12. Chapter Twelve
Chapter Twelve
" C all him," Rosie says as if it's that simple.
"I'm not sure." I run through last night's events again for the millionth time. My head rests on Rosie's lap, and she’s messing with the ends of my hair. I find it relaxing.
"Hailey, ever since I've known you, your magic has been the only thing that has interested you."
Taking the cup of water Rosie is offering me, I swallow it all in a long gulp. "I was na?ve. I thought there was a chance. I don't think I'm ready to become my mother, not even for magic," I mutter, feeling pain every time I remember her.
I remember as a child, I always wondered why she was different from other mothers. Why she used to disappear for weeks whenever the bags under her eyes became more prominent, or whenever her body shook uncontrollably. Everything was different the first two days she was back. Her smile was contagious. In those two days, I felt like I was her whole world.
I shake my head, pushing the memories aside.
"I can't even describe to you the jolt of pure power I felt down there. It was everything,” I whisper, recalling the strength I had in my fingers. Shivers rush through my body. It’s too much, but it’s everything I dreamed of. “It’s the best and worst thing that can be.” Slumping on the couch, I exhale loudly.
“You are not your mother, do you hear me?” Her firm voice makes me cringe. I love Rosie for always doing the right thing, but that just isn’t my scene. I’m the one who settles for the least just to not push my luck. “Anyway, I think he will come back,” Rosie continues.
“I don’t think so. You should have seen how quickly he left. It was as if the ground was burning.”
“He’ll be back. Count on it. You told me that he searched all over for you. That must mean something, right?”
“I just want things to get back to how they were. For Granny to be okay. ”
“Yeah. It feels kinda lonely here without her smile and her cooking.”
“I say we look for clues in Mrs. Knox’s library. We’re sure to find any detail that may have been missed. Lying on the couch all day will not help or change her condition.”
“Okay, you’re right.”
John:
"Yes. Yes, John. Harder."
I close my eyes as the image of Soraya lying beneath me is replaced with the image of Hailey. I don’t fight my invasive subconscious. Instead, I savor her beauty. Her red hair is everywhere, and her green eyes look at me with passion as her lips beg me to devour them. Her pussy is so tight as I push in more and more.
She curses, fights me for control, but I don't let go. Breathing harder, I continue my pace and thrust in and out until I explode.
Panting hard, I crash on my back next to her just as the fantasy I built inside my mind explodes.
Oh, this was a mistake, once again.
Soraya doesn’t take long to push herself on top of me, placing her pussy right on my still-hard cock. A little annoyed, I lift her slightly and place her on the bed before getting up.
“What’s wrong?”
I scan her soft features. I never promised her anything. In fact, I told her time and again that there is nothing between us. So why is she demanding more and more? I never meant to hurt her, but I will if I have to.
“I’m not in the mood,” I reply, moving to the small fridge stashed with blood. I bend over, open the door, take a bag of blood, and close the fridge firmly. When I get up, I find Soraya standing in front of me.
"How can you not be in the mood when your cock is still erect? It's so hard and thick that I want to bounce on it to make it swell more," she says in a sensual voice.
She always uses her sexuality to get what she wants. My dick gets a little harder, but I shake my head.
"My dick is hard, but not because of you," I blurt out, hoping she will leave me alone.
"It's because of Hailey, right?"
I'm sure her eyes are filling with tears, and my chest tightens a little. "I never promised you anything."
"What does she have that I don't? She doesn't even have magic. She can't help you, but I can. Let me help you, please." Suddenly, her voice turns from harsh to soft, pleading as she falls to the ground, begging me through trembling lips.
Irritated and frustrated, I place the bag of blood on the nearest table and bend down, facing Soraya. "You know you're not strong enough to help me with this mission. But you're doing a good job. You have an important role," I say in the softest voice I can muster.
"I do?"
"Yes. You help me more than you know. But I need you to stop this unnecessary jealousy."
"I promise, I won't do it anymore." She jumps on me and hugs me tightly, taking me by surprise.
“Good. You’re a good girl.”
“I am, I promise.”