Temptation

Chapter 58

« On déteste parfois sa famille de cher, on aime toujours sa famille d'esprit. »

«We sometimes hate our flesh family, we always love our spirit family.»
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A brand new day was granted with hope and wishes. The golden sun fingers caressed my skin when the first rays of sunrise lit up the sky. The brisk east wind fluttered my now brown hair shimmering by the golden light. So early to already witness earth's first wave of hotness slithered under my white combo PJ. No disrespect, but I understood where Julia inherited his freak side. None of the clothes his mother gifted me was conservative. She was setting me up to wear outfits that would please her son's eyes. Don't twist my words; I loved it. My whole style was about showing as most skin as possible. God gifted me a beautiful body, and I loved showing it. If I could walk with my titties suspended in the air every day, I would.

I rested my elbows in n the stone railing, supporting my chin on my palm. Barkings sliced the morning silence. Uriel was chasing Colonel down by the pool. The black and white cat jumped on the waterfall mural, Uriel still barking at the unbothered cat, licking his mouth, while politely sitting down next to the water, his tail wrapped around his paw. I assumed Colonel ate Uriel treats, and he was upset. I scoffed. Abbadon seemed to rescue Colonel, tackling Uriel on the ground. Uriel chased her back to the patio, under me. I only saw Kurt's head appear then disappear and Colonel jumped away to join the fight. The wrestling went a while before a whistle stopped it all. The pet sitter has arrived to take the dogs on a walk.

A pair of arms twirled around my waist. An automatic smile drew on my face. His moist and cold lips kissed my bare shoulder.

"Good morning, princess." He rasped. His morning voice was more profound and low. So sexy and attractive, it tingled my genital.

"Morning, baby. How's your sleep?" I reached back to caress his hair.

That question was a tricky one to see if he would lie to me. We had been in Texas for four days now. We had been sleeping together, and I knew he wasn't sleeping well. He would randomly jump in the middle of the night, turning around non-stop and staring at the ceiling. Sometimes he would even leave the bed to stand on this balcony or wash his face multiple times during the night. I didn't say anything. He was pretending to be okay, so I let him be. He made it clear. He would talk when he wanted to, so I respected that. But it nudged deep inside me how his comportment changed whenever he would walk by the living room where the homicide took place. Maybe it was normal he had PTSD about that. I was no psychiatrist to know that.

"I'm sleeping with the woman I love. Of course, I am having the best night of sleep."

What a classical. It would have been a sweet phrase to butter my heart if I didn't know he just lied to me. I hated pretending or being silent. I wanted to discuss the problem and solve it right away! Dragging it would make it worse.

"Do you think our gazebo is still up?"

He chuckled and kissed my hair. "I think so. If not, probably destroyed by animals since we left our leftovers, but I can rebuild it."

"I don't think we need to go in the forest anymore."

"I still want some pussy in the woods, though. It's like eating the chicken out of the salad." He smiled widely like a child.

"Julian Muriño De Elvero, sometimes I really hate you, bruh."

"Xemina Shan Royale, I love you more."

Enough of the playing around. Roger, one of the butlers, informed us breakfast was ready. Julian was taking forever to style his hair. He has millions of products just for it. I, sometimes, was jealous of his hair because they were long, curly and silky and so abundant. I waited for him on the sofa with my sketch notebook, thinking about a new croquis.