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_______ KircheLeaf Arc 2: My Wife Is A Closet Yandere _______ ~ END of CHAPTER FORTY ~

Two boys and a girl were having a threesome. “Oh shit!” He exclaimed in horror, quickly slamming the door, “Please memory, forget what you just saw.” He moved on to the next door and opened it. “Oh fuck!” He exclaimed once more at the gruesome scene and shut the door, “Is Professor Stiles even home? How the hell am I to leave here.” He moved on to the next door and placed his eye on it. All he heard was moans, he moved to the next one, to the next and then to the last door on the passage.

“Go in there, stay quiet, don't make any noises. I'll go let her in now before she breaks down the door.” I agreed and went into the closet, nearly getting blinded by the obscene amount of coats and jackets he possessed. A little spider majestically slid down its web and casually settled on my arm. On reflex, I flicked it off, holding my breath so that I didn't scream. Just then, I heard the door open and footsteps enter. “For a moment I thought you weren't in,” said Clara, sounding a little relieved. I went a little deeper into the closet and sat down on the floor, in case they had a conversation longer than I hoped.

The door creaked open, and I darted inside, heart slamming against my ribs. I should’ve slammed it shut. I should’ve locked it and pretended I was alone. Instead, I stood there with my hand still on the handle, trembling, chest heaving… and I left the door open. Their shadows filled the frame a heartbeat later. Four of them. Tall, broad, eyes burning gold and silver in the dim light. Wolves in men’s skin. My wolf purred. "Ours." And gods help me, I stepped back in an invitation. They followed me in.

He then closed the bathroom door tightly, leaving Airin full of questions. That man didn’t intend to use the same towel as her, right? Besides being disgusting, it’s also unhealthy. But it’s useless to protest. Feeling tired. She plopped down on the bed with a long sigh. “What a beautiful . . . and dangerous morning!” she muttered sarcastically to herself. ***

Four different ways of loving me, each perfect in its own way. That evening, I was curled up in the sitting room with a book when the boys found me. “Room for four more?” Marcus asked, though they were already arranging themselves around me. “Always.” Darius settled behind me on the couch, pulling me back against his chest. Kael claimed the armrest beside me, his hand automatically finding my hair to play with. Marcus took the other end of the couch, my feet in his lap as his hands began massaging away the day’s tension. Zane positioned himself on the floor, leaning back against my legs.

“It is just a shirt.” “It is a better shirt than your work one.” Lucas turned toward him slightly. “You talk too much outside work too.” Jordy smirked. “And yet you followed me here.” “I came for quiet.” “Convenient answer.” Lucas stepped a little closer. Jordy noticed but said nothing. Lucas reached past him toward a shelf behind Jordy, his arm brushing lightly near Jordy’s shoulder. Instead of moving away after grabbing the bottle, Lucas stayed there, close enough for Jordy to catch the faint scent of soap and fabric freshener on him.

I played a section of the audio clip that I had been recording since the beginning. [Brother Fab is indeed fabulous. Even the mighty Ms. Jefferson is completely under your thumb!] [“Ms. Jefferson? She’s nothing. Back when Brother Fab was lending money, he could have any girl he wanted. Now, that’s what I call a good life!”] Upon hearing the audio clip, Tiffany’s mind was instantly transported back five years ago. She was grabbed by several masked men and was nearly violated… Yet, she refused to believe it had anything to do with Fabian.

Fourth—but what I hadn’t expected was how deeply it would drain me. I couldn’t sleep. Ideas came halfway and died halfway. My mind felt stretched thin. What kind of man was Mr. Fourth? I stared into nothing. The house was quiet except for the ticking clock on the wall. My phone beeped with a notification from I*******m. I picked it up lazily from the table, hoping for a distraction. New York Fashion Blog. I clicked it. Luxury & Bliss — New Store Opening Celebration. The photos loaded one after another. Gina.

Until next time you stay girly and I'll stay in the closet awaiting my best opportunity to finally escape. Love, Teagan The Closeted Lesbian