Stuck
Chapter 79
Ashley rolled on the bed and sighed when her arm touched another's on the bed.
She sighed and sat up.
Turning to see the man on the other side of the bed, she rolled her eyes as she stared at him.
He was so fucking cute while asleep and when he was awake, he'd become a jerk.
She lifted her finger and traced his lips as she watched him sleep.
"Such a cute jerk.' She whispered.
"Jerk." She mumbled again and was about to pull away when he grabbed her finger and opened his eyes so suddenly.
"Your only jerk." He whispered and she blinked.
"You were awake.'
"How are you doing?" He asked she was about to get up when he grabbed her arm and pulled her to the bed and hovered over her.
"Don't avoid me again Mrs. Mazza, it's so disturbing and so painful. You haven't said a thing to me, baby." He cooed and she shook her head.
"Robbie didn't do anything."
"Not this again." He said, getting up from the bed as he sat down.
"I'm going to keep talking about it? Where the hell is he? I'm so sad he's in this shit because of me." She mumbled sadly as she watched him shake his head.
"I love you, Mikhail."
"I love you too baby but that is not going to happen." He said and she rolled her eyes.
" You're making things so difficult for them. I'm a concerned baby. If I had kept my mouth shut then you would have never found out about it."
"And that's what's pissing me off. They knew how I hate when people lie to me and still did that behind my back."
"It's not as if you caught them having s...." She trailed off and he smirked.
Standing up quickly before she could dash out of the room, he grabbed her hand and pulled her to the bed.
"What? Say it. I won't judge you, sweetie." He said, running his thumb on her lower lips.
Ashley didn't even know what to do anymore.
A minute ago they were talking about Robbie who was likely to be dead or tortured at the moment and now he was running his thumb on her lips.
Pushing the thumb into her mouth for her to suck on it, she whimpered as she ran her tongue and sucked on the flesh.
"Damn!" He let it out and pull her closer to kiss her lips.
The kiss that had begun gently had already turned to a mind-blowing tingling sensation that had begun to run thirty miles in Ashley's body.
Her toes curled, she missed this.
After Mikhail had locked Robbie up, she had been so angry at him that she didn't even let him come close to her.
It was only a few kisses that he stole when she was not aware.
But not being in his arms as he kissed her was just so new and so so nice.
He pulled away and she licked her lips.
"What did you want to say?" He asked and she smiled.
"That you didn't catch them having sex now did you? I only told you about them and you didn't even investigate before jumping to a conclusion."
"I believe my woman to tell me the truth..so why investigate?" He asked, his finger caressing her shoulders.
"Is it I or your boobs are getting bigger?" He asked, squeezing her left breast to hear her wince.
"Don't do that..it hurts." She mumbled and her eyes widened.
What was wrong with her?
Oh, God! Was she pregnant?
She had thought about it earlier when she had run to the toilet to vomit but then, she had concluded that she was having a fever.
But is her breast getting bigger?
She looked down at her breast.
"What are you saying? My breast is the same." She said and he rolled his eyes.
"It's mine to hold and touch and I'd know if it's bigger or smaller. It fits my palm perfectly well." He said again, measuring his palm and the breast to see her moan out loud.
"I thought it was painful before?" He smirked, to see her blink.
"It was because you squeezed it."
"My naughty wife." He mumbled and was about to get up from the bed when she frowned and pulled him down.
"Where are you going?" She asked.
"To arrange my clothes." He replied with a shrug.
"How can you arrange your clothes now, after doing this to me?" She asked, almost panting as if she had been running a marathon.
She didn't know why her hormones were flipping every single time.
A while ago she was feeling tired and sad because of what happened to Robbie.
She had promised herself to not get aroused by Mikhail's touches so he would get tired and release poor Robbie but now her body was burning with just his hands on her boobs.
"What are you doing?" He asked when she pushed him to the bed, not that she had the strength to do so but he gladly fell on the bed for his woman.
There was no way he'd let his only free time pass.
Ever since Robbie had been taken to the basement..she was avoiding him like a plague.
He would steal kisses from her but she would run away into the bathroom and only come out when he was almost leaving and now when she was initiating the touching...he would gladly fall for her sake.
"Hmm? What are you up to now wifey?" He asked, as she climbed up and straddled him.
"Fucking you." She answered and his eyes widened.
"You're getting bold lately wifey and I love it." He mumbled.
Blood rushed up to her cheek and the once pale white skin was colored with a red Crimson color.
"You're beautiful when you blush." He said to have her stick her tongue out at him.
"Are you saying I'm ugly when I don't?"
"You're beautiful anytime, anywhere, and in everything." He said, looking at her as she bit her lips and wiggled her ass on top of him.
"What are you doing?" He groaned.
"Riding you..."
TBC
A sneak peeks at Beatrice and the Lord...on Good novel!
The year 1893
The sun shone down brightly on the land of Nalish, drying the muddy ground and roads where carriages of the Elite rode.
Although the rain had stopped a few hours ago, the sky had begun to darken and that was clear evidence that the rain was going to pour down again.
A little girl could be seen picking small apples that had fallen down the tree that stood tall in the center of a huge Mansion.
"Beatrice darling, how many times does mummy have to tell you that picking the fallen apples is bad..do you want to be struck by lightning?" An older woman asked as she walked out of the house to see the little girl down on her knees as she picked them carefully.
"But mummy, the apples are fresh."
"Sweetie, this is food for the dead not for the living." Her mother said, and the little girl's eyes widened.
"But why do we have them here mummy, if they are for the dead..they should be kept in the cemetery." The little girl said as she discarded the fruits and stood up to meet her mother.
"Come here and let me make you a good pudding." Her mother said and carried her up.
"Mummy, will it rain again?" Beatrice asked.
"It will if little Beatrice does not take her bath quickly." Her mother said.
"Ma'am." The butler of the house gave a bow to the woman.
"What is wrong Pablo?" The woman asked, seeing the man crease his forehead out of worry.
"There was a little problem at the village and the congressmen sent a letter." The butler said, as he took the little girl in his arms and the woman collected the letter.
"What does it say Milady?" Asked the butler seeing the woman's face turns sour.
"Take Beatrice to her room, I'll be out to the council now." The elder woman said as she walked away.
Having lived in the mansion for years ever since the madam and sire had gotten married Pablo knew that something was wrong somewhere.
Although he knew his madam could take care of many things, her change of mood was never a good thing.
As a half-vampire, he could tell that something bad was going to happen.
"Pablo." The little girl called and he looked up at her shiny eyes.
"Hmm? What is wrong little miss?" He asked as he walked to her room.
"Is mummy alright? where is she going?" Beatrice asked.
"Mummy has an important place to be at the moment that's why she's in a hurry." He answered her questions, softly and carefully... clearing her curiosity.
As a little girl, Beatrice had grown to be very curious about everything and that was something he had to make sure he stopped at a tender age.
"I don't feel good, will mummy be alright?" She asked again, as he settled her on her bed.
Her eyes stared at him and he shook his head before pinching her nose.
"Silly girl, this grandpa would make sure you never be alone and mummy would come back home." He said and she smiled.
"Grandpa? It suits you though, Pablo." She giggled and he shook his head.
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Hours passed and the sky began to darken as night was on its way at a fast pace.
Beatrice stood by the patio, her hand on the pavement as she watched the huge gate.
Her red eyes blinked as the gate opened.
She sighed, as she saw the butler walk through the gate.
She walked out of her room, running down the stairs as she caught up with the butler.
"Pablo, where is mummy? it's past nine." She asked.
The older man sighed, not knowing how to pass the news.
She had already lost her father and now her mother had gone too.
Surely the little girl would not take it well.
"What happened to my mummy?" She asked, her red eyes shining due to the tears that had rested on them.
He should have known that she would have noticed the rush of his heartbeat and the sound it gave.
"Shhh.. don't cry little Beatrice. Uncle Pablo is here to protect you." He mumbled as a tear left her eyes.
"Mummy is gone." He added, and a scream filled the air.
A scream of a Twelve-year-old, as she wailed her eyes out for her lost mother.
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The next day had turned cold, colder than the cold room where slaves who disobeyed their Masters and mistresses were sent to learn their lesson.
"Little Beatrice." A woman called the little girl was quiet as she stared at her mother's corpse which was ready to be buried.
"Beatrice." The woman called again, a little louder but soft.
"Aunt Amelia." Beatrice turned to the older woman and tears prickled out of her eyes.
"Oh my little poor bunny, look how thin you have become in a few days." The woman muttered, wrapping her in her arms.
"Aunt Amelia, mummy..mummy left us." Little Beatrice cried as she hugged her only aunt.
The older woman sighed, as she cleaned the tears coming out of her sad red eyes.
"Aunt Amelia is here to take you home with her. Won't you come with Auntie now?"
Beatrice shook her head.
"I want to stay here with Grandpa Pablo."
The woman could only sigh.
The child was indeed a stubborn one, very stubborn to the core.
"How is the mansion faring now?" She turned to the man the little girl had referred to as Grandpa.
He was indeed a grandpa with white hair and all.
"We will have to move to the small Mansion at the Eastern border." The man said with a small smile.
The lands were divided into four different parts.
The Nalish, Naborta, Bathon, and the strongest of all...Viscoria.
Viscoria unlike the other lands was ruled by a cruel lord, Lord Wolfarine.
Little Beatrice looked up at her butler.
Even at a tender age, one knew who ruled the Eastern Border.
Rumors had flown around and those rumors were known to be true for how heartless and cruel the man had ruled for years.
"Grandpa Pablo, are we going there?" Little Beatrice asked as she watched the man drop their bags into the carriage.
"Hmm."
"But, they'll hit us and stake us." She said, blinking her red eyes.
"They stake witches, not vampires Beatrice." He answered and she shook her head.
"But Grandpa Pablo, the Eastern border is full of weird creatures..the wolves."
"Hmm."
"That is the only place that can guarantee your safety little Beatrice." The man said as he placed her on the seat of the carriage.
And off.. they drove to a new Land.
TBC
