Drake The Notorious Killer.

Empty

A month comes and goes.

It passes so quick. I don't even notice it.

It feels like everything is so fake.
Our relationship.
Our love.
Our life.
Our family.

I still hate him with burning passion of course. Deep down though. Above all that hate though? It's just.... Blankness. I don't know how to explain it. It's just so empty. It feels so fake. Like a facade. Like him.

He of course, didn't tell me still.

I told myself a month ago I'd break it off a month later.

So, now's my time to shine.

***
It's already the afternoon.

I don't know how to approach him. Where to approach him. What to say.

Every time I go to him, a shadow of nervousness falls over me and I retreat before he notices me. It's irritating.

"Hey Babe." My eyes shoot up and I spin around.

"Yeah Drake?"

"What do you say to a date?"

"A date?"

"Yep. You don't have to say yes of course. But I just figured you'd need a break from the twins and Damian and everything."

"But who will take care of the kids?"

"Don't worry. Damian's a big boy. We'll only be out for an hour or so."

"I mean sure then." He smiles. It almost makes me let go of the past.

Almost.

"Great! Be ready in 5." I nod. He disappears from my view. A sigh escapes my lips as I walk to my wardrobe. The longer I hold it off, the more nervous I get.

I wear some high waisted shorts, a front tie crop shirt, my sunnies and shoes. It's pretty hot outside so...

I give myself a once over in the mirror. My breasts have grown to almost a large E. My stomach has some fat, but not a heap. Oh how I miss my abs.

I sigh and tie the shirt, adjusting it so you can't see the outline of my nipples, before walking out. Drake's already in the kitchen with Damian. He's dressed in some jeans, a muscle Tee and some sunnies. His eyes widen behind the lenses as he looks me up and down.

"Mama, what's wrong with Dad?" I laugh.

"He's just in his own world." He thinks for a moment with a frown and a tongue poking out from his mouth before just shrugging. Drake clears his throat.

"Shall we go?" I nod with a smile.

"Bye Dami, We'll be back soon!" Dami waves with a smile. We enter the jungle almost as soon as we step out of my door. Drake travels next to me as if he doesn't know the information behold. He grabs my hand. My heart thumps. 

After a couple minutes of silence and walking,  he stops and I do too. It's a simple picnic blanket and basket. It's surrounded by trees  and plants. It looks amazing. There's even fairy lights around the trees.

"Do you like it?"

"Of course I do." I peck Drake's cheek. He sits down and I do too. As I look around, I can sense Drake's eyes on me. Specifically my chest. I knew I shouldn't have worn this.

"You look beautiful Brook."

"As do you Drake." He smiles, his eyes twinkling. Fuck. It makes me not want to tell him everything.

"Fuck, I need to do this."

"Wha-" in a second he's on me, kissing my lips. I'm under him. He's on me. I can already feel the bulge poking my thigh. I moan. He groans. He looks at my eyes once before kissing me hard again. Maybe even harder. Next, he kisses my jaw. Neck. Collarbone. Chest...