Synthia was sick of it. She wanted Jhon more than anything else. She wanted to be with him. To love him. To make love to him. She wante him so bad, it was hard to breathe. She had come up with a plan to get what she wanted. "Donni! While your mom is out with Sophie and Adelynn, Im takin care of you! Now come eat!" Synthia yelled out. The little boy came running. He sat in one of the many chairs and stomped a fist on the table. "Wheres My food?!" He cried. She set down a plate of eggs, only to receive a blow to the arm and a fierce whine. "I want cereal!!" Donni screamed. "How about you have some applejuice?" Synthia sai with a sneaky smile. She poured the juice in a glass, her back to him, and pulled put a small cylinder filled with white powder. She sprinkled the powder, then grabbed a straw and stirredbut in. She handed it to the little boy. "Drink up."
"Synthia! Where is Donni! He has a play date with the Mayor's son!" Addison barked in a snobby accent. Synthia turned off the vacuum cleaner and walked over to Mrs. Stevenson. "Umm... He just finished his lunch, why don't you...go check his room." She said with a sideways glance. She followed Addison up the stairs. She watched as Addison screamed when she walked into her son's room, and foun him laying on the ground, eyes open, staring at the ceiling. "What did you do to him?!" Addison screamed. Synthia tilted her head back and let a laugh escape her lips. She withered a knife from her maid's apron. "Don't worry Mrs. Stevenson! You'll be with your son soon enough."
Jhon opened the door to his richly furnished house and found two candles at the entrance. He shut the door and followe the trail of rose petals that leaded up the stairs. "This doesn't seem anything like what Addison would do, but ok," he said to him self, removing his hat and jacket as he walked. The petals stopped at the entrance to his bedroom. He snickered and began to unbutton his shirt. He opened the door to find Synthia laying on his bed, with only a small, black, silk dress on. Her hair was Sprawled across her face in small wisps and the small candles danced on her skin. A devilish smile crept onto her face. His breathe became deep and fast. He took long strides over to the bed and climbed on top of her. He began to kiss her, softly at first, but then more urgently. More agressively. "Synthia," he whispered against her lips. He sat up suddenly. "What about my wife? What about Donni?". Synthia got onto her knees and shoved him backwards onto the bed. She sat on his chest, legs bent and spread apart, one on each side of him, straddling him. "Dont worry Jhon, they... Are taken care of." The End ]£$$
Ooo was that a double meaning? Lol I wanna be the antagonist in all of your stories!!! I LOVE IT!!!
Short, choppy sentences, not much of a constructive plot... I have a whole list, but then again, the author hasn't really been on FF at all lately. :3 And I am fucking glad.