ABIGAIL POV“Don't be angry, but my body is better, and it's been like a stone for 400 years.” He jokes, laughing alone, he notices that no one is following him and asks us, “A question, where did they put the fun people?” “I want to organize a party.”“400 years?” I said stunned, mouth agape. Living that amount of time is impossible.“Don't look at me like that, I didn't know Adam and Eve.” he gets angry, and goes to lie down on the couch.I look for Damian, I'm still shocked by his brother's age.“This is Natalie, she will stay with us tonight,” Damian tells me, before feeling his hand on my waist, holding me possessively, “You obeyed me.”I nod, blushing, “It was dangerous to leave here, I wouldn't expose Zion like that.”"Good girl." he smiles and walks past me, leaving me alone.I move to the living room, there our two tenants were arguing, and a girl was mediating with it. Asmeral insulted Bastian, and Natalie laughed and calmed Bastian down.“Why are you such an idiot?” Asmera
ABIGAIL. POV“Are you willing to love me?”I couldn't believe it. Damian doesn't know love, but the way he protects me, the way he cares about me and Zion, our son.“Completely, Abigail.” he promised, and I honestly believed him.I trust him.But…“You're going to have to prove it,” I stepped aside, “I'll set the table.”I dedicated myself to organizing the table, placing the dishes, glasses, forks, knives and spoons, everything necessary for us to have a pleasant dinner, although I sense that Bastián and Asmeral will not do their part to ensure peace at the table. Damian served, and reached for a bottle of wine.It was fascinating to meet that tender Damian who wanted to convince me that he love me, the warmth of his hands, the security in his eyes, his manly voice sounding so careful. Simply fascinating. And I believe him, but I have to pressure him to think about giving me a place in his life outside of bed, because he could also be needing to be with a woman and that's why he pers
ABIGAIL POVNatalie smiles at her, “It's not easy, but I'm learning to live with this, sometimes I can feel the magic of other witches, who they are and what spell they use, and I saw you, Asmeral” Asmeral swallows dryly, “I saw you protecting Abigail and his son.”"You have a son?" Bastián asked, babbling without missing the news placed on the table.“Yes,” Natalie answers, “A son Siphon.”“No,” Bastián covers his mouth with his hands, he is truly enjoying dinner, “Is it a siphon?”Damian notices my fear, and talks about it, “I hope I have your silence, Natalie, I don't want to be forced to hurt you.”Natalie smiles at him, “I won't say anything, but I would like to meet him.”“No,” I refused, she didn't give me confidence, I don't like her calmness, how she knows everything, “No.”Natalie lowers her face, and I know she likes to make me nervous, why does she do it?“I won't hurt him.”“I don't believe you, I'm sorry, you're a witch, and I don't want you around my son.” I stand up,
ABIGAIL POVI needed to be sure of his level of commitment to us.“Yes,” he says, “I want to be a good father, Abigail.”“And you will be,” I assured him, encouraging him, “I trust you.”He smiles wolfishly, getting closer, taking with his hand the end of the tie that encloses my body in the bathrobe, I would like him to untie it and leave my skin completely at the mercy of his big hands.And the only thing that stops him is Zion sleeping a few steps away from us, it would be very irresponsible to do adult things in front of our son, we would become bad parents. I ran my hand over his cheek, and he liked the feel of my skin, he closed his eyes and I couldn't look more helpless, more tender. I smiled more.Yes, Damian can be very difficult, hostile, cold, cruel. But he also had tenderness if you learned to see it."And I trust you." He lets me know, and one of his hands goes and touches my chin, and the other, in my carelessness, pushed me to him, to where he wanted me exactly, on his
DAMIAN. POV “Good morning, Bastian.” Abigail greets my brother, he smiles at her, and continues sunbathing, he is tanning, “And he stops calling me that.” He asks her, with a slightly annoyed tone.“Sister-in-law?” Bastián repeats, making me burn him with my eyes, she nods, it bothers her that I call her that, it bothered me too, Bastián smiles evil, I know that look, he spits venom, “It's just that Damian told me that you are his wife. ”I close my eyes cursing inside, it pisses me off that he says it so blatantly, with that mocking tone he always uses."That?" I heard Abigail's impression and absorbed expression, I looked dismayed, asking for answers.Bastián smiled like never before, he achieved what he wanted, and at the same time what I wanted, for Abigail to find out about my serious interest in her. But I won't let Bastian enjoy it, it wasn't the way, it wasn't the place, Zion is here, for God's sake!For this reason, and with the enormous anger that had been accumulated since
He makes me laugh, I sit next to him, I steal his glass of rum, I dare to take a sip."What's going on?" I asked, curious to know if he was really thinking about him.“I want power.” He mentions lost at that point in the room that consumes him.I frown, “Power?” I repeated, taking another sip.“And I'm going to have it” he looks at me as if I were a stranger, his eyes were so cold, so unknown that I wasn't his brother, he returns to that point where he is consumed in his thoughts, “Whatever it takes.”"You can count on me." I gave him my support, and extended the glass of rum to him. Bastián smiles at me, and he takes it, pouring all its contents into his mouth.“What do you mean I have a siphon nephew and I didn't know it?” He acts offended, but laughs again, smiles at me, “Zion is like me.”“It's a mini me, Bastian.” I reply having the creative genes of that child.“Physically yes,” he certifies, “In personality he is also like me.”I frowned, “How do you say he's like you?”“That h
POV ABIGAIL If Damian had listened to me when I told him that I had business to attend to, I wouldn't be alone with Bastián, it's so uncomfortable and difficult, we don't get along, but we try, he's like family, Damian surprised me today, he wanted to bring me here, to me who had to chase me to stay in his office. I look at the door, and the great CEO written on it, Bastián opens it, another impressive thing, Bastián polite, hard to believe, I know. “Damian, my love, I need you.” I'm the first to pass, I recognize that voice, it's her. My body remains static, I forgot how to move it, how to move my lips, speak. I confirm her presence, her curvy body in a very short black dress, heels and matching accessories, her raven hair falling in cascades over her left shoulder, her frivolous gaze finding me. She is sitting in Damian's booth. She makes me so angry, so angry. I bite my tongue. "What are you doing here?" I spit approaching her. Amelia smiles at me, “I remember you, the intrud
ABIGAIL POV“I thought we settled that last night, love.” And without permission, without right, he kisses me, takes me and claims me so much his that even I could believe it.A tug at the waist, unbridled lips, wild hands and the need that screamed his kiss. All of this pushed me to forget everything, who surrounded us, what was happening itself. Bastián cleared his throat, making Damian slow down, stop his excessive madness, and he does, he distances himself a few centimeters from my face, his bluish eyes enjoy seeing my reddened and swollen lips. And even more knowing that he is the only one to blame for it.And suddenly I got angry, I felt so much fury, because he always does what he pleases, it's just what he does now with me, right in his eyes I see that I'm not wrong, he kissed me to make it clear that I am his. AND IT IS NOT LIKE THAT. FUCK.I have made it very clear to you before, I am not your property, I am a woman, not your slave or an ornament in your office. But that doe