![]() ![]() Two years he had commissioned me to hold a private recital for his mom. Oh no, please tell me that’s not his mom. I turned around to see a very beautiful woman in a wheelchair. I’d been staring back at him while he studied me like a bug under a scope again. "Jackson, don't keep her out there bring her on in here." The voice jumped me out of my daze. All five foot two inches of fire breathing hell that she was. Since I wasn’t too fond of procrastination, and wasn’t looking forward to losing my fucking mind, we were gonna have to speed things up.īesides the clock was already ticking since I’d seen it, which meant that from this moment on, she was mine. If the tall tales bore any truth, then it won’t be long before she was all I thought about before I finally took her beneath me. It was said that the man grew increasingly possessive and pretty much loses his fucking mind. The male’s obsessiveness in the tales was always a bit fantastical for my taste, but if there was any truth to them, then I might be in trouble. My family had a whole cabinet of documents dedicated to what I had always counted as an old wife’s tale. It had been that way with my mom and my grandma and the others before them. The land knew and welcomed the new lady of the house in just that way. It was something to do with the land or so the legend went. ![]()
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