One morning, I sipped my coffee, ate my croissant, and watched Eden begin her day.
“Don’t worry about me, Dad.” She held the phone to her ear as she walked into her small living room. “Aunt Celina has been a major support system here. I’m safe here with her.”
Don’t I know it?
Of course, I couldn’t hear her dad’s response.
Rolling her eyes, she strolled over her small fireplace. The cat I’d bought her lay on the couch next to our violin. She’d called the little furry thing, Vibrato. As far as I was concerned, Vibrato didn’t entertain or cuddle with her enough.
Should I get her a puppy?
“Dad, I don’t like it when you talk about Aunt Celina that way. She is not crazy. I am being careful in Belladonna. Yes, and with Aunt Celina.” She sighed and listened to her father lecture her some more. “Really, Dad? There is no demon inside of Aunt Celina.”
I really like her father.
She paused on the side of the fireplace’s mantle and picked up a tiny figurine. It was a little porcelain black girl with pigtails and chubby cheeks. She wore a painted on pink dress with white ruffles. In the little girl’s arms was a tiny brown violin and a bow.
More figurines of children from various races rested on the mantle. Each held a different instrument, but when Eden stood by the mantle and talked on the phone, she always toyed with that little brown violinist, in the pink dress.
“Okay, Dad. Yes. I’ve got it. Hell and damnation.” She set the figurine down. “So, I would love to drive down and see you this weekend or—”
She paused.
Her father must’ve interrupted.
“Dad, you keep wanting me to wait until the church is built. I would love to see you.” She placed her hand on her hip. “That’s been two years. Do you not want me to come? What’s going on down there?”
Should I have someone check on him?
“Okay.” She nodded. “I’ll wait until you’re done. Yes. Yes. I’m excited to see the church…and you.”
A sad expression lay on her face. “Okay, Dad. I love you too. Talk to you later.”
She hung up and headed to her bedroom. The cat rose, stretched, and jumped off the couch. Both entered her room.
I switched to the next camera as she shut the door.
My phone rang.
I picked it up and spoke in French, “Yes?”
Louis replied, “Rafael will be up to your room with Shalimar.”
“Does Shalimar know anything?”
“No. Rafael left the talk for you to do.”
“Good. What about Shalimar’s step-father?”
“I did what you asked.”
“Every detail?” I asked.
“I have the bloodied suit to confirm it.”
“With a job like that you should wear a rain coat and boots.”
Louis failed to keep the sarcasm out his voice. “I’ll remember that next time.”
“Just send them up.” I turned the phone off and returned to my laptop.
Eden had taken a quick shower and just stepped out.
My cock jumped in my pants.
No, Eden. Don’t get naked now. I have a meeting.
Leaning forward, I curled my fingers around the arms of my chair and gripped them.
Her long black hair was wet. My hands itched to grip those soft locks.
My cock grew at the thought. I’d already jacked off in the shower this morning, thinking of her, and now I yearned to do it some more.
Eden unwrapped the towel and threw it on her bed.
Goddamn it.
Every time I saw her naked body it took my breath away. There would never be a moment, when I could tire of looking at her.
I’m an addict. How long can I see her, but not touch or taste her?
My mind dizzied with the insanity of it all. My body unraveled out of control as it always did, when she went naked on my screen.
I ran my fingers through my hair.
I had to fuck her. There was no way I could turn around and forget about it all. Her aunt Celina would need more than Russians to keep me away.
On the screen, Eden grabbed a bottle of lotion, put some in her hands, and began to lather it along her legs. I gripped my chair tighter and licked my lips. The view of her pussy was not good enough for me. But then it would never be good enough unless that paradise lay right in front me.
I’m going to spend my lifetime licking that pretty pussy.
Squirting more lotion on her hands, she cupped her breasts and smeared it along those full globes. Desire filled her eyes as she touched her nipples.
Oh, Eden. How good does it feel to touch yourself?
The door of my room opened.
Rafael walked in with Shalimar.
Goddamn it!!
“Give me one minute.” I glared and turned off the laptop.
Rafael smirked. “Still binge-watching your favorite show?”
“Yes. I always like to get caught up with my favorite character.” I rose from my desk and walked over to where they stood. “Right now, I would like to talk to Shalimar.”