"If I get married, I want to be very married." — Audrey Hepburn

Max's POV

"This is not the place I pictured this fucking cunt should be!" Jun hissed under his breath as he strode pass me, heading towards the old building, in an old neighbourhood.

Zombies everywhere, and seeing these people wasting their life with fentanyl made my stomach turned.

"We don't have all day, Max!" Jun called and I ripped my eyes off the group of men and women with the influence of the brain-eating-drug, huddled together on one filthy corner, next to a big rusty trash metal box. Head hang low, shoulders sagged, like they were on their lowliest level of their life which was certainly the truth, if you ask me.

Pile of their shits scattered next their feet, and they are all in their own fantasy world. 

And then my attention darted to one who just stuck his head into one of the metal bin's hole, and hurled.

My nose crinkled instantaneously, and even though I'm a few feet away, it seemed that I could smell and taste the putrid scent.

I quickly looked away.

I followed Jun in haste when he disappeared into a door. 

The first floor was abandoned. The second floor was occupied by an elderly couple, and on the third floor, a computer station.

The owner was a gangly man with a long beard, dark eyes, and pale skin. He was dressed like the 80's, dark maroon baggy pants, paired with maroon coat and white shirt under. And I think he had used the whole bottle of pomade, his dark shaggy hair gleaming under the old bulb over his head.

My eye scanned the small room with five computer stations. The smell of smoke, dope, and other scents which I can only conclude, a mixture of varieties of manly cologne mixed with their sour sweats, and I wanted to hurl. 

I tried to hold my breath, but I could only do it for a short period of time. 

I periodically hold my breath while my eyes darted to every part of the room. Jun seemed to not notice the unpleasant smell while he catalogue everything going on inside.

Only a piece of wood separating each computers stations. A long line of computers lined against the wall.

The crammed cashier station where the man was standing behind it was placed directly at the entrance.

The man's beady eyes in a dither as he avoided to make eye contact. My eyebrow shot up when I noticed him drumming his finger against the wood frame of the table. His agitated stare anxiously flitting between us and Jun.

"How can I help you, sir?" he asked, and finally focuses his attention to Jun.

My eyes swept the room again as Jun threw questions at the man who we just found out the owner.

There was two teens occupying two computers, with headphones covering their ears and submerged in their own world, not minding what was happening around them.

"Do you have a log in list for your customers?" Jun asked in his deep menacing tone.

The man stood straight, his stance becoming rigid.

"Sorry, but my customers just come and go. All I care is for them to pay the hour they used my computer."

My jaws clenched.

I noticed Jun scanning the place, his keen eyes sweeping up and down the place, surely not missing anything happening inside.

My eyes followed his sharp gaze, scanning every corner, looking for cameras, but finding none. I frowned.

How on earth this place has no surveillance cameras. Most business establishments carries cameras.

"I'll rent the five systems," Jun ordered in a low growl, his disappointments and frustrations obvious in his tone.

The man nodded his head, and scampered around his desk, and anxiously guided Jun and I towards the line of PCs.

The man was a couple shorter than Jun with his 6 foot 4.

And he looked like stick next to Jun's brawny frame. 

I shook my head. 

With confusion and frustrations with the realization that this merry chase that damned bitch set seemingly useless. My head wasn't focused and noticed all these trivial things such as the man's body.

Two hours later, Jun's frustrations increasing. I texted my wife to let her know we are not done yet, and asked her what is she doing.

I missed her and not seeing her always made me anxious.

After what happened to her that night, almost got hit by a car, and now knowing that someone from my past is coming after her, I couldn't concentrate on anything.

I'm scared shitless. I don't care if they come after me. Just the thought of her getting harmed, it made me so angry, and at the same time, terrified.

My heart felt tight and literally hurting from just thinking about it.

I quickly erased that thought, and I'm more determined to find that person before he or she gets to my wife. Whoever that bitch has to go through my dead body before she gets to her. 

"What are you looking?" the man, Husky who's name we found out an hour later, asked.

Jun just gave him a cold, intimidating look.

"Oh,  I forgot, I need to do something," Husky quickly reasoned out as he scampered back to his station without  a backward glance, avoiding Jun's growing temper.

As soon as the man was out of a hearing distance, Jun spoke. 

"Whoever that fucking cunt is, she's a tech wiz," Jun clenched his jaw.

Frustrated and disappointed, Jun and I left the computer station and out the building, we scanned the area.

There were old apartments lined up closed to the road, which was in a worst state that the one behind us and across the road.

On the side walk, the number of zombies kept growing. 

And then, my eyes caught a petite frame wearing a black hoodie behind a post, and when she saw me, she quickly pulled her hoodie down to cover her whole face, and then turned abruptly when she saw me looking at her.

It was a few meters away. Short and petite, I am sure she's a female.

"Hey!" I called out, rushing to catch to her before I lost her in sight.

She disappeared in an alley between the two apartment building, Jun tailing behind me.

An hour later, Jun and I slumped against the dirty wall of the convenient store, catching our breath.

A few of his men was still out there helping out to find that cunt in a black hoodie, but she just like disappear into thin air.

"Oh fuck!" I hissed in ragged breath, still panting.

I drew in a deep harsh breath trying to control my heart who was beating 300 a mile.  

"Are you sure it was a woman?" Jun panted, and I shook my head. 

Honestly, I couldn't really tell if she was a she. I just assumed because of her small stature.

"She's petite and short. She doesn't look like a man," I replied in a clipped tone.

When our breathing was back to normal, once again, our eyes swept the area looking for that cunt.

It was a busy street.

Honks and engine roaring, filling the polluted air. People coming from everywhere.

I checked on my phone, and my wife hasn't texted me back.

With a clenched jaw, I stashed my phone back in my pocket, and then decided we are done tonight.

I need to go home before Angelik divorce me.

The sun is setting, and I'm starving.

I texted Marshall, and found out that my wife was now helping out at the nursing home. 

Frustrations and disappointment on this chase, anger, and fear balled into one turned into fury, and now is directed to my stubborn wife. Knowing that she was out there, not caring about anything, about her safety, and about her husband whom she will leave behind if they got her. 

"SHIT!" I hissed.

"I'm done!" I growled, and Jun wasn't happy either.

"Go home. I'm going to find that twat!" Jun growled furiously.

Pushing myself up away from the wall, I caught the black thing flying towards my face before I heard Jun's words, here's my car key. I caught it reflectively.

Jun grinned at me and I cursed him.

If I missed that key fob, I'll surely be sporting a small black and blue map on my face for days. 

I headed towards the path where we left our car, back at the computer place, ringing my wife's number a lot of times, even if I knew she left her phone at home.

I called Marshall but he wasn't answering which only fuelled my growing frustrations.

And when I saw her, all emotions rolled into one, making my chest tight and heavy.

Fury dominated though, for the worst turn of our day. For our fucking unproductive day, and I blow it off out on her before I realized my mistake.

But my worst day ended us on our bed, fucking my frustrations out until our body couldn't move, and after multiple orgasms, I rolled off her, bringing her on top of me, my arms still wrapped around her delicate form. Sticky and sweaty.

My limp cock is still inside her, and I could stay inside her warm tight heat forever. I could feel our combined juices dripping down from where we are connected and down my balls. It felt good to be honest. 

"I need a shower," I heard her rasped as she tried to pull herself up, but I pulled her back down against my sweaty chest, feeling my cock hardening again.

"I'm not done yet," I grunted gutturally, my voice deep and full of lust.

"Seriously?" she chuckled but her voice was as aroused as mine.

I'm really not sure where all that pent up sex coming from.

"Isn't it this is what married couple do all the time?" I tried to joke, and kissed her neck, filling my lungs with her intoxicating scent. Sweet and musky.

She giggled. "You are bad, but..." her last words in a hum as I dragged my lips down her neck to her shoulder, then lick her skin. "I like it hubby..." she moaned, her face burrowing against my neck.

"Yes!" I grunted huskily, and then ground my hard as steel cock, feeling her walls tight and warm, and so fucking delicious. Like a melted butter around me, coating me, hugging me tight and I felt her everywhere.

"Oh my God, Max! That's..." she paused when I pulled out, and then gasped when I thrust back inside her tight slick walls. "Oh yes! Yes!" she cried as she arches her back, grinding her pelvis closer, against mine groin, seeking more friction, more connection and I felt my cock kissing her cervix. "I don't know what did you do... for such stamina..., but I take it..." she moaned and grunted in a broken sentences.

"Baby, even if you're just breathing, my cock respond like a starve fucking animal!" I chuckled, and one hand grabbed the back of her head, and pulled her down, kissing her thoroughly. Our tongue fucking,  and she melted into me. Her fingers digging into my chest as she met my tongue with the same intensity.

And again, we both shattered in a blissful oblivion, tiny sparks of lights dancing at the back of my eyes before darkness and reality sunk in.

When I recovered, I got off the bed, and saw our juices all over our mattress, and just seeing that making my hard cock again.

Insane, but knowing it was mine and hers, it was very arousing.

"Seriously, we need a shower," she chuckled amusedly as she followed my gaze.

Her cheeks turned pink even more, and she suddenly became shy as she tried to get up from the bed.

I walked over to her side and then without any preamble, I scooped her up.

She squealed in surprised, her hands curling around my neck as she berated me. Her voice though was as angry as she looked like.

We showered together. I washed her, ignoring my cock twitching just touching all her softness, the slope of her body that I loved so much. When she was squeaky clean, I washed myself. 

She offered to wash me, but I refused since I don't know if I could resist her. She'll be sore tomorrow for sure.

She stayed though in the shower with me as she watched me with her hooded eyes, watching my hands running up and down my body, rinsing every nook and crook, trying so damn hard to ignore her hungry eyes lusting over my body.

"So what happened today? You look so restless?" she asked after a while.

I turned the shower off, and then helped her out, taking a towel, I dried her up first, and then wrapped her up with the towel. 

"Shitty day!" I hissed as I grabbed another towel and dry myself up.

Her forehead furrowed, eyes full of question, but she stayed quiet. Waiting for me to continue.

"We didn't catch her," I added.

"She?" she questioned, her eyes still on me. I dried my hair as I answered.

"Yes," nodding.

"How does she look like?" she frowned, and then headed towards the door as I followed her.

"Small... petite..." I answered, my voice trailing off, uncertainty lace in my voice.

She turned and looked up at me.

She looked so delicious, and I wanted her again. Again and again.

"I want to know how she look like. Is she beautiful. Like Earnestine?" she asked, one eyebrow cocked up. 

"I didn't really see the face, she was wearing a hoodie and it was covering her face. And she was a few meters away. All I saw is that she's short and petite," I expounded, and she stared at me, perusing the sincerity of my words before nodding.

I heard her belly growled, and that's when I realized I'm famished too.

"Let's just order some food," I suggested and she agreed by nodding her head without turning to look at me. 

As she get changed, I went to search for my pants which was laying on the floor in a heap next to her clothes. I picked them up, and then looked for my phone in my jean's pocket before tossing the dirty laundry into the hamper. 

And I brought my wife's tiny piece of lacy garment to my nose before tossing it in the pile. My cock instantly hardened like steel as soon as her sweet, tangy, and musky scent reached my nostril.

"Fuck!" I hissed to myself, realizing what I just done.

As of today, I turned into a starved maniac.

And a sexaholic.

Was that term even existed?

Shaking my head, I quickly dialled one of our favorite restaurant.

I decided we will have Chinese tonight.

The next few days, my time was consumed chasing the bitch. Jun found something about her, and added to my frustrations, my wife keep coming back to the nursing home. Telling me she was bored at home, and with her securities in tow, she spent her time with Mrs. Debra.

I came home one night, and found my wife in our washroom, next to the toilet bowl. Her face was pale. She looked defeated.

My body suddenly tensed up and in a flash, I was next to her, crouching.

"Baby, what's wrong?" I asked, already checking her eyes, body, and pulses.

She swatted my hand angrily.

"I hate you!" she hissed, and I smelled her vomit.

My eyes suddenly snapped to her as she pulled herself up, avoiding to look at me.

She's pregnant?

My head spun at the realization. Fear coiled in my gut. 

Now, I'm even more terrified. 

My wife and now our baby.

And then small black dots flashing at the back of my eyes. I mindlessly sunk on the floor before I plunge into darkness.

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