Left You Dead

105

Niall Paternoster was in a sunny mood, despite the darkness and the crappy weather. And his mood improved even further as he put the window back up, barely noticing the sparks of the remains of his fag in the rear-view mirrors as he drove into the car park.

Rebecca was already here!

He glanced happily at the Range Rover and thought about what lay ahead with his lover — his very adventurous lover. He liked that about her. A lot.

Sex with Eden, more recently, had become so bloody boring. So bloody unsexy. But with Rebecca — wow. It was the real deal!

He was pleased to see she’d parked in a discreet spot, shielded from most of the rest of the large car park by a temporary industrial unit. Only a few other vehicles in here, he clocked, looking around, making sure her husband’s car wasn’t one of them, spying on her. But there was only a Nissan Micra, a camper van and an empty dark-coloured saloon parked alongside it.

Pulling up close to the Range Rover, he reached into the door pocket and pulled out a pack of mints, popping one into his mouth. He felt the tingle of arousal deep in the pit of his stomach. In daylight he’d have had to wait to get out of the car until his swelling had subsided. But hey, in the darkness it was fine. Who could see it?

His phone pinged with a text.

Frowning, he texted back.

A reply came back seconds later.