Chapter 8: What The Hell?

The crowd grew bigger and bigger, Vivienne was star struck, no words came out of her mouth except, "Damian? No, no this isn't happening," she said in panic. People from the Lancaster enterprise building also filled the crowd, they were in shock and many took out their phones to record the body of the Whitmore Darling, Damian Whitmore .But before many people could record, Damian's security warned "Do Not Record The Scene, If found, You Will Be Arrested," and this seemed to make them afraid enough to stop, 

However, there was one particular person, who didn't stop recording, and when one of the security guards spotted them, they attempted to capture him but he ran away, Vivienne couldn't focus on their little incident, the only thing she was currently focused on was looking at Damian's body.

The shareholders from the boardroom also came down, including Annie and Carla to see what the fuss was all about, but once they got a look on who it was, they were struck with shock, their eyes widening in confusion. 

"Who did this to him?" asked lowly from one of the board members with a disappointed look then slowly that disappointed look changed to that of someone who was proud and he smiled as he muttered under his breath, "should've happened earlier."

"Mom, who did this to Damian?, we were just with him seconds ago in the board meeting and when he excused himself out, he said he had to take up an important call, who could have done this to him?" 

"I don't know Carla, I'm starting to fear for our safety, it's time we double our security, it's really terrifying."

Damian Whitmore was dead! But what would happen with all the plans he had in place to destroy Vivienne and take up there company if he was no longer there, who was going to continue his treacherous plans? 

"Everybody, stand aside, everybody please stand aside!" insisted Damian Whitmore guards. The people that surrounded him started drifting apart as the ambulance had already arrived, which would make it easier for the medics to take out his body easily. 

Once Damian was loaded into the ambulance, Vivienne didn't even join him, her mind was blank. To her even if Damian did a lot of bad things to her that she only came to know recently, she never wished death on him but the next thing she was going to find about Damian Whitmore, was going to make her sick.

What Vivienne seemed to be questioning didn't seem to be bothering the other people that were there with her. 'Did he commit suicide? Did somebody push him? and if someone did then who? It meant even the building that she was about to walk into could be harboring the same murderer that pushed Damian off the building, meaning that everyone who was from the building could be a potential suspect.

The news reached Damian's father as quick as lightning at Whitmore Capital, their company and he didn't take the news quite lightly, he didn't think twice before leaving and going to the hospital where they held his son's body.

When they arrived at the hospital, his assistant asked the nurses at the reception where his son was. 

"Let me contact the nurse in charge," said the nurse at the reception while Michael Whitmore was restless and getting angry as they kept him waiting. 

"The nurse will attend to you soon," said the nurse at the reception as soon as she hang up the telephone. 

Shortly enough, the nurse in charge came in a hurry directly to the nurse at the reception and she pointed them to her. 

"Mr. Whitmore?...I'm so sorry to have to meet you under these circumstances, I'm the nurse in charge, nurse Reece," said the nurse with a calm voice but a serious tone.

Mr. Whitmore leaned forward, his eyes filled with worry, "Where is my son? What happened?"

The nurse took a long breath as she kept her eye contact with warmth and empathy, "Mr. Whitmore, I'm so sorry to tell you this, but your son was involved in a very serious accident, he fell from a high story building and by the time our emergency services arrived,...he was already dead."

"No, that can't be right, I just spoke to him an hour ago," said Michael as his voice cracked and his breathing became uneven.

"I know this is really hard to hear but I want you to know that he didn't suffer, it was immediate." Said the nurse.

Then Michael's eyes instantly turned red, there were no tears just pain buried deep within his soul, he might have always barked at his son constantly but he loved him. 

And he turned to the nurse with a murderous look, "I want see him, NOW!" he demanded.

"Of course, Mr. Whitmore, follow me."

They followed the nurse to the morgue where they kept his body and Michael didn't expect something like this could happen to Damian. Who wanted Damian dead? If he surely found out the person who had his son murdered, he would kill them without thinking twice.

At the morgue where Damian lay, a woman's voice echoed in the morgue room, it was as if she was crying at the same time she was laughing, "Damian, ride it for me baby, ride it, fuck me hard Damian, I need you, I fucking need you, Ah, Aah, fuck me harder Damian," the woman was Natalie. Damian's mistress on top of his dead body, she had laid his body open, ripped the body bag apart where he was placed, his body was laid fully naked in display among other bodies, and here was Natalie fucking Damian's dead body as if he was alive.

Her eyes were dark and heavy with dark eyebags, was she grieving or was she just crazy, it had to be the latter because this was no normal behavior. "Damian, I loved you, please don't leave me, I fucking love you," she cried as she laughed as she grinded her hips harder against Damian's dick that she struggled to fit into her vagina since it wasn't erect.

"Mr. Whitmore, we've arrived, I'll take you to your son's body now," said the nurse as Michael nodded. 

The nurse opened the door to the morgue and when Michael raised his gaze from the floor to finally face the body of his dead son, they were shocked with what they saw next.

A woman, they didn't even know, was on top of his son's corpse, riding him like a horse. Looking closer, as Natalie rode Damian, Michael could have sworn his son's dick fell off from his body to the floor.