ABBY POVI retreated to my desk, I tried to breathe out so I could forget what just happened.I opened a file on the desk, I was about to read it when I heard a word from him“I’m horny, I want to have sex, call Amelia tell her to come to my office.” He said crossing his legs on the desk.Wait! what?“Sir?” I asked confused, didn’t he just had sex just now.How come he is horny again, what? is he a dog or a beastI asked my self “What is sir? Are you deaf? I said call Amelia and tell her to come to the office.” He said looking at the file in his hands As I stood there, trying to make sense of his request, a myriad of thoughts raced through my mind. How could he be so insatiable? Was there no end to his desires? I struggled to maintain my composure, but the shock of his words lingered.Summoning all my professionalism, I mustered the courage to respond, "Sir, I understand, but Amelia is not available at the moment. Perhaps there's something else I can assist you with?" My voice tre
ABBY POVBut right now I’m not too stable to do that I stood up about to leave the office, I was heading to the door when he stopped me“And where do you think you are going?” He asked while I stopped on my trackLike seriously!Am I going to watch him have sex!like what the hell!“Sir I thought you needed some privacy, I know you don’t want me to watch you banging someone in the office, it will be awkward.” I said with an awkward smile on my face, praying he allow me leave.But my prayers was cut short with his next word“Go back to your desk and watch me.”• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •DAMIAN POVShe looks at me angry and went back to her desk, I don’t know why but I finds her crazy and funny.And it is crazy making her watch me, Amelia on the other hand was just my slut.I was staring at Abigail when Amelia tried to kiss me, but I
DAMIAN POVI don’t know what is wrong with me but I couldn’t control myself, I walked to the desk where Abigail was And pull her towards me angrily…But immediately someone walked into the office without knocking It was Diana, my fiancéeDamn!What is this crazy girl doing hereI thought to myself Abigail pull her hands from mine, immediately she saw Diana.She look at me with her cute deadly eyes and left the office angrily, leaving me, Diana and Amelia alone in the office Diana on the other was speechless, she kept staring at Amelia who was naked and was on the floor crying.Amelia tried to use the piece of her torn clothes to cover her naked body but it wasn’t really helping not at all.I look at her and felt pity for her.“Leave us.” I said looking directly to her she stood up and left the office immediately.After she left Diana walk towards me,“What is the meaning of what i just saw.” She said upset, i just ignored her while I stuck my dick inside my trouser and zip itI mov
ABBY POV"Yes, whore, stay away from my fiancé." She said, looking at me.I was very surprised by her statement."What?" I asked, feeling shocked and surprised. I really didn't expect that from her.Wait, is she crazy or what?What happens? She must be awful, if she had seen, well, not seen, digested and analyzed the situation she would have noticed that i was forced to see my boss cheating on her.The elevator doors close and cover Diana's slender figure in the distance, walking with helplessness and haughtiness. Without any trace of pain, on the contrary, she shows herself without mercy.Now that I take some time to think about it, there's something about her that I don't like, something is not right with her. And that leaves me with a bad feeling.I want to go and resign, what just happened is serious, Diana discovered it, it didn't apparently hurt her, but she caught it, and I doubt she'll sit idly by in the face of it.I didn't return to the office, Damian called me, and I know i
ABBY POVI stop a taxi, I give him the address of the school, I insulted Mrs. Ashely in my blind rage that she is just as worried as me, she is also a victim, but she should have called me before handing the child over to someone else. My son.My hands were shaking, I felt my heart in my mouth, I needed to know who took him. When I got to the living room, Mrs. Ashely was crying, her guilt was eating her up, that was all she needed to start crying too."Like she was? Describe her to me, please.” I begged, wanting to have a picture of that woman.“She was tall, and…” her description was useless, very basic, I couldn't imagine someone with that description.The other teachers started looking for Zion in areas near the school, I did the same, I helped them look for him. I called the police, but they couldn't do anything for me, they had to spend 72 hours after he disappeared. 72 damn hours, when barely two hours have passed, and I feel like I'm dying.The tears didn't stop, my pain was ge
ABBY POV“She wants you away from Damian.” He said sternly, with weight in his words.At that moment, I knew who that woman was.Diana.She played dirty by using my son to get me away from Damian. And if she plays dirty, I'll play dirty too.I'll teach that bitch what dirty play is.“My role here is over.” Says the subject of the message.I look at him with intrigue. He seems like a robot, he has no notion of reality, I think that if I slapped him he wouldn't do anything, because his function was to give me a message.“You don't have a personality?” I ask, but I snort, that's not the point, “Tell that bitch not to dare touch my son of…”“My role here is over.” It repeats automatically, interrupting me.I still have my mouth open, I was trying to complete my threats, but the guy turned around and walks towards the street.I close my mouth, accepting that nothing I say will be heard, because that doesn't matter to him, the only thing that mattered to him has already happened, he has al
ABBY POVI hid my restless nerves as best I could. We arrived at the apartment, I closed the door and I couldn't avoid thinking about buying three locks and two padlocks. I sigh tiredly.Zion watches me with his head tilted, smiling at me.It took me a while to know what I wanted. I have an exact routine for him, well, her caregiver had it, just, and she used to look for him and leave him with her for work reasons.“It's bath time.” I tickle his ribs, taking him to the bathroom, I start to take off his coat.He smiles at me, and with his sweet voice asked me, “Aren't you going to work, mom.”I smile at him, he is so attentive to me."I have a free day."He took off the rest of his clothes himself, helping me with that.I prepared the bathtub for him, I gave him a bath, we talked about school, his friends, it was nice to forget everything bad and see the world from a perspective clean of evil, naïve, and calm.He was excited to see me here with him and not work, between the two of us w
ABBY POV“You shouldn't wear that perfume,” he whispers to me, leaning in. Invading my space, plus my personal fragrance choices, “You smell too sweet for your own good.”Did he sniff me?“My perfume is my business,” I mumbled past him, I had an order to cancel, “You attend to your business, and try to keep it from affecting me.”He frowned, more than usual, he sounded very serious when he asked:"What do you mean?"I snort.I wasn't going to tell him how his fiancée is blackmailing me with my son to get me away from him. But on the other hand, I'm worried about what might happen to Zion and me. I also doubt that Damian is interested in hearing about my problems, the problems that he himself has gotten me into."Why that face?" He insisted."Forget it." I huff and try to keep my anger in, thanks to his morbid sexual fantasies I'm in trouble.“Say it.”I was reaching my limit, and his attitude of not caring about my life, please, made me even more angry. The little I know about him mak
ABIGAIL’s POVGuilt gnawed at me, its sharp claws tearing at my conscience. The memory of Damian’s pleading eyes haunted me, but every time I tried to focus on him, my thoughts drifted back to Bastian. The way he made me feel, the fire he ignited within me, was unlike anything I’d ever experienced.I wandered aimlessly through the halls, lost in a fog of confusion and regret. But as the night wore on, guilt began to mingle with another, more primal feeling—a longing I couldn’t suppress. Bastian’s words echoed in my mind, challenging me, stirring something deep inside.Without fully understanding why, I found myself outside his door. My hand trembled as I reached for the handle, my heart pounding in my chest. I pushed it open and stepped inside, my resolve wavering.Bastian looked up from where he sat, a flicker of surprise crossing his face before it melted into a knowing smile. “Couldn’t stay away, could you?”I hesitated for a moment, then crossed the room in a few quick strides, my
Meanwhile, Damian paced the hallways of the house, his mind in turmoil. The confrontation with Abigail had left him shaken. He had hoped that bringing her and Zion back to the house would mend the rift between them, but Bastian’s brutal honesty had only widened it.Damian couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. Abigail’s anger and hurt were palpable, and he knew he needed to find a way to make things right. He decided to check on her, hoping to find a moment of calm to talk things through.As he approached Bastian’s room, he heard muffled voices and his heart sank. He recognized Abigail’s voice, but the tone was different—soft, intimate. He pushed open the door slightly and his worst fears were confirmed.There, on Bastian’s bed, were Abigail and his brother, locked in a passionate embrace. The sight of them together sent a wave of rage and betrayal crashing over him. He wanted to storm in, to tear them apart, but he knew it would only make things worse.Damian backed awa
ABIGAIL POVI tried to pull away, but the fire in his eyes and the heat of his touch made it difficult. “Bastian, I can’t—”He silenced me with a kiss, his lips hungry and demanding. I struggled for a moment, my mind screaming that this was wrong, but my body betrayed me, responding to his touch.“Bastian, we can’t do this,” I whispered, breaking the kiss.He looked at me, his eyes dark with desire. “Why not? You deserve to feel good, Abigail. Let go, just this once.”I hesitated, torn between my loyalty to Damian and the burning need I felt. Bastian’s hands roamed my body, igniting a fire within me that I couldn’t extinguish.“Please, Abigail,” he murmured against my neck. “Let me make you forget, just for tonight.”The sound of his voice, the feel of his hands, it all became too much. My resolve crumbled, and I surrendered to the moment. Bastian lifted me onto the bed, his touch gentle yet insistent.As he undressed me, I felt a mix of guilt and anticipation. I knew this was wrong,
As the months passed, the wounds of betrayal began to heal, albeit slowly. Abigail and I worked tirelessly to rebuild our relationship, and though it was never easy, our love for each other and for Zion gave us the strength to persevere.Margaret, sensing that her influence over me had waned, became increasingly bitter and isolated. She no longer held the power she once did, and her attempts to come between us grew more desperate and transparent.One evening, as the sun set over our home, Abigail and I sat on the porch, watching Zion play in the yard. There was a sense of peace that had been missing for so long, and for the first time in months, I felt a glimmer of hope.“Damian,” Abigail said softly, her hand resting on mine. “I know we’ve been through so much, and I know that things will never be exactly the same. But I want you to know that I see the effort you’re making, and I appreciate it.”I turned to her, my heart swelling with gratitude. “Abigail, I love you more than anythin
The days that followed were a blur of guilt and despair. Abigail refused to speak to me, and Zion’s once-bright eyes were filled with confusion and hurt. The trust and love that had bound us together seemed irreparably damaged.Margaret, ever the opportunist, tried to seize the moment to draw me closer. But every touch, every whisper, only served to remind me of the betrayal I had committed.“Damian,” she purred one evening, her hand tracing circles on my chest. “We could be happy together. We could start anew.”I pushed her away, my voice filled with anger and regret. “This isn’t what I want, Margaret. I made a terrible mistake, and I need to fix it.”Her eyes flashed with anger. “Fix it? How? Abigail will never forgive you.”“Maybe not,” I said, standing up. “But I have to try. I love her and Zion more than anything. What happened between us was a mistake.”Margaret’s face twisted with rage. “You’re a fool, Damian. She’ll never take you back.”“Maybe,” I replied, my resolve hardenin
The weeks that followed our victory over the witches were tense. The fragile peace in our household was constantly under threat, and Margaret seemed to be at the center of it. Her presence was a constant reminder of the past and the dangers we still faced. But beneath her cold exterior, she harbored a burning desire—a desire for me that had never faded.One evening, as Abigail and Zion slept soundly, I found myself alone in the study, the weight of recent events heavy on my mind. The door creaked open, and Margaret stepped in, her eyes glinting with a predatory gaze.“Damian,” she said softly, her voice like velvet. “You seem troubled.”I looked up, my guard momentarily lowered. “Just thinking about everything that’s happened. The witches, the artifact, the danger we’re still in.”Margaret moved closer, her movements smooth and deliberate. “You carry so much on your shoulders. It’s not fair.”I sighed, rubbing my temples. “It’s my responsibility. I have to protect Abigail and Zion.”S
The journey back home was filled with a sense of triumph and exhaustion. We had accomplished what seemed impossible, but the cost had been high. Our alliance had grown stronger, forged in the fires of battle.When we finally reached home, Abigail and Zion ran out to greet us. Abigail’s eyes were filled with relief and pride as she hugged me tightly. “You did it.”“We all did,” I said, looking at our gathered allies. “We couldn’t have done it without everyone’s help.”Zion looked up at me, his eyes wide with admiration. “Daddy, are the bad witches gone?”I knelt down, ruffling his hair. “Yes, buddy. They’re gone. You’re safe now.”Bastian and Margaret joined us, their faces weary but satisfied. “We need to stay vigilant,” Bastian said. “The witches might be weakened, but they won’t give up.”“We’ll be ready,” Abigail said firmly. “We’ve proven that together, we can face anything.”As the days turned into weeks, life began to return to a semblance of normalcy. We continued to train and
As we approached the witches’ territory, the atmosphere grew heavy with dark energy. Shadows seemed to move on their own, and the air was thick with the scent of decay. We moved cautiously, every sense alert for the slightest hint of danger.“We’re close,” Margaret whispered, her eyes scanning the area. “The artifact is hidden in a cave beneath the witches’ stronghold.”Lucian nodded, his vampire senses honed to a razor’s edge. “I’ll scout ahead. Keep low and stay quiet.”He vanished into the shadows, his movements almost imperceptible. We waited, the tension in the air palpable. Moments later, Lucian reappeared, his expression grim.“There’s a patrol up ahead. Five witches, heavily armed,” he reported.“We’ll have to take them out quietly,” Bastian said, his voice low. “Any noise could alert the entire stronghold.”We moved forward, our steps silent on the forest floor. The patrol came into view, their dark robes blending with the shadows. Bastian signaled, and we split up, surroundi
DAMIAN POVThe next few weeks were a flurry of activity as we prepared for the inevitable return of the witches. Our home became a fortress, fortified with both physical and magical defenses. Bastian and I continued to train Abigail, pushing her to her limits to ensure she was ready for anything.Our alliance with the other supernatural factions grew stronger, each group bringing their unique strengths to our cause. Lucian and his vampires provided surveillance and intelligence, their nocturnal nature making them perfect for night patrols. Alaric and the werewolves patrolled the forest, their keen senses alert for any sign of the witches.Margaret worked tirelessly on strengthening the protective wards and researching new spells to counter the witches’ magic. Her knowledge and dedication were invaluable, and despite our rocky past, I found myself trusting her more each day.One evening, as we gathered around the fire, a sense of camaraderie filled the air. We had become a family of so