Bradley breaks into Ria's house

Bradley had followed Ria back to the leafy suburbs about 5 miles west of the city centre. The drive through the bustling streets had given him time to compose himself, so he wasn't going to **** the issue tonight. Well, that was the plan. His throbbing obsession might override his conscience

Ria pulled up onto the driveway of a new-build family home with a neat front law and vivid flower beds. Bradley didn’t stop or slow down, instead he drove past careful not to stare.

He drove onto the next block and parked at the back of a row of closed shops. After a quick walk to burn off the pounds and caffeine he got back to his car and slept the night the best he could. A restless night of dreaming of Ria while in the discomfort of his three door electric rental.

The smartphone woke him from a restless sleep at 6am.

Bradly drove down to Ria’s street and parked just short of her house. At half seven he peered over a newspaper and watched Ria leave for work under a pale early morning sun. She looked totally fuckable as always in her white blouse and black pencil skirt that fell just short the knees of her slender model-like legs.

Hate and love flowed through his veins in equal measure. Brad knew Ria could never love him, but wanted to know why she didn't take his money for that one night with her? It was her suggestion. The rejection and confusion still burned in his innards.

Ria drove off in her expensive black SUV and her husband left the house 5 minutes later in a sport coupe.

Bradley gave it a few minutes then stepped out of his car and quietly closed the door behind him. .

He scooted up the path with his baseball cap shielding his face while carrying a parcel in his hands just to give him a pretend purpose to walk up the driveway.

The estate Ria and her husband lived on was expensive and exclusive, so the neighbours were kept apart by thick privacy hedges and mature broadleaves. Therefore, Bradley had more than a good chance of not being overlooked as he jimmied the lock of the side door with a screwdriver.

The door suddenly became ajar and Bradley finally gained entry into Ria’s inner world. The alarm beeped causing Bradley to sweat profusely as he entered the code into the keypad behind the door. He had got the code from the dark web…and it worked.

Now inside Bradley had no concrete plan but that made him more dangerous.

As Brad stepped further Inside the house, he picked up on the scent of Ria's personal life. The hint of her perfume still lingered in this well-kept house as did the smell of fresh ironing and burnt toast. He walked through the utility room straight into the kitchen where the sink was full of water with breakfast plates and cupsl left to soak

Bradley's gloved had opened the fridge and he took a peek inside. He took out a banana and peeled back the skin, eating the soft fruit as he walked around the ground floor at his leisure. The living room had a modern pale grey scheme, allied with the neatness, it looked more like a show house.

The couple were obviously neat and tidy, everything had its place. But then again he expected this from Ria. She was always impeccablly turned out but also from what little he had seen of her student bedroom online – it was always clean and tidy.

Ah… the bedroom.

Bradley tossed the banana skin into the bin by the TV chair then walked into the narrow hallways before climbing the carpeted stairs.

On the landing the air was still humid from the shower and the smell of perfume was stronger here. “She must have totally coated herself in it.”

Bradley poked his head into the bathroom and saw the mirror still half covered in condensation. He thought about signing his name on the mirror but did not quite have the nerve. He then noticed on the window ledge there was an open box with several what looked like ‘pens’ sticking out. On closer inspection he noticed they were unused pregnancy tests.

Curious to see if his fantasy was pregnant, Bradley opened the bathroom bin and amongst the used floss and dirty makeup pads was a test. His heartbeat raised and he picked up the test.

It was negative. He passed it under his nose but there was no longer an odour.

Bradley walked across the landing, the floorboards creaking under his boots. The small box room to his left seemed to be arranged into a prayer room with lots of idols of Hindu gods, so Bradley thought he best leave that room alone.

It was the main bedroom that Bradley wanted.

Bradley then set eyes on what he had been looking for.

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