Chapitre 496: 15. Dub-I-Dub.
After my steamy, hot, relaxing, and cleansing shower, I wrapped myself in a fluffy, warm towel and indulged in the refreshing scent of my favorite body wash. I carefully selected the clothes that had been reserved for me, feeling the soft fabric against my skin as I got dressed.
As I made my way downstairs to the kitchen, I noticed the gentle hum of the air conditioning creating a cool and comfortable atmosphere. The girls and I had discussed the idea of having a kitchen upstairs, away from prying eyes, and maybe even a separate baking kitchen.
When I entered the kitchen, my senses were greeted by the sight of a beautifully set breakfast table adorned with fresh fruits made out of smoothies for me, pastries, and steaming coffee. The only other person present was Damon, who skillfully arranged several plates in front of me before disappearing to attend to his own tasks.
I eagerly sat down to eat, savoring every bite of the delicious food. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, mixing with the sweet scent of the pastries. I indulged in three liters of Coca-Cola, feeling the cool fizziness dance on my tongue. I took pride in being a good girl, determined to maintain a low profile during the upcoming three-day festivities with Salvatore.
I did not want this Christmas to be a flank party, not at all and if Damon would just find some ladies in the party, it would be all good, leaving me to have my fun and talk to people actually, not being all drugged up to my eyes.
After breakfast, I joined the girls in exploring the Christmas decorations throughout the house. The centerpiece was a majestic tall fir tree, proudly standing in the middle of a spacious room. Its branches were adorned with colorful garlands, twinkling lights, and festive ornaments. The air was filled with the unmistakable scent of pine, evoking memories of past Christmases.
As I walked on the red Christmas rugs that adorned the floor, I couldn't help but notice how the curtains were perfectly coordinated with the holiday theme. It felt as if someone, a telepath husband of mine, had tapped into my thoughts and brought my ideas for Halifax to life, even though they were slightly different in this unique setting.
For example, I had planned those colors of garlands in windows, gold and dark blue and then silver and bright red. It was funny how there were thick, luxurious, long garlands exactly into windows like I had planned. It warmed my heart to see my vision come to life, creating a sense of familiarity and joy. I looked at the fir, baubles, and everything.
It was or had been once one dream of mine to have some decorations bought with Damon, so we would have our decorations on Christmas to put in the tree for centuries to come. But this was the first Christmas that I would spend, and celebrate, even though I had been decades already in the pack. It had just never been time to celebrate Christmas, and I had not been sure that would anyone celebrate Christmas even.
Mimosa wanted to show me fish, how well they were doing, and what fish were talking about. We were in the aquarium room enjoying the fish when the caterers started to arrive. It had been a wonderful morning, and I was feeling all Christmassy.
I knew that I would enjoy this party quite much as I had seen Damon talking to his phone, in a very seductive manner, so I was flank-free. And then, half an hour later, Charles came to pick us up to get dressed and do our hair. Fine. I had blood red long curly hair, and Mirella had brown, spiky straight, and quite short in a stylish way.
Men had selected our dresses, our clothes and I was not sure if this was Damon's selection or Adam's and Charles's, but I was a good girl, did like I was told, and got on with dressing myself.
For me, had been reserved for a blood-red silk dress that went all the way down the front, and again, no bra, fine. My hair was gathered on top of my head in an elaborate curly cloud, and I had high-heeled diamond studded shoes on my feet. I had quite extravagant jewelry on me, too.
Then I went downstairs with Charles by my side. Charles had on a blood-red silk shirt, and dark violet leather pants and that boy looked so darn handsome. His long hair had put in a nape on his neck just with his leather straps. Like he normally kept it.
It was already in full swing, and Adam was also waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs. He had an electric blue silk shirt and white pants and he was quite darn yummy, too. His long, thick, jet-black hair curled around his neck and I wanted to sink my fingers into it. We didn't have our belt system here, but we didn't always need it.
Mirella was dressed again, very normally. She had a simple black dress, loose and not overly sexy, with a little thicker material, so it was almost like a box on her. Her shoes were not as high as mine, she was taller so she didn't need so much extra height. Mimosa had a dress on her too, metallic-like material, silver, and she was wandering among the guests, babbling about something or other.
This vast space was full of people. Chatter was heard and soft laughter too. There was a multitude of scents, too, from perfume to all of those Christmas treats that had been laid on enormous tables on one side of the hall. I knew that most of those would be suitable for me but I was not yet so hungry, I might nibble something in some time.
I wanted to meet and greet as many as possible. There was a good selection of fleas too, many familiar faces and, of course, then again, because Bran was involved, there were werewolves, alphas and betas, and families to talk to him or each other too.
Charles and Adam also went out socializing, and I walked among the guests and said hello, and wished them a Merry Christmas. I saw Rob standing alone. He looked a little bewildered, and I went to him and said, "Merry Christmas,"
He turned around, hugged me, and said, "Merry Christmas to you too, flea. How is it going?"
I said, "Fine, just fine, I have had a good time, and even that damn shed session made me have a long recovery. It is all in the past now. Did you know that this is actually the first Christmas that I celebrate as supernatural?"
He looked quite amazed and said, "No, I did not know that. I have not had so many Christmases either. But did you know I am about to be a father? I got married, while you were recovering and Fiona is perfect for me. She did not make it, as doctors don't let her be too much on her feet. Our son will be born in a few weeks, so if I am out of here, out of the blue, you know why."
I laughed and saw how happy he was. I said, "I am so glad that you came even though you had so wonderful time. I am really happy for you and for your family, too."
Suddenly there was quite a tight grip on my arm, passionfruit wafted into the air and Damon said to Rob, "You must be Rob, right, Mimi, my darling wife, has told me so much about you and you have been a lifesaver for her, for that, you get my gratitude, My wife is foolhardy as she is, so I am imagining she is not easiest to keep safe in mission."
Rob nodded and said, "Mimi is one of a kind and it has been my absolute pleasure to be able to be part of her life, to protect her, be her companion, help her, and sometimes even heal her."
Damon chuckled low and said, "You are very sincere. That sounded almost like a wedding vow. But I assure you, I will keep her safe here. So you are free to mingle."
Rob saw the flash in Damon's eyes and moved away. Damon walked with me, not flanked, but we walked as a couple until one woman came up to him and pretty much seduced him with her. She had brown hair, a thin face, and a greedy look on her quite plain face. I noticed that her mouth was asymmetrical too.
I was left to wander by myself and soon after, Jarod came over, and the woman on his arm was his wife, Miss Parker. She was an impressive, beautiful woman with an evident edge.
She had black hair, in a bun, green, small, little beady eyes, she was beautiful, her face was not too round, sculpted and she had good symmetry in her face. She had also the hard coldness of a professional killer and agent possible, my pretender side just noticed these things just by passing, me not really thinking about that.
Jarod said, "Merry Christmas, Mimi. How do they let you go alone? I thought Salvatore would have at least grown attached to you. And I see your pretender side is active. It is good. That is the side you can trust. It knows these things. "
I said, "Yeah, it is the side that sees everything even though I am not really looking, sometimes a little annoying but useful at other times. What comes one of my husbands? Look over there. Damon's busy with admirers, and as for my other two husbands, they went to have a man-to-man chat. There are a lot of folks to be chat with."
Miss Parker smiled thinly, and I looked at her and said, "It would be interesting to lure you on a mission someday, say, a mission like how to kill Sark with that damn spell. My little plan did not work, but I guess you could have a whole different angle on that one."
She said, her voice dark, professional, " It could be. Maybe we might do a little planning someday if you have other targets. I am happy to help."
I saw Magnum standing nearby, and I motioned him to approach. I introduced them and Miss Parker started to talk with Magnum. Of course, Magnum, being a ladies' man, just had to try to woo her too, but I could see that she was immune to him.
As Miss Parker was still chatting with Magnum or actually Murdock had been here too and he was now talking to her, I showed Jarod how Damon had already got himself a pussy sea and was already kissing the women in it. There was that brunette glued to him all the time. No wonder he was in such a hurry this morning. He was not able to watch me right now, as those pussies kept him pretty damn busy. I just laughed in my head and kept walking around.
Then I saw the two men and the angel. The ones I'd seen when I went to fight clubs and demon hunts. I wonder what they were doing here and who had invited them in here. They were good guys, that much I knew, but had it been Adam or Charles who had gotten that trio on here? I had no idea about that.
Magnum came up to me and said, " Oh, you haven't met the Winchester boys and Castiel yet. They're good guys. They're good men in their own right. I've been working with them for a while now, and I invited them to the party. Bran met them a long time ago. The boys have seen you and know your reputation. Come and I'll introduce you. They are more or less working in and out of fleas, so it is time for them to meet the big boss, the flea herself. They are actually quite fans of yours."
Magnum went to speak to the trio, and soon, all the men came to me. The angel was first, and he had now neat suit, not a trench coat, but a grey suit, not cheap.
Magnum said, "Castiel, this is Mimi Salvatore or Flea, whichever you prefer. Mimi, this is Castiel, a very strong angel. You could say that he is almost an archangel."
I shook the angel's hand and said, "Nice to meet you, and Merry Christmas. It is lovely to have you here at our party."
He nodded and said, "Likewise. It is lovely to be here, this fine night."
His grip was firm but not too tight, and he looked deep into my soul. Somehow his gaze was penetrating but protective, like he would have just seen right through into my very depths, but not going to tell anyone.
Then, Magnum introduced the taller man, "Sam Winchester, meet Mimi Salvatore. Mimi, this is Sam Winchester, the younger of the two. He is a hunter, like his brother."
I shook hands and gave a brief show of my strength, so this man grimaced a little and shook his hand. He had on a black suit and a light grey tie. This suit was not cheap either.
I said, "Nice to meet you. Maybe we can do some business together sometime. It is good to have you in our little group of misfits."
Sam nodded. He said, "'Lovely to meet you too. Well, it has been interesting and your organization is amazing. You are doing good work for the world. Believe it."
He was nice-looking and cute, but his eyes told me he had been through hell, maybe even been in actual hell. How should I know?
And then another male. Magnum introduced us: "Dean Winchester, this is Mimi Salvatore, the flea. The older brother. "
I said as I shook his hand. "Nice to meet you, Dean. I look forward to working with you." I gave him a firm squeeze too, but he kept his expression amused.
Dean looked me up and down, grinned, and said, "Oh, flea, you are one strong girl. We could meet sometime in our spare time. I would love to see your full potential privately."
I laughed, Charles was coming over, he came to me, kissed me possessively, and soon, the men were off again to meet others. My husbands had their ears pricked, I see. Brief flirtation, and I am possessed by one of these gorgeous creatures. I did not mind, not at all. That kiss almost blew me to pieces, and we had gotten quite an audience too as we now walked with Charles.
Then Charles saw that those three had gone away from me and they were talking to other people. He let me go and talk by myself. He went again to talk to one group of alphas whom Bran was talking to, too. I guess Bran had told him to. I loved this party. They were playing softly in the background on Christmas carols.
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