Sarah arrived in the living room, where Anna was sitting at the head of the table, and believed that everything would change from now on. She would no longer be a maid in that house. Anna would give her back the power of a mistress. But when she dragged her chair over to sit down, Anna stopped her with a gesture of her hand. “No. You're not going to sit down. We'll talk this way. Also, don't come any closer to me. Keep your distance from now on.” Sarah gave her best hurt look, and was already thinking of saying words to move Anna, when Judith came in with a tray of her favorite cocktail, and she felt the joy return, until the glass was placed in front of Anna, who took it, and after taking a sip, clicked her tongue with a satisfied countenance. “My child... You have to help me.” Sarah said, thinking of appealing to her pure feelings. “I'm here, in charge of washing toilets. I'm treated like dirt in this mansion.” Anna drank some more of the cocktail, then looked Sarah in
Sarah smiled. “Yes. We all do. But it's impossible to talk to them, Anna. They live together with your mother. Don't you know that Allister hunted them like animals all over the land? E... When I think about what they were like... I'm not sure they'd want to meet you. Your mother ran away, to meet the man she had seen in one of her visions. This caused a lot of discomfort in her family, as she was betrothed to another boy and was banished. Being witches, they hid from her. She searched hard for them, but to no avail. They put a spell on her mother so that neither she nor anyone born from her could ever find them. Of course, this made my job much easier. As soon as I learned that their entire race was linked by the same protective magic, I cast a tracking spell, and Allister went to find each one personally. That took a few years... Their kind was many. His mother came last, as I needed her to trace his blood relatives and... Allister was generous and let me have the honor of ending
Anna nodded and went to her room. When she got there, Mycon was just finishing installing the stereo, and explained to her that all she had to do was ask for the song and the name of the singer, and the stereo would pick it up by itself and play it. Anna was amazed by the technology, which she didn't know, but was even more relieved when he left. She asked for the song Despacito by Luis Fonsi, and as soon as it started playing she felt free to dance sensually. Anna didn't notice, and perhaps if she had, she wouldn't have cared, but the sound echoed throughout the mansion. She was distracted, with her eyes closed and running her hands through her hair and down her body, without stopping dancing. Suddenly, she stopped with the sound resonating in her mind, and her longing eyes stared at Adam, standing there with his hands in his trouser pockets, his head tilted slightly to one side, watching her from the doorway, his gaze also longing, and a mute request on his face. Anna fe
Kate stared at him impatiently. “No. There's something wrong... Where's Adam?” “He was heading towards her room when I bumped into him in the hallway.” “I figured...” “Leave them alone. They're adults. Shall we enjoy the music from your room?” “Are you asking me?” Kate asked sarcastically. “Just this once. Don't get used to it.” “Go on, I'll get us another one of those cocktails.” “Don't be long.” He said, and headed for her room. Kate went into the kitchen, and as soon as Judith saw her, she put her hands on her waist and glared at her in reproach. “What did you do with Anna's cocktail?” She asked, leaving no room for lying arguments. “I did what the boss told me to.” “And what did he tell you to do?” Judith kept quiet and went back to chopping garlic, as if Kate wasn't there. “You'd better tell me. Or do you want me to call Mycon so you can tell him? He seems to know a way to get you to talk...” Judith looked at her fearfully, her face flushed
Maxwell and his family arrived in the United States and a fleet of black cars were waiting for them. Each one was in a different vehicle, accompanied by armed men. Maxwell was tired, and now a little sorry, for his betrayal. But he tried to console his ethics, saying that every man has cheated once and that it was normal to slip up, after all, he wasn't perfect. However, an insistent voice in his conscience kept telling him that what was wrong was that he wanted to persist in his mistake. But he was determined to ignore that voice. He couldn't abandon Camille. That would also be against his principles. He believed that when two bodies came together, they were getting married. That's why he never invited Anna to get married in church. He thought it was a pompous celebration that only served to flaunt purely human and selfish standards. The cars arrived at their destination together, and as soon as Maxwell got out of the car, he was faced with a huge mansion. It was much bigger a
Maxwell didn't mind Camille's furious look, but he felt he had to say something. “What happened?” “Why did you put your clothes on? You can't leave without making me feel the same way you made me feel when we were still in our country!” She said angrily. Maxwell rolled his eyes. “Masturbate, Camille. Use your imagination. I don't have time for that. My visits are always rushed, and I can't guarantee your pleasure every time we go to bed.” “That's the response of a true scoundrel!” “Be a good girl, and don't leave this room. Anything you want to eat, or need, you can order over the phone.” He said and pointed to the bedside table. “The receptionist who will see you speaks your language and will arrange everything you need.” Camille stood up with her hair mussed, and Maxwell found her more beautiful than the day he had first penetrated her, her eyes blazing with fury, it was exciting. He felt his desire return, as if he were still a teenager, but he couldn't linger any lon
Maxwell looked at him thoughtfully and suspiciously. He knew that his father-in-law would have her killed without a second thought if he believed she was a threat to his daughter's happiness. And he also knew that if he lied, his father-in-law would know and would take it out on Camille. He didn't fear Henry, but he didn't want to have any problems to solve right now. Killing Henry was now looking like a good option. His biological mother wasn't home and he could lie about Henry falling down the stairs and breaking his neck. His mother needed to get over her feelings for Henry. But he didn't want to kill anyone... yet. But when he started to do that, he would start with Henry. “I... She was a virgin. And there's something inside me that drives me to be with her. An irresistible attraction... I can't give up on being with her. It's as if she brings out the worst in me, a primitive instinct, and I need to get it out somehow, and I've found that by fucking her, my spirit finds pea
Maxwell turned off the computer when he saw that Adam had gone to sleep. He was excited. He was older than Adam, but he still had a lot to learn from him. For he did know how to satisfy his dark side. And Bonnie was his Camille, Adam's Camille. Maxwell went to bed with his penis erect, and before sleep came, he reflected on everything he was supposed to do. He reproached himself. Life was so simple with Anna that he forgot all about the hustle and bustle of the Costas, the spying and the danger. He left Camille helpless in the hotel. That would never happen again. He would become even more meticulous than his brother. ... Maxwell had a restless night's sleep. He woke up and looked at the clock on his bedside table. It was still five o'clock in the morning, but he was no longer sleepy. He got up and put on shorts and a gym shirt. It was still early, but the heat was already there. He went for a run inside the property and discovered that it was huge. Trees and pine trees lin