"Not at the table, please.."
"But if I wait till later it won't be as satisfying."
"My love, we have a guest."
"…Fine."
Begrudgingly, Bekka released Erica from the dramatic chokehold that she held her in and allowed her to keep breathing.
Erica rubbed her neck as the bruising quickly faded, and she ostentatiously flashed Abaddon a provocative wink along with a whispered thank you.
Of course, he pretended that he did not see it so that there would be no more risk of Bekka stuffing a teacup down her windpipe.
'She's become much more aggressive as of late…'
Abaddon was glad that he was as strong as he was, because if he wasn't he was 995% sure that Erica would try to take him forcefully.
He thought of a game that may have helped aid in breaking her of her fascination with him, and smiled mischievously as he put it into motion.
