Chapter 10
Riddick ran downstairs, too angry to face anyone at this point. As he went to the rec room to work out and watch some TV, Jean was already in there pumping away on the weights. Rolling his eyes at the figure he went to the other weight bench and start his routine. Jean looked over at him then began to laugh. "Somethin funny?" Riddick demanded. "Hell yeah! It's good to see you excited about something Riddick, something besides your revenge and hatred. This is good, Gillian's enough to turn any guy from revenge." "You think I don't hate her?" "You'd be a fool to." Jean replied calmly as he put the weights back in their place then he continued with a more serious look, "Wake up Riddick. You have something that not every man can get. You need to drop this whole 'Hellax must die' shit and make a family man! You have a lovely wife that can give you beautiful babies." "Jean." Riddick said evenly. "Yeah?" "Shut tha fuck up." Riddick smiles. Jean turns swiftly to Riddick and charges toward him. "What?" he said. "You heard me." Riddick said as he got up to meet Jean's gaze.
Jack rushes into Riddick and Gillian's room. "Gill you gotta help me!" "What, what's wrong?" "It's Riddick and Jean. They're fighting!" Gillian gets out of bed and rushes to the hall. "Where are they?" "They're in the rec room." The girls ran in and saw the two men tussling on the floor. Jack was getting worried, Jean was a strong man but he was still no match for Riddick. "Jean stop it!" Jack cried. Gillian looked at the worry in Jack's eyes and ran back to the kitchen. Jack looked at her run away but only for a second before the sound of something crashing caught her attention. Gillian came back with a bucket in hand. "What tha hell is that for!" Jack said in desperation. "What do you do when cats start to fight and you wana stop it?" Gillian said casually. "You throw ice water on them." He continues as she flings the contents on them. The fighting stopped immediately. Coughing and spitting they got up, drenched in water and blood oozing from noses, lips, and eyebrows. Jack ran to Jean and immediately stared to scold him. He ignored her as he walked out of the room, but that didn't stop her from yelling at him every step of the way. Riddick and Gillian were left in the room. "You're pathetic." She said, "here let me clean this up for you." She said. He began to smile 'Good, she's catching on.' She went over like she was about to pick up something but she stopped in front of him. "Oops, I forgot. That's slave work." She whips around and whips her hair in his face. His smile soon fades.
The next day they didn't even speak to each other. This suited them both just fine. Riddick left by lunchtime to look at improvements to needed to be made around Lanka 3. This was one of the rare times that he didn't mind going. He couldn't stand the sight of her anymore. She was arrogant and too feisty for her own good. So why did he care? By the time he got back it was almost dinnertime; as soon as he got through the door he was calling for someone to tell him where his wife was. She was at the pool. With that knowledge churning in his head he could hardly contain himself. He wondered if she was wearing that bathing suit from the pool party. Going up for a quick shower it was all he could think of. After coming out of the bathroom to changed he noticed out of one of the big windows that she was walking up the large garden to the main house. She had on another stringy number, but it was black with flames coming up from the breasts patches. Her hair was down and wet, covering only the tops of her firm breasts. Her Towel was wrapped low around her waist. Bare footed she paused for a moment. She must have stepped on something because she passed and started to pick at her feet. Seconds later she continued her way up to the house. Riddick just sat and watched her until she was totally out of sight. He knew she must have been coming up to change so he had to hurry and get out. Pacing around the room he could find anything to put on. There he was naked, hard as a rock, and running around for clothes. "Fuck!" he hissed to himself. It was too late she was coming in. With a cat like grace he was in her closet and for one of the first times in his life, he was scared. She came through the door humming. She threw the towel on the floor and moved to her dresser mirror. He kept his eyes on her the whole time. Reaching around her back she pulled the tie to her bathing suit top. His breath caught in his throat. She took the top off exposing her breasts; he tried so hard to suppress a moan. Opening a drawer, she rummaged through it to pull out a pair of white French lace panties. He blinked lazily, he couldn't believe what he was seeing, what he really couldn't believe was that he couldn't take his eyes away. Next she stripped off the bikini bottoms off. He shapely heart shaped ass looked absolutely delectable to him. Sweat began to pool on his forehead; wiping it away he licked his lips as she slipped the material up her calves, thighs, then until it clung to her ass. Slowly he moved his hand down to his erection; slowly he rubbed it making sure it wasn't enough to make him moan...too loudly. She reached in the drawer again to get a lacy camisole. It was the same material as the panties but it was thinner. Slipping it on it fit like a second skin. The rubbing became more like strokes as he watched her bend over to lotion her legs and pick up her wet clothes. She then pulled out a white button down shirt and slipped it on over the camisole, and then she got out a skirt. After finishing with her clothes she ran her hands through her wet hair then left the room. Riddick didn't move from that spot. He couldn't, he was so engrossed in what he saw that it was all he could do. At this point he was jacking off intensely. Something he never did, something he never had to do besides when he was in slam. Closing his eyes he imagined her image where it stood only minutes before. The only thing that made him stop was the phone ringing. Cursing to himself he ran to the phone. "Hello!" he snapped. "Sir, It's Jerome." "What do you want?" "I just wanted to let you know that Mrs. Jaclyn and Mrs. Gillian have left for dinner and they said they'd be back later on." "What?" Before Jerome could repeat himself Riddick slammed the phone down. He was furious. She wasn't going to get away with it this time. Changing his clothes he was out the door before anyone noticed he was gone.
Riddick ran downstairs, too angry to face anyone at this point. As he went to the rec room to work out and watch some TV, Jean was already in there pumping away on the weights. Rolling his eyes at the figure he went to the other weight bench and start his routine. Jean looked over at him then began to laugh. "Somethin funny?" Riddick demanded. "Hell yeah! It's good to see you excited about something Riddick, something besides your revenge and hatred. This is good, Gillian's enough to turn any guy from revenge." "You think I don't hate her?" "You'd be a fool to." Jean replied calmly as he put the weights back in their place then he continued with a more serious look, "Wake up Riddick. You have something that not every man can get. You need to drop this whole 'Hellax must die' shit and make a family man! You have a lovely wife that can give you beautiful babies." "Jean." Riddick said evenly. "Yeah?" "Shut tha fuck up." Riddick smiles. Jean turns swiftly to Riddick and charges toward him. "What?" he said. "You heard me." Riddick said as he got up to meet Jean's gaze.
Jack rushes into Riddick and Gillian's room. "Gill you gotta help me!" "What, what's wrong?" "It's Riddick and Jean. They're fighting!" Gillian gets out of bed and rushes to the hall. "Where are they?" "They're in the rec room." The girls ran in and saw the two men tussling on the floor. Jack was getting worried, Jean was a strong man but he was still no match for Riddick. "Jean stop it!" Jack cried. Gillian looked at the worry in Jack's eyes and ran back to the kitchen. Jack looked at her run away but only for a second before the sound of something crashing caught her attention. Gillian came back with a bucket in hand. "What tha hell is that for!" Jack said in desperation. "What do you do when cats start to fight and you wana stop it?" Gillian said casually. "You throw ice water on them." He continues as she flings the contents on them. The fighting stopped immediately. Coughing and spitting they got up, drenched in water and blood oozing from noses, lips, and eyebrows. Jack ran to Jean and immediately stared to scold him. He ignored her as he walked out of the room, but that didn't stop her from yelling at him every step of the way. Riddick and Gillian were left in the room. "You're pathetic." She said, "here let me clean this up for you." She said. He began to smile 'Good, she's catching on.' She went over like she was about to pick up something but she stopped in front of him. "Oops, I forgot. That's slave work." She whips around and whips her hair in his face. His smile soon fades.
The next day they didn't even speak to each other. This suited them both just fine. Riddick left by lunchtime to look at improvements to needed to be made around Lanka 3. This was one of the rare times that he didn't mind going. He couldn't stand the sight of her anymore. She was arrogant and too feisty for her own good. So why did he care? By the time he got back it was almost dinnertime; as soon as he got through the door he was calling for someone to tell him where his wife was. She was at the pool. With that knowledge churning in his head he could hardly contain himself. He wondered if she was wearing that bathing suit from the pool party. Going up for a quick shower it was all he could think of. After coming out of the bathroom to changed he noticed out of one of the big windows that she was walking up the large garden to the main house. She had on another stringy number, but it was black with flames coming up from the breasts patches. Her hair was down and wet, covering only the tops of her firm breasts. Her Towel was wrapped low around her waist. Bare footed she paused for a moment. She must have stepped on something because she passed and started to pick at her feet. Seconds later she continued her way up to the house. Riddick just sat and watched her until she was totally out of sight. He knew she must have been coming up to change so he had to hurry and get out. Pacing around the room he could find anything to put on. There he was naked, hard as a rock, and running around for clothes. "Fuck!" he hissed to himself. It was too late she was coming in. With a cat like grace he was in her closet and for one of the first times in his life, he was scared. She came through the door humming. She threw the towel on the floor and moved to her dresser mirror. He kept his eyes on her the whole time. Reaching around her back she pulled the tie to her bathing suit top. His breath caught in his throat. She took the top off exposing her breasts; he tried so hard to suppress a moan. Opening a drawer, she rummaged through it to pull out a pair of white French lace panties. He blinked lazily, he couldn't believe what he was seeing, what he really couldn't believe was that he couldn't take his eyes away. Next she stripped off the bikini bottoms off. He shapely heart shaped ass looked absolutely delectable to him. Sweat began to pool on his forehead; wiping it away he licked his lips as she slipped the material up her calves, thighs, then until it clung to her ass. Slowly he moved his hand down to his erection; slowly he rubbed it making sure it wasn't enough to make him moan...too loudly. She reached in the drawer again to get a lacy camisole. It was the same material as the panties but it was thinner. Slipping it on it fit like a second skin. The rubbing became more like strokes as he watched her bend over to lotion her legs and pick up her wet clothes. She then pulled out a white button down shirt and slipped it on over the camisole, and then she got out a skirt. After finishing with her clothes she ran her hands through her wet hair then left the room. Riddick didn't move from that spot. He couldn't, he was so engrossed in what he saw that it was all he could do. At this point he was jacking off intensely. Something he never did, something he never had to do besides when he was in slam. Closing his eyes he imagined her image where it stood only minutes before. The only thing that made him stop was the phone ringing. Cursing to himself he ran to the phone. "Hello!" he snapped. "Sir, It's Jerome." "What do you want?" "I just wanted to let you know that Mrs. Jaclyn and Mrs. Gillian have left for dinner and they said they'd be back later on." "What?" Before Jerome could repeat himself Riddick slammed the phone down. He was furious. She wasn't going to get away with it this time. Changing his clothes he was out the door before anyone noticed he was gone.