FREDWe wanted to do something for her. Blue suggested we take her out to dinner, but I was against it. Even though we'd gotten used to leaving the house, mixing with humans was a no-no for us. Though we didn't rely solely on blood like the pure vampires, walking among mortals was a lot more difficult. It felt like dangling a slice of meat in front of a dog. Which was why I refused that. We'd had enough of humans for an entire week. The dinner outside was a suggestion from me. Blue went all out into making certain it was perfect. I had never seen him serious with something before. It was hilarious, but I kept it all to myself, knowing he would be embarrassed should I tell him about it. “Thanks for dinner.” Bella smiled, tucking her hair behind her ear, blushing. “It's nothing,” I whispered, coming behind her. Startled, she turned to look at me as a smile graced her lips. She seemed to have gotten used to our presence. She didn't seem as scared as she was whenever I sneaked up on h

She smiled, watching me with an amused gaze. Cussing, I leaned in, my lips pressing against hers. Her hand ran through my hair, encouraging me to kiss more deeply. I hummed with delight as I let my tongue slide into that beautiful, smooth pussy. A sigh of relief escaped her mouth as I licked along her sweet, juicy slit.“Blue!” she cried out when I repeated my actions, desperate as she writhed under me, her cunt clenching around my tongue. It was just as I was starting to feel her wetness saturating my tongue that she surprised me by pulling my head away from her.“What's wrong?” I looked up, frowning at her actions as I wondered why she stopped me when we were just getting to the best part. “I wish to feel it deeper. I prefer it when you eat me out from behind," she explained, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.Watching in amazement, I observed her actions. She got to her knees, facing Fred, who had his legs widened. She crawled towards him. “Don't you want to feel my mouth o

I didn't believe Chris until the director called us to the office. The way the workers looked at me like I was an angel that descended from the sky as I strode to the director's office, was quite unnerving. I was feeling super nervous as I walked over to the director's office. Chris wasn't with me. I was the only one the director asked for, so she couldn't go with me even if she wanted to. My hands shook as I reached forward to knock on the door. My throat felt dry when the director asked me to step in. My heart hammered against my ribcage as I stepped in, only to freeze when I saw my lovers, sitting on the chairs I once sat with Chris, their entire focus on me. The hotness of their gazes on my body made it impossible for me to move. I remained rooted to the ground, checking them out. It was the first time I'd seen them in suits. They looked different. With their hair slicked back with gel, they looked like actors on their way to a gala. Had the director not asked me to step forw

I gulped, looking towards Fred, who didn't even have a friendly smile on his face as he watched me. "I... I didn't mean it like that." Gulping, I drew two steps back. This was the first time I had seen such a murderous expression on Blue's face. I knew the right thing to do was run, and ask questions later. No one knew where I was, and would —"Do you think they badly of us?" He demanded, his voice rougher, not like the calming tone he always used with me. He sounded more like Fred but with a touch of darkness. "Do you take us to be monsters? Is that why you want to leave? I see. You can't wait to leave us. I bet you have been counting the days until you leave."I shook my head. "That's not true! You were the ones who wrote the contract, and not me. It's stated that I only had to stay with you for two months. Since it's the end, I thought you would let go." I drew more steps as he approached me. "We know you never cared for us. To you, we are nothing but beasts who took your virgini

I was nervous, and so were the others. It was the first time any of us would see them. Not even the director and the top workers in the company could boast of meeting the owners. They haven't even spoken with them. All ths interactions between them were done through emails. They were like ghosts, almost like the Christophos brothers whose family had stayed long in the city, but no one knew anything about them. I checked my reflection in the mirror for the tenth time. I was so nervous that I went to the restroom every few minutes to check on my clothes. It was such a pity they didn't install any mirror for me when they constructed my office. It would have made it easier for me. I wouldn't have gone to the restroom just for this. I had my hair up in a neat bun, not a strand out of place. It took me close to an hour to perfect the look. As the best journalist, I had to be in the nicest, if not splendid state. I didn't bother with makeup since I wasn't a fan of that. I just dabbed my fa