Four

[Church Rectory]

The rectory was a big, white-painted building at the back of the Church.

Jude brought Tobias to check it out after the wedding program, and now they're in front of it, staring.

Tobias is unreadable, so it's hard to know by the look in his eyes if he liked the house or not.

At the right side of his rectory, there's the Brothers Quarters.

At the left side of the rectory, there's the Sisters Quarters.

Then, the Nuns Convent at the back.

"Father, do you like it?" Jude asked after a long silence of Tobias just staring. "If you don't like it, then—"

"Get the roses surrounding the rectory uprooted." Tobias interrupted sharply, facing him.

"Oh..." Jude looked at the red roses. "I'll get that done, and I'll take note of your dislike for roses from now."

"Toby!" Saint's voice found them.

Jude turned, but Tobias remained unmoved.

"Toby!" Saint recalled, his figure falling with them.

"It's Father Tobias," Jude corrected.

"Get the fuck outta my face!" Saint shoved him. "He's my brother, I get to call him whatever I like!"

Jude looked on, but he eventually shifted back, giving them privacy.

"Mama Mia!" Saint chuckled, looking at Tobias from his eyes to the shoes. "The Priest vestments look good on you, but violence looked much better on you years ago."

"You're still annoying, brat." Tobias uttered, tone closed-off.

Saint bursted into a serious laughter. "Wait ... Was that you who talked just now? Calmly? Holy motherfuckin'....I can't believe this shit!"

"Same way I don't believe it," Dean joined them with his hands pocketed.

Tobias turned around immediately, wanting to enter the rectory, but Dean pulled him back by the arm.

"You do not get to walk away, from me!!" Dean yelled at him.

"Dean," Saint cautioned, but Dean was only just beginning.

He grabbed Tobias tightly by the stole of his vestment.

"Dean!" Saint cautioned, again.

Dean and Tobias's eyes met.

While Dean's eyes spat flames, Tobias maintained the calmness.

"Everyone else might be fooled by your fake change, but not me! Cos that violence you were so into, it'd take more than scriptures to wash it away from your body!"

Jude stood where he stood—far from them, but he's seeing everything.

His eyes were wide.

"Talk to me, Tobias!" Dean pushed Tobias on the chest. "Come on, cuss me out and get violent like you always did, ass!"

Tobias stared at Dean like a dummy, and that annoyed Dean so much.

"Fucking talk to me!" He made to push his chest again, but Saint got in-between them.

"Our parents last wish was for you both my older brothers to take care of me, but y'all are never in good terms! I wanna be taken care of, you both should learn to pamper this 25 year old boy instead of gagging each other!" He whined jokingly.

Uncle Will appeared and shoved Saint out of their middle.

"Get out, Saint! You joke with everything!"

Saint laughed shortly, taking off his suit and going back to his singlet and slacks look.

Before Uncle Will could talk to the twins, Dean left.

Tobias entered the Rectory.

"Shall we?" Saint faced Uncle Will.

"God, those two..." Uncle Will sighed, following Saint away.

And that was when Jude moved, but his mouth hung wide with what he just witnessed.

He left quickly.

Inside the rectory, Tobias settled in very fast. His stuff had been arranged neatly before he got here.

He entered the bathroom straight for his bath. He didn't bother checking other parts of the house except his bedroom. He doesn't like it anyways.

Five minutes later, he emerged from the bathroom with grey boxers on his waist and his towel by his neck, hair tousled by the bathwater.

He was drying his hair with the end of the towel as he stepped into the bedroom, looking like a freshly-committed sin.

His phone buzzed on the bed where he had left it, and he picked it up to see his schedule for tomorrow.

Morning, he's praying with the Nuns and Monks. At noon, he'll be having private confession sessions with sinners. Evening, it's communion.

Sounds fun.

He dropped the phone, remembering Dean's words...

"That violence you were so into, it'd take more than scriptures to wash it away from your body!"

The remembrance brought a slight, very tiny smirk to his lips as he grabbed the towel tip again.

He continued the drying of his hair, standing by the window.

He'd have to repaint this rectory. The white might just blind him.

He hated it.

Through the window, he saw the Nuns uprooting the roses already, and one of them looked up at him.

When their eyes met, she smiled, maintaining the contact.

She could weirdly smell him despite the distance between them

He smelled of whiskey and oud—Unsettling, smoky, and entirely wrong for a man of God.

Without minding his shirtless upper body right now, Tobias stayed still, staring back as if testing her limit.

"Nun Estelle! Why standing there?!" One of the other nuns hollered.

Estelle turned around, rushing off.

But she kept looking back at him, repeatedly till her shoes met a rose stunt, and she fell.

"Nun Estelle!!"

Tobias shut the window.

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[Dean's Estate]

The estate sprawled over too many acres of land just like Redd Family Estate, but this one had diverse trees in it's surroundings, and Seraphina enjoyed the chirping birds on top of the steady stems and branches.

She had been here since the end of the wedding, expecting Dean to come, but he's not here yet.

Hornily, she took her time standing at the balcony of their honeymoon Suite with a mug of warm coffee in hand, staring at the swaying trees.

Dean's workload is packed. It'll even be more packed after the contract signing, so they can't travel out to Italy for proper honeymoon like they planned till next week.

For now, they'll make do with this Suite. Just the two of them against the chills of the morning and shadows of the night. She's getting impatient for him to come already.

She wore just red thongs which were literally all ropes. It only covered her clit. Rest of her pussy spilled open, and the ass is all out.

On the upper body?

Nothing.

No bra, so she's literally naked.

She took another sip from her mug, and it burnt her tongue.

She loved her coffee burning hot.

Her ringing phone made her turn back to the swing chair behind.

She picked it up, smiling when she saw it's 'Lis'

"Hey, girl!"

"You actually picked my call?" Allison gasped. "Meaning you're not getting pounded in bed yet? Why? Where the hell is Dean? What's his dick doing?"

"Lis!" Seraphina laughed.

"On a serious note!" Allison said.

"He'll be here soon, I believe." Seraphina got serious too.

"Bullshit! I heard he's signing the contract today. Don't tell me he's in the office presently?"

"Office? No." Seraphina frowned.

"Exactly. It better not be, and when he returns, there better be a tangible excuse." Allison replied.

"There better be," Seraphina sang.

"By the way, your sisters are clowns for doing that to your dress. They actually injected your car seat with blood to disgrace you? Talk of two braindead cunts." Allison hissed.

"They do the most embarrassing stuff most times," Seraphina sighed.

"Tell me about it, let's not talk about the clowns." Allison cleared.

"Alrght, where are you?" Seraphina changed topic.

"You know your girl is an overly active networking queen, and I've been trying hard to get to know just one member of Valhalla Club, so I'm at an event to hunt for connections." Allison explained.

"I trust you," Seraphina chuckled.

"Of course you do," Allison laughed. "Talk to you later."

"Yeah," Seraphina hung up.

She immediately dialled Dean's line, but he's not picking.

Three rings.

He didn't pick.

Her mood went sour. She looked at herself, getting mad at her preparation that's untouched.

She poured the coffee away and returned inside to wear a blue bedroom jacket.

Then she sat in bed.

Boredom.

She got her needle and wool and began crocheting a hoodie for Dean, but after three minutes...

Boredom.

She dropped it and lay in bed.

Maybe the rain she stayed under yesterday finally gave her the results, cos she slept off without knowing.

When she woke up, it was 8pm.

She startled awake, rushing down from the bed quickly.

"Babe!" She rushed out, expecting to meet Dean making dinner or something, but the house echoed.

She's still alone.

She went back inside to dress up, getting her phone.

She decided it was time to go in search of him, but then she heard his car driving in, and her arms dropped.

She stood at the edge of the staircase, waiting and expecting an apology, but when he entered, her nerves cracked.

He didn't come alone.

He came with a lady, and they're holding hands tightly.

The lady wore leather gown which stopped just below her arse, and heels that could stab metal.

"Damn, I can't believe a bitch is interested in taking all of these away. I mean..." She turned around, facing Dean. "It's all mine! This house? Your cars? You? All mine!"

"No one said otherwise," Dean laughed, throwing his arms around her hips, stretching to her ass.

He squeezed hard.

"Kelly, you're such a mean girl!" Dean laughed.

She nodded. "Anyone who owns Dean St. Graves should be mean!"

"Come here," Dean belted her neck with his palm, pulling her into a kiss.

Not just a kiss.

Their tongues darted, entering each other's mouths before their lips closed on each other.

"Mm, baby!" Kelly moaned.

Seraphina realized she wasn't breathing anymore, and she still didn't breath before she descended the remaining one stair beneath her.

Her head turned empty, eyes blurring, underarms sweating, lips trembling and stomach bugging.

"Dean!!" She yelled, her eyes wide.