Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 49826 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 249(@200wpm)___ 199(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49826 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 249(@200wpm)___ 199(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
I didn’t see the succubus anywhere near the brunch table, which made my eggs benedict taste that much better. Without her presence to annoy me, I spent a pleasant morning and early afternoon getting reacquainted with the house I hadn’t spent any real time in since my early teens.
Until midday when I saw the housekeeper slipping out of the room next to mine with an empty tray. “What’s going on? Why are you serving her in bed?” Let me find out she’s putting on airs in the house that is now rightfully mine. I’d love an excuse to send her packing. She’d be wise to realize that things aren’t going to be the same now that the old man is gone. I’m no old fool who’s going to fall for her bullshit.
“The young Miss isn’t feeling well.”
“What’s her malfunction?” A guilty conscience, maybe? Or is she terrified of what I’m going to do to her after the three months are up?
“She says her whole body aches, and she can hardly walk. I gave her some ibuprofen to help ease the pain; she should be right as rain in a bit.” She mumbled something under her breath that I didn’t catch, but I’m not invested enough to ask her to repeat herself.
On the other hand, what the hell was her lazy ass doing to get that sore? Likely story: more like she’s hiding from me, which is just fine. Even though there isn’t much to do in this town where the average age is sixty, it still beats having to look at her lying face.
I was bored out of my skull by three. With no one to take shots at, which I admit is the most infantile thing I’ve done for as long as I can remember, there was nothing left to do. I thought about peeping into the room just to make sure she wasn’t stealing the silver with plans to make a run for it after midnight, but just on the off chance she was really ill, I didn’t want to look like a dick.
I ended up in the vast family library sometime later, surrounded by hundred-year-old books. The room had a lingering smell of cigar smoke and a heavy feel of the old man’s presence. No doubt this is where he’d spent most of his time here, as was evident by the ashtray filled with cigar ashes. I chose a book at random and sat to while the time away.
A chance glance outside a nearby window hours later caught the sunset, which gave the place a nice surreal glow. I looked out onto the grounds below, and they actually looked enticing enough to make me want to take a closer look.
I left the book lying on the side table and walked over to have a better look, drawn by the pristine beauty of green-green grass that led to a garden beyond with a riot of spring colors that were pleasing to the eye.
What the actual fuck? Since when do I think in prose? Pleasing to the eye? Gardens? All the same, I found myself heading outside for a stroll. Why not? Might as well spend some leisure time while I’m here. Later I’ll probably head into town and see what’s going on there, though I wasn’t holding out much hope. Last I heard, there were only two people my age in the whole place, except for this one who’d been here for a little more than a year. Spooky ass town!
ELLIE
I heard him questioning Louise outside my door earlier but was too tired to get up to investigate. He’d kept me up all night with his sexual demands, and my body, not accustomed to such acrobatics, was paying the price. My face heated as I recalled all the things we’d done to each other, some of which I didn’t even know existed, some probably not fit for humans to try. It begs the question, just where had he learned such things?
I know from his grandfather that he’s well-traveled and has been around the world numerous times, preferring out-of-the-way places where not many dares traverse since his late teens. Is that where he learned all of those things? All the ways to excite the female body.
Between my thighs still felt hot to the touch, but the soreness was beginning to ease after multiple baths and the ointment I’d found in the medicine cabinet. After hours spent in bed, I was tired of my own company. Well, that’s partly what’s bothering me.
My other more pressing problem is my own silly wants. For the better part of a year, I’ve been looking forward to last night. After hearing the many stories of what led to me being here and then meeting him in the flesh, I’ve lived with a burning need to get close to him.