When Chris returned to his house, he had hardly reached for the keys in his pocket when the door opened. A girl smiled at him as she opened the door.
She took the coat from him and took out his slippers for him.
"How was your day?" she asked in a bright voice. He held her by her wrist and pushed her on the door. Her head hit the door leaving her stunned.
Sirens rang in her ears and she closed her eyes and gasped.
"You are not my wife. You are just a fuck toy who was brought here so that i can relieve my tension on you." he whispered in a low voice with dark eyes. His voice looked no more than the voice of a demon who had come to claim her life.
The girl gasped and nodded as she felt the pain. Only when she cowered did he let her go and entered the house.
"Where is Mrs Sinclair?" He looked around and did not find the housekeeper.
