We moved to the pack house, the house Bran had once had, and it was a dump compared to my lovely mansion, but when Adam's vans pulled up, I had no choice but to ride with Adam to the pack house. He had insisted that mansion would be made safe first before living in there. He had confessed to me that there was at least six bounties on me. Good to know.
Even the security wasn't top-notch, but it had the basics. What I liked about that house was the pair of skylights that gave light in a whole new way. There was no big fridge in the kitchen to walk to, but it was big, and there were actually two freezers.
I went to the market and to the shop with Adam and got some groceries. Adam didn't have the time to cook now, as he was busy with my network. He had not given me much anything to do as he took over and made sure that no one will interfere with me. I then started making a lot of food and going to the gym. Keeping myself in top shape, 66 kilos, so I was really in shape. But as often happens in my life, when I'm in shape, something always happens that takes my fitness downhill.
Now, I was in such good shape that I treated myself. I had bought a lot of different meats and fish, pollock in fact, and now I thought I would make myself a delicious fish soup. I knew it was not best for me but it would be my treat. I had done hell of lot work, time to me to be Mimi.
I had all the ingredients in stock and would make it in no time at all; I could really taste it in my mouth. I had also bought a lot of ready-made sauce ingredients because I didn't know how to make bearnaise or hollandaise, but from a bag they would be easy to make. Again, little luxury to my food.
I'd put the ungodly roast in the oven and also three hams, about 13 kilos each, and had been roasting them for a couple of days now as they needed time. The entire house smelt quite lovely. I had been cooking through the night for three days as I didn't always need sleep. It was lovely thing to do. To cook as usually men had cooked so much around here.
I took a large saucepan, about five liters' worth and put a gigantic pile of iced pollock in the bottom, with a small amount of water, and boiled it on a plate under the lid. Meanwhile, I chopped the potatoes and onions; the potatoes were thinly sliced with an electric mixer, and the onions were finely chopped. They were colorful baby potatoes, blended mix.
When the fish was cooked, I put the potatoes and onions in. The amount of water was enough when I put the lid on to cook the potatoes. Then, when the potatoes were quite cooked. I poured about 3 liters of whole milk into this enormous pot, generously added in salt and butter, waited for the milk to heat completely, and stirred slowly. I turned off the plate when the milk was almost boiling, tasted the salt, and it was as perfect as can be. Oh my god, this was pure heaven.
I got myself a big bottle of now Hartwall Jaffa; I'd been drinking coffee and coke faithfully all the time. I actually booked myself a small table in the living room to eat at; this dining table was a modern white table with steel legs, and I didn't really like eating at it. I wanted to eat in my own peace and maybe read some anatomy same time.
I took an enormous bowl and ladled as much fish soup into it as I could, then carried it into the living room. I went to get a glass and sat down. My chair had its back to the door, and at the same time, I had taken a book on veterinary medicine to sit next to it.
I opened the book, took a spoon in my hand, and was about to take a big spoonful of soup and put it in my mouth when a tight grip around my wrist prevented me from doing so. My fingers were getting quite damn numb.
A low voice murmured in my ear, "I understand I've given my opinion on this soup, missy; don't even think of eating it."
Damon's voice was calm but completely in command. He grabbed the bowl from in front of me. Took my spoon and took the soup to the kitchen, tasting it as he went. He must have liked it. Fine, let's change the food then. Darn, just almost got it. Then I looked at my phone, see that it was time to take my ham out.
I strode into the kitchen, and my husband watched me with a raised eyebrow as I went into the oven and lifted the ungodly large ham out. It had been cooling, and now I could take the net off it.
I lifted the ham onto the rack, grabbed the scissors, and was trying to cut the net off when my husband came up behind me, wrapped his arms around me, sniffed my neck and ear, and then sank his teeth into my neck and drank me dry.
I woke up from the couch. I sat up and walked into the kitchen. The gentleman had taken the nets off all three hams, and in front of him were my sauce ingredients. I was trying not to get pissed off. This was one thing that irritated me in this specimen. How he just came and took over, not doing with me but pushing me out of the way and did everything to himself.
He said, "These are not suitable for you. Don't use any ready-made sauces; learn to make your own or wait for me to do it; I'll try to make some ready-made sauces for you, even if it's freezer-ready. These have some pretty nasty additives and coriander. I guess you didn't read the product label."
I nodded. I hadn't read it. Damon threw them in the bin. He had already made a big pot of sauces ready; he sat me down at the table and handed me a bowl of my fish soup; it was a bit changed, though; it had more cream, mostly fish, and just a bit of potato and onion. But it was superb and tasted the way it should.
He started feeding me again. It seemed to be his favorite thing to do, and I ate all I could get; there was one meal of ham and some fresh pasta I had made, and Damon just grunted as he looked at my homemade pasta.
He asked, " You bought a house here? Nice one, too; Adam just said it'll take six weeks to fix and secure, maybe eight. He wants to make it super safe. I have tried to take out those facilities and direct vampires to harass them, but it is not so easy."
I said, " Yeah, I bought it in Charlotte. It's gorgeous, but when Adam wants to fix it up, we can't dedicate it yet. There's a lovely greenhouse where I can grow seedlings or tender plants in between."
Damon said, "Yeah, we could do the garden if we have the time and the inclination, we're mostly in the bedroom or fucking around the house, but if we could try something like that in the meantime, it could be a fun change from cooking. Of course, not everything is suitable for you to touch, every plant. "
I laughed and said, " There were lovely peonies and roses in the garden of our mansion."
Damon smiled, but then looked at me quite fiercely. There was an uninhibited longing in his eyes, a need to be with me, and it was amazing because I didn't really know what Damon did whenever he went out when he did gigs or what those gigs entailed.
After I'd eaten, Damon cleaned up the kitchen, and we went into the bedroom; he sighed as he went to the door. Our bedroom wasn't that big and wonderful, as this wasn't such a fancy house.
I had put this pastel shade on and was on my way to the bathroom when Damon started collecting my half-used clothes from the chair and from the headboard and put them straight into the laundry chute; then he opened the bed, took the plush fleece blanket off the bed, put it in the closet.
I went into the bathroom to do my business, a bigger one, and my husband came in and shut the door, pressing the once-on-the-wall diffuser. And so he had a problem with things. I finished my output and flushed the toilet, washed my nether regions and my hands, and left the bathroom.
The view was pretty awesome. Completely naked Salvatore, on his back, arms behind his neck, and lying relaxed, I still had my clothes on and teased. I smiled and put on some music on my phone, closed the door, and started stripping, slowly undressing, teasing my husband, and I could tell by the look on his face that he was pretty fucking horny. Slow seduction was my thing.
I had got my jeans off and my shirt open when my husband jumped out of bed and came in, ripped my clothes off and threw me on the bed, spread my legs and thrust his cock right into my pussy, and started fucking me furiously and passionately, kissing me, touching me, talking in a low voice, almost purring and dominating me completely, capturing my wrists.
Again, nothing was enough for us. We had to get each other, to have this physical contact, and it was so fucking important to both of us somehow. It wasn't just sex; it was emotions so much at play, and somehow, we were telling each other through sex how we felt. It wasn't words; it was actions. Our physical contact was something I didn't experience with Adam, no this was just our thing, no one else's.
We don't have that connection anymore; it was a thing of the time, and bringing Mariella in messed up the pack so much, and everything we went through took that connection away. It's still in my memory, and I know Damon doesn't miss it, as harsh as that sounds. We are still with Damon; we have deep feelings for each other, but that doesn't change the facts; the fact is that I am not Damon's true soul mate. Mariella is, and I believe that with Mariella, they have this connection that we once had. Nowadays, sex can be just sex, with no deeper need. I don't know why we had that connection. Was it something that was needed between us, or was I just a substitute? And when he found the other half of his soul, I was no longer needed.
We fucked as much as we wanted in that house, but since it wasn't a perfect sex nest, we didn't fuck everywhere. Although it was very close, we didn't go fuck on Bran's desk. After the main heat had subsided, we went for breakfast while Adam and Samuel were still in the house. During breakfast, I looked at my laptop. I'd had several contacts from all over the place. I ate half carelessly as I studied the information.
There was again plethora of decisions for me to make. I sighed in my mind as I switched gears to be a leader, not a sex beast. What weapons to use in what gig, and where to put those that had just been looted from one facility? Then there was a pile of information about several new explosives, and their uses. I had to decide what we would use and what not. I was no expert, but this list had been compiled by our experts and there was information about each of them and, as the leader, it was my decision. There were questions about this and that, how to do this type of mission.
Damon sat next to me. He ate and looked at what I was doing. Then he looked more. He gave me advice on my mind; I tried to be polite and concentrate on doing my job as I wanted. These were contacts I hadn't given to Adam yet, as I hadn't had time, and there would be some work to do.
Adam came up behind me, looked at what I was doing for a moment, grabbed the laptop in front of me, and said, " Let me. I'm your second in command, so let's see what I can do before the boss is disturbed. No need for you to make all these decisions, I can do this easily."
Damon, too, laughed and said, " Or the boss, missy. You can be sure if I go on a job with you, I'll be in charge."
I didn't comment as I then concentrated on eating. Adam looked at the laptop excitedly, picked up his phone, and went to his office, Damon in tow. It seemed that I was now free of my duties as a leader.
I said, "I'm gonna go to the gym for a minute, so if you need to talk to me, talk in my mind."
The men nodded casually, talked animatedly amongst themselves, and went off to explore my network and its many problems. It was growing daily, and I was just wondering how big it would be one day.
I had got myself in good shape, and now everything was perfect when Damon came back home.
I went to the gym and gave it a go. Now, I was in superb shape, and this was almost fun. I was also doing various acrobatics that I had studied online to develop muscle tone and flexibility. I was doing lots of sets, enjoying my good shape and body, and I could do some pretty amazing feats.
My body was one of my best weapons and it needed to be on point all the time.
The men worked on my laptop for hours; I had time to shower, change my clothes, and do my hair. I had learned a lot of different hairstyles from the internet and this was quite a complex braided bun type thing I put my hair into. And then, in the evening, they both came for dinner.
Adam handed the laptop back to me and said, "All done, and also, missy, your laptop security is now top-notch; now it's safe to work on it. Cyber security is something you should remember." His voice was a little strict. He was a security consultant.
I nodded and continued eating. Although my husband started putting more food in front of me, and Samuel ate too. I had visited him to give a gigantic pile of blood samples, not in the medbay, but on the living room sofa in a very relaxed state. I could tolerate that. That was all that I was capable of right now.
He handed a bundle of papers to Damon, who looked through them, apparently talking in his mind to Samuel, and then went to get some more smoothies for me.
He said, "Your vitamins are low, so drink those now. Then they will help."
I then had my vitamins in the form of smoothies; my smoothies were very citrusy but no grapefruit, mostly oranges, blood oranges, satsumas, limes, and lemons.
We spent an intense night when I couldn't sleep with a naked man wrapped around me, so I showed him what I thought. I was pretty damn intense, and he had his hand full of me. I would have spent another day with him in bed. I had gotten him into quite an intense mood. In the morning, he showered first and then quickly slipped downstairs.
I went to the wash and put on the clothes that had been reserved for me again after he had put my semi-used ones in the wash. I was a little irritated by that and reminded myself that I should put them in my closet next time. When I went downstairs, Damon was just there. Adam and Samuel had gone to work for Bran for the day.
Adam and Samuel left for the day for a meeting, and after breakfast, Bridgette called to say she would come for coffee if she could. Damon was a little suspicious, but agreed.
Damon made the meals with the supplies I had ordered, and I read in the living room before Bridgette arrived. Bridgette wanted to talk to Damon about something, and they went off again.
Bridgette took Damon into one room and said, "You won't remember any of this again, but give me your hand. Put it in this book. You are a wizard and my job is to give the world the best chance of survival and for that, I need you and all your magic, your power will be too great for you to control it yourself, but I will do the magic that will help, but you won't remember anything again. Not for a long time. There will come a time when you will remember."
Damon put his hand on the book. He felt himself going into the book somehow, being there in the book, and then he fell asleep. He needed to fuck, Mimi had teased him, and he needed to unload, and then he went into that book.
Damon opened his eyes, and Bridgette said, " Well, I'm glad Mimi's heat went well; I, as a white witch, can help if she has any problems."
Damon nodded curtly. He had been polite when this witch had asked about Mimi's heat and duration of it and how he put it on. They went back to the kitchen, where Mimi was still sipping coffee and studying her laptop.
I had quite an extensive library in Atlanta and had only gone through it briefly. Bridgette then came back with Damon and gave me the book.
She said, "Here's to the library in Atlanta. You should take it when you remember. That book might come in handy one day."
The book was some sort of witch history or history of magic that I didn't really have time to go into.
I said, "Thanks, I've got quite a lot of kama sutras and anatomy in there. I haven't really looked through what's in there yet. If you want, you can come and have a look sometime."
Bridgette said, "I have a lot of books, but I can't promise anything; you never know where the flow will take us when we go with it."
Then she left, not even staying for coffee as she had forgotten an appointment.
Damon's phone rang after Bridgette had left.
Damon went out to talk and came back and said, "I've got a quick job in Atlanta if you want to come along and take the book with you. I know you don't want to leave it for Bran to find. "
I said, " Yeah, yeah, that's fine. I'll put it in a nice little place between the kama sutras. Did you know that we have several copies of those and also other sex books?"
Damon laughed when I agreed to go along so easily. He was quite well tuned up. We drove to Atlanta, and I went to the mansion and left the book there in the library. As I said, I put the book right on the shelf that was full of kama sutras and sex books, and then on the shelf above it was a large row of medical books.
The library was extensive. There must have been thousands of books, and there were spiral staircases going up to the upper levels. I had only been there in passing as I wasn't in the mood for a reading. There were really lovely lazy Susans where you could read.
My passion was still decorating, and I continued putting the mansion together, and after eight hours, Damon came to pick me up. I showed Damon the courtyard, the library, and some rooms. We dedicated the library and quite a few rooms as well, so we spent some time in Atlanta. We had to have each other in our bedroom and I again saw myself, from those mirrored tiles in the ceiling.
Finally, after a couple of days, we drove back to North Carolina. Before I knew it, we had been there for a week with Adam and Samuel; I was just doing Damon because he was in a very jealous mood, and he made sure we spent most of our time in bed or on the floor, fucking or sleeping on top of each other. We had to have each other.