooted in shock, surprise and anger. He looked at her and then turned to look at Wayne who was already making his way to where they stood. He brought his attention back to the little girl whose focus was on her stuffed toy. It was unmistakable, the color of the hair on the little girl’s head was an unmistakable red; she had to be Donna’s daughter.
He did not remove his angry gaze from her emerald green eyes that seemed to plead with him not to make her leave with him. He felt hurt and betrayed that she could keep a secret as big as this from him, the fact that she had a child, he felt stupid that he could not have known. Wayne must be the father, he had to be, estranged maybe and he was trying to get back together with Donna and his daughter.
Keith fisted his palms and gritted his teeth, now there were more things piling up on her plate which she would need to explain to him, and as much as he wanted to still drag her away with him back to the office, he reasoned not to, he was just too upset and angry to keep a cool temperament, he would deal with her tomorrow, right now he just wanted to leave here.
He turned and walked away from them, making his way to his car. He didn’t waste a single second and raced out of the park immediately, raising dust as he sped.
* * * * * * *
He heard whimpering before he opened the door to his room and when he saw Laura sitting by his bed, his anger flooded down on him afresh. He marched up to her as she bolted up from the bed.
“Keith! How could you attack me because of a mere secretary?!” she charged at him, feeling so emboldened that she had not taken note of his countenance.
He rushed up to her and grabbed her by the neck, pushing back until he had her pinned down on the bed. Laura choked and grabbed a hold of his hand. She looked at him wide-eyed and in shock and it was only then she noticed his anger, fear registered in her brain and she immediately calmed down, not wanting to rile him up any further for the simple reason that it was her neck that was in his now tightening grip.
“Keith?” she managed to call out his name.
“You don’t touch what is mine.” He seethed and he squeezed his hand tighter around her neck, pushing her into the bed more without caring if he was hurting her. “Nobody touches what is mine.”
“I’m… sorry…” she choked and clawed at his hand. “…it’s… hurting…”
He growled and snapped his teeth at her, his fangs extended and Laura’s fear grew as she frantically clawed at his hand in desperation. She tried to push him off her but only succeeded in tearing his shirt with her claws, injuring him, and drawing blood. He hissed at her and grabbed both her hands, pinning them down easily above her head with his other hand.
Laura began to whimper and thrash about on the bed but he managed to hold her down with the weight of his body, she could feel the air gradually being sucked out of her lungs. Her eyes welled up in tears and she began to sob.
“Keith…”
He gritted his teeth, the image of Donna and the child tormented his memories, and then there was the man she had been with before he had seen the child. The thought of her with the man irked him, only causing his anger to grow. He looked down at Laura underneath him, her face had turned red now and she cried, immediately he let go of her neck.
She sucked in air and coughed, Keith didn’t wait for her to regain herself, he grabbed a hold of the collar of the dress she was wearing and yanked it, it ripped easily, exposing the fact that she was not wearing any bra underneath. Laura gasped and twisted her body, trying to shield herself away from him but he only growled at her. He continued ripping the dress until she was completely exposed underneath him.
She shivered and felt goosebumps rise all over her body as she watched Keith’s hungry and lustful eyes roam her. His fingers clutched her panties and he ripped them off easily. His hunger and attitude aroused her and she gasped in anticipation. He looked her in the eye as his fingers made their way in between her thighs, and without fondling nor warning, thrust two fingers in.
Laura gasped and let out a shrill cry, throwing her head back. Keith continued, faster, repeatedly and without rhythm, he growled and bared his fangs at her, occasionally groaning as he watched her writhe beneath him and pleasure arose in him; this was only part punishment for her touching what was his.
All through, he had Donna in mind, the child.
Her child.
Her betrayal.
And the anticipation of seeing her in the office tomorrow. Everything riled him up and he transferred all his aggression onto Laura who was squirming underneath him in more pain than she was experiencing pleasure.
Today was Laura, and tomorrow would be Donna as he calculated in his head the right punishment that he would be serving to his precious secretary come morning.