Chapter 187 Not welcome - Caroline POV
I'm standing at the edge of the cemetary, watching from a distance how Jeffrey's family is grieving him. What a waste of good blood. If everything didn't go to shit, maybe him and Ben could've still been together while being married to women and have children. That would have been the perfect scenario in this case. I'm happy that he's dead though, he didn't deserve to breathe while my son was dead. On to the next one now.
The Bloombergs are very generous people, giving that rat Robert his job back here in the city. If I was him, I would have never returned to New York. Ben always chose his allies so well, but that one was a little bit of a problem, and he exposed how Ben worked to the police. We can't have someone like him roam the streets of the city, he needs to be dealt with.
I walk to my unassuming car, the one I have parked in a garage. Nobody even knows I can drive, but one has to keep a few cards up your sleeve. You never know when you might need all the skills.
I packed up the whole apartment, and sent Jeffrey's things to his family. All of it. All the nasty dildos and the underwear, let them see who their son really was. I moved all the cash from the safe to different locations. After all this is said and done, and I walk away unscathed, I might move to a country with a low living cost, maybe find me a boy toy with a big cock like my dearest stepson.
I have made my decision. Both Miguel and Benedict have to die. Why not erase the whole bloodline while I'm at it? The only good thing the Cargill name gave me was Ben, and he was taken away from me. Why should Miguel have happiness when he doesn't want me? Why should Benedict get to start over when he disregarded me the whole marriage?
No, all Cargills must die. The world will be a better place without their venomous blood roaming around.
I still have to figure out how to get closer to Madison. I will get such a thrill when she keels over and that bastard baby slides out of her, not given a chance to a life here on earth. The father remains a mystery still, it must be that dead model then. They will be happy to join him in the afterlife.
It's much more difficult following rich people, especially her, because she's very protected, her security ramped up since Katherine died.
I have so much freedom now that Benedict is not home. I check his office every day to hear if he hasn't come back, but his secretary says the same thing every day. Mr. Cargill is having virtual meetings with clients and employees.
Where did he go? And what did he find in Samuel's bedroom for him to leave so abruptly?
"Can I get you another one?" The bartender smiles flirtatiously at me at the bar I go to that night. He's cute, maybe I should come back here sone time and indulge.
"Please." I lick my lips, notifying him that I'm definitely interested.
He must think I'm some rich woman wanting a lay. He's not wrong. Tonight I intend to kill two birds with one stone.
I get up to go to the bathroom, the powder already in my hands when I see Robert receiving his drink from the bartender on the other side of the bar. He's laughing with his finance friends, like he didn't stab Ben in the back.
I have to walk past them to get to the bathroom, and I accidently bump into Robert. He steadies me with his free hand, concern in his gaze as I pour the rapidly dissolving powder into his drink.
"Are you okay?" He asks, frowning down at me. "Do I know you? You look familiar."
"Oh no, I'm so sorry." I smile and make my way to the ladies, checking my immaculate appearance with a smile.
I down my drink at the bar and wink at the smiling bartender before I leave and drive over to Robert's apartment, waiting for someone to come out so I can slid inside. My beautiful son was just too smart for words, keeping keys and cards for all his people, and I let myself in. It doesn't take long for Robert to come staggering through the door, one of his colleagues wishing him well at the door.
"Fuck!" He falls on the couch, and I walk up to him, my heels clicking on the tiled floor.
"Hello Robert." I help him get his jacket, shirt and tie off, all the while he has a very confused look on his face, but he's not complaining through his drugged state getting nice and naked for me.
He's not bad looking, his dick is not Miguel's, but nobody's is, and he will just have to do for the night.
"Did you....did you come home with me?" His words are slightly slurred, but his cock is hard and that is all we need from him right now.
"You don't remember?" I take my clothes off, lifting my leg and putting it on the back of the couch, grabbing his head to lick me. "Lick my pussy, Robery, we're going to have some fun before you die."
He does what I say, my words not quite registering with him. His tongue is disorientated and sloppy, so I push him on his back and straddle him, guiding his dick to my entrance and sinking down on him. He moans loudly, the drugs making him very horny and his dick impossibly hard.
A human is just so much better than any battery operated toy, and I can hold onto him as I rise and fall on his dick, my pussy getting wetter by the second as I enjoy this young man that fell into my lap.
"Don't know your name." He moans out, and I laugh as I rub my clit in time to my thrusts, going faster until I clench around him and cum on a long moan.
Why did Ben hide these amazing drugs from me for so long?
"I want more." His head lolls onto the cushion. He's losing consciouness, but I slap him with my gloved hand.
"One more organsm, Robert." I wished the drugs didn't do that, but beggars can't be choosers, and he passes out while I rub another one out while bouncing on him.
When I'm done, I struggle to get him to sit upright and pour the other drugs down his throat. I clean him up meticulously, we can't be leaving DNA on him, and I watch as his chest stops moving.
What a pity. He could've made a good husband for someone one day if he didn't run his mouth.
It felt so good to be fucked too, maybe I should go back to that bar and wait for that bartender to get off for the night.