Veronica and Tia are on their way to buy groceries. Lisa told me that Marc was on his way to get clothes for Tia and himself. She and I are in charge of cleaning.It's strange that I've driven past this road several times and never noticed this beautiful house. It doesn't look like anyone has lived here for a long time, but the construction looks solid. The walls are stone, there are dusty chandeliers hanging in every room, and you know when you see them that they'd one day shine as cleanly as the sun. The Italian marble on the floor is in desperate need of cleaning. Some of the window sills are run down and old, but in most of them the structure is still intact. There are two floors. On the ground floor there is a huge kitchen, a dining area and a living area with 12 sofas. The white sheets covering the sofas are now beige because they're old and no longer clean. On the ground floor there are two bedrooms and an entertainment room. On the first floor there is another living area with

"Thanks for helping with the cleaning, Chris. And even more for coming into the forest for us.""It's the least I can do," he told me."Which room can I take?" Tia asked me at the dining table."How about the room next to the library on the first floor? That used to be my room when I was your age. You'd like it." I told her."Really? Thanks," she said gleefully."I'll sleep in the room next to yours and you can come to me if you're scared," I assured her, knowing how anxious these changes must make her."Is it okay if Lisa and I take the room next to the kitchen?" Marc asked me, looking at Chris. I saw the colour drain from Chris' face. Obviously Lisa hadn't had time to tell him about Marc and her.I noticed Lisa gave an annoyed look and the colours disappeared from Chris' face. Marc looked at me hopefully for an answer. This was an awkward moment. "Sure, if you both agree." I said and tried to end the conversation."Marc, can I talk to you for a minute?" Lisa asked."Sure." said Marc

Lisa barely spoke to me for the rest of the evening. Tia has already retired for the night, and Veronica is speaking to Lisa about something. My mind drifts to the thoughts of Lisa and Chris cleaning that evening. Of course, I trust her. But I know very well the look in Chris’s eyes. He clearly has feelings for Lisa, and that thought is making me restless. I pour myself some scotch and retire to the bedroom.I heard Lisa come in after a while. She examined the room for a while, and I noticed her eyes trace their way from my face to my chest. I was standing by the window and had a few buttons on my shirt undone. The look in her eyes changed from anger to desire."I am supposed to be mad at you, you know?" "Are these feelings just because of the mate bond then?" she asked me."No. The mate bond only amplifies the emotion you feel for your partner, but it can’t give rise to feelings that aren’t already there." I explained.She came and stood beside me by the window. I wrapped my arm arou

I spent a very long time staring at my screen before deciding to text her. I was enraged that I couldn't reach her for weeks and then when I did, she was in danger of dying. I could not bear to witness her suffering. I tried to keep her safe for many years. She had gotten herself into a pickle, and I had been ignorant of it, which was aggravating.Marc. My mind was whirling around that name wildly. He had never looked at Lisa in a way I liked. Even during his wedding, the idiot kept staring at her. He came right after us to the dance floor when I ordered her to get up and move. It was clear that he had the wrong intentions for her. They were together at this point. When did Lisa first feel something for him?I stayed away while she finished her PhD thesis since I didn't want to interfere with her research. I thought that I would finally be able to convey to her how I felt for her—how I had felt for her all these years—now that she had her ideal job and we could work together.I roll

Everything Lisa said to me yesterday is still registering in my mind. She isn't really what we'd call a human, but that doesn't concern me in the least. Knowing that she was honest with me and did not withhold any information makes me feel at ease. I'm taking it easy this morning because I don't have to report to work today. I get into the shower after taking off my clothing. Right now, she is the only thought that I can hear around me.I have to control the ache of wanting to be with her as I feel myself getting hard against the water. She is currently with someone else. I repeat it out in an effort to force myself to accept the truth. My cock stiffens as I continue to think about her. I find myself banging my palm on the wall and come out of the bathroom with a rock-solid erection. Despite the fact that I know she doesn't want me, I can't bring myself to feel any relief when I think about her. I owe it to her as a friend to be there for her. My thoughts keep going back to all the ti