“Come on, Damien,” insists Logan. “Where’s your ambition? What’s all this bullshit?”
“Thisbullshit,as you say,” spits out Damien, “is me, having nearly lost my girl more times than I can count. So, Logan, my ambition from now on will be to live a happy life with her, and leave this entire goddamn steaming pile of shit behind. Got it?”
“Fine,” grumbles Logan. “But what about the rest of Angel? What about the rat?”
“I’m counting on you to find them,” snarls Damien, lightly pushing me aside and standing up. “Don’t let me down. And now, go. I’m about to make my darling come again.”
And, as I hide my blushing face in my hands, he grabs hold of Logan’s shirt and physically shoves him out of the room.
15
Damien
In the weeks that follow, Seraphina makes a full recovery. The doctors must have been right. It really was a stress-induced fever, and the minute that stress was removed, she got better. If only I had known that she’d been fed lies by Noel, the same lies I’d been told by Elias, all of this could have been avoided. These eight months of suffering, followed by the cruel punishment I inflicted on her.
For that, Angel will pay. Well, what remains of them.
But I don’t want to dwell on that now. I’ve finally found her, and I wasn’t kidding when I told her I wanted to settle down with her. Eight months of separation will do that to a man. If it were up to me, I’d spend the rest of my life with my face between her thighs, eating her pussy, my mouth only leaving it long enough to stuff it with my cock.
Vincent takes my request seriously. He spends the next month taking trips to Vermont, sending me pictures of real estate listings. The one I choose is a nine-bedroom brick house, nestled in a wooded area of seventy acres, with a private lake. There’s no white picket fence, but it probably wouldn’t be very doable to put one around seventy acres. Still, I hold onto my childhood ideal, and have every intention of putting up a fencesomewhere.
For the moment, though, this place is perfect, and everything is in pristine condition. While Vincent has been busy searching, I’ve had my accountant create a shell company, and it’s all set up by the time I’m ready to make an offer. I don’t take Angel seriously anymore, but it’s a layer of protection to keep anyone from finding us, just in case.
As soon as my offer goes through, I have Vincent put a team together to get the house in shape.
Today, Vincent calls to say everything’s ready at last. He’s still getting a small staff together, and security, but the house is entirely finished and ready for us to move in.
“Don’t forget to buy the goats and the chickens,” I tell Vincent.
I hang up and turn my attention back to my girl, who’s lying naked on the bed. It’s the position she’s been spending most of her time in these past weeks.
But I’m surprised when I notice her expression. It’s not entirely happy. She seems to be anxious about something.
“So you bought the house?” she breathes.
“I certainly did.”
I jump back on the bed and my mouth finds her left breast again, swirling her nipple under my tongue. But she doesn’t react.
“What is it?” I ask.
“It’s… it’s in the countryside?”
“Yes,” I say, my voice harder. “Why? You don’t like the countryside?”
She hesitates.
“Doesn’t matter what you like. I’m the one who decides. You don’t have a say in this.”
She nods her head sadly, and I click my tongue in frustration. “Go on. Tell me what’s wrong.”
“Is there…” she swallows, forcing the words out. “… is there going to be a lot of dirt there?”
I can’t help but bark with laughter. My pet is always unexpected. “I guess. Itisthe countryside after all.”
I clamp my mouth around her nipple again and suck. But she’s still not reacting to me. I lift my head up, expecting to find her fuming, as she usually is when I make fun of her.
Instead, she’s in tears.
