Angelica “Aunt Angelica! Uncle Curtis!" A cheerful squeal welcomed us to Klara’s house, right before I was attacked into a hug from both sides, each kid swinging on my leg. “Hey.” I picked Lizzie up and kissed her cheek, then did the same for Archie. “Hey, birthday boy.” He pursed his lips and kissed my cheek, making my heart melt. Then they jumped onto Curtis and nearly knocked the box out of his hands. “Careful, if you don’t want to have to scrap your gift off the floor.” Curtis chuckled, but he leaned down so the excited duo would hug him. Klara came out having heard teh commotion and hugged us. “You came.” “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” I followed her lead into her apartment. It was different from what I expected a surgeon's apartment to look like. I had thought it would be all white and sterile with minimum colors—much like Curtis’s apartment. On the contrary, her living room was warm with hints of golden, broze and blue. The multicolored balloons on the walls and roo
We returned to the living room one after another. As expected, Curtis looked over at Lavinia and then at me with a squint. "I'll be on my way." She winked at me right before she ran her five-inch claws down Curtis's chest. "Lavinia!" He glared at her. "Don't you mean Vinny? It sounds so much sweeter." She glided away oblivious to my stare. I didn't realize how hard I was clenching my fists until a little hand opened my hand and held it. "Aunt Angelica, are you sad?" Archie asked, holding out a chocolate candy bar to me. "Candy makes Lizzie feel better when she’s sad." "Thank you, sweetie." I accepted the candy despite knowing I wouldn't eat it. Lizzie ran over as well, holding her party hat in her hand. "Aunt Angelica is upset because Aunt Vinny likes Uncle Curtis." Curtis facepalmed. "What kind of nonsense have you been watching?" He sent the duo off to tell Klara we were leaving. As soon as they ran out, Curtis grabbed my hand and pulled me over to him. "I've never had an
Curtis “Mama…” Angelica whimpered in her sleep. What do you know? First, she thought I was her papa, and now she thought I was her mother? I only realized when I was fully awake that she was having yet another nightmare. She was gripping my pajama shirt for dear life, her body trembling as she sobbed about not wanting her mother to leave. I tapped her shoulder gently. “Wake up. Angel?” I couldn’t take it seeing her struggle to wake up like she was trapped in a dream she couldn’t wake up from. Without thinking, I kissed her. If she couldn’t wake up, at least her dream could take a better turn. Right? She finally forced her eyes open, yelling my name as she sat up. “Was I the hero or villain in your dream?” I asked jokingly. She touched her lips and blushed when she caught me staring at her. Trying to mask her embarrassment, she said, “The guy who kissed me.” “Oh yeah? We should make that real.” I offered my lips, which she kissed in her sleepy state. I would have wanted to go f
I groaned when Angelica's phone rang. Who the hell had such awful timing? She took it out of her pocket. "It's Spider."Of course it was. That was the only person who would call her regardless of the time and quite frankly, the only person she ever talked to. She answered the call and I overheard one side of it. "Are you out of your fucking mind? I tried to call a million times, thinking something happened to you! I even dropped by your house and now you tell me you fucking passed out?" She paused to listen to Spider and growled. "What about the person you wanted me to meet?" Spider said something that made her expression change. I didn't like whatever it was. It hadn't even been an hour since her nightmare. The last thing I wanted was for her to be distressed when the plan had been to help her let off some steam so she would sleep better. When she got off the call, she looked apologetic. "I have to go.""At 2am?" I was certain it was almost 3am. I wasn't sure about the safet
Angelica I wanted to kill Spider. He had been the one to tell me about someone who wanted to meet me and made me leave Klara’s house as soon as dinner was done, only to ghost me. And after about a thousand calls went unanswered, I gave up on trying to get a hold of him. Then he called at the least convenient time and asked me over. He shielded his head as soon as he opened the door. “Very smart. You do know I want to kill you.” He was quick to rush back to the kitchen and bring a bottle of wine and a stem glass. “Red?” “I would like to remain sober and you better start talking.” I snapped. He gave up trying to cozy up to me. “I was going to call you over earlier. But the person I want you to meet…well, they are not ready to see you yet.” Who was he talking about, anyway? He was being so mysterious about it that I couldn’t stop my mind from running wild. “Did you get a girlfriend? Scared I’ll tell The Viper all about her?” “The Viper is not the boss of me.” Yes, he is. I thou
Curtis didn’t immediately process my words. When he did, his eyes blazed into mine. “Are you sure?” I nodded. He cupped my face, his eyes filled with desire. He lowered his lips to mine in a kiss, only to break it a few moments later. “This is irreversible, you know.” “Oh my God, just shut up and kiss me already.” He laughed. “Okay.”He picked me up and lowered me onto the bed, sitting me on the edge. My heart raced a mile a minute as he traced his fingers down my body. The chill I felt when he hiked up my riding top had less to do with the cool morning air and more to do with the man coaxing my clothes off my body. His lips caressing my skin had never felt this intense. I was soaking by the time he kissed a trail down my core and flicked my wetness with his tongue. I arched my back off the mattress, feeling like I could combust in pleasure. “You’re so wet.” He smirked up at me right before he dove his tongue into me. My insides clenched. I couldn’t wait anymore. I wanted him
The Arciero Book of Records was a clusterfuck of languages. I recognized three languages by the time I got to the middle of the second, and it was making my head spin.No wonder finding this book was so easy. Well, not easy considering I had to toe the line between success and death, but it wasn’t nearly as difficult as one would expect of a book that could possibly fuck the entire family over if it landed in the wrong hands.Having everything in a hundred different languages meant whoever ended up with the book would need dozens of translators—and that was way too many people to share a secret with.I wouldn’t necessarily be worse off under normal circumstances. I could comfortably translate Greek, Spanish, German, and Russian. On the other hand, Spider was proficient in Portuguese, Polish, and Irish, and I was yet to hear any language The Viper didn’t speak—don’t ask me how. That man was a robot in human skin. However, I couldn’t trust either of them. I was all by myself in this.Kn
Curtis Jesus Christ. Who the hell got my wife all riled up? Forget that. What was with this strange obsession of wanting to grind my balls? I covered my crotch protectively. “I’ll just take a shower.” I inched away from her and left the kitchen. By the time I left the shower, she was done cooking and she came to get me so we would have dinner together. I had just taken off my towel when she entered the room without knocking. Her eyes bugged out before she could get the first syllable out. “Uhm…” She cleared her throat while simultaneously turning away. “Dinner’s ready. I came to get you.” “And you’re scared because you saw me naked?” I teased. “Baby, you’ve had this cock inside you fourteen hours ago.” My cock was already stiffening to life at the memory, and of course I’d kept track of the time. I had literally counted the hours until I could get back home to her. I was right before. Angelica was a drug. A taste of her was all it would take for me to get addicted. I was certa