บท 287: 6. Remember The Time.
It was eight weeks after the end of our holiday when I finished my studies. I had been doing some flea work while I was training, and I was irritated when Bran called me and said I should come to Maine's house, and that's where I went. This house was another one that Bran had had at one time, and it was quite small, and there wasn't even a master bedroom, so to speak.
When I drove up, Adam, Damon, Samuel, and Bran's cars were already. Oh, the entire pack is together. I went in the front door and took my bag upstairs to the largest bedroom, which was one of the corner rooms. There was no Damon's stuff in there, so I didn't know where he was going to sleep. I tried to pull myself together and not get irritable.
Still, this little house, which was only three stories if you counted the basement, felt oppressively small since I had a pretty damn mansion in Maine where I'd stayed when I'd done gigs, but I wouldn't always advertise them in front of Bran since I didn't want to fucking party in them.
I sighed and took a shower. It was more of a ritual than actually needing to wash, but then again, I'd learned to be clean now and then. I changed into a nice loose skirt and a light green and pink cotton tee shirt.
I went downstairs after showering and changed into more comfortable clothes.
Everyone was already in the kitchen, and I was receiving fervent kisses from Adam and Damon.
There was still cooking, and I went into the living room to sit for a while before the food was ready. I didn't watch who was doing what; the kitchen wasn't my normal large kitchen, and three men working on the stove seemed crowded enough.
I was engrossed in reading the newspapers when Damon entered the living room. His voice filled with excitement as he spoke on the phone. The sound of Heidi, one of his girlfriends' voices, echoed through the room.
"Heidi, I'm in Maine, at Bran's house," he said, a hint of anticipation in his tone. "Oh, you're off too? That's great. I was there with Nina for a couple of weeks, and Bran invited me. I'm not sure if I'll be able to come yet, bunny."
Damon's smile grew wider as he listened to Heidi's response. His voice turned seductive as he replied, "Yes, I'm probably free if you need me that bad. We can go see that new movie you were talking about."
The conversation continued, and Damon nestled on the couch, finding the perfect position. "Yeah, don't call your boyfriend yet. I'll see what's up with Bran and get back to you." As the conversation delved into the explicit physical description of what Damon planned to do to Heidi's body, I couldn't take it anymore.
Filled with anger, I stormed into the kitchen. The rush of blood to my face made me feel hot and flushed. I sat down, took a deep breath, and fought to regain control. Suddenly, I felt a gentle touch on my shoulder. I looked up to see Adam's concerned gaze. Tears were streaming down my cheeks, my eyes stinging with anger.
I wiped my eyes hastily and muttered, "I'm fine. It's nothing."
Adam joined me at the table, his voice filled with understanding. "It's not like that, honey. What's bothering you?"
Determined to share my frustration, I led Adam back to the living room, where Damon's passionate phone conversation continued. Adam stood in the doorway, silently listening. Soon, Bran and Samuel joined us, their curiosity piqued. By now, Damon's hand was dangerously close to his pants, adding an unsettling tension to the air.
Bran's freezing voice pierced the air, causing Damon to lift his gaze and take notice of the audience. Adam's furious expression was obvious. On the other hand, Bran remained neutral, but his words carried weight.
"Yes, I know we all have needs," he said, his voice icy. "And your cheating is widely known. But how dare you talk to another woman when your own wife is in the same room, who hasn't seen you for two months? Take a look around Salvatore before you promise to take some fucking slut to the movies when you've never taken Mimi, either."
Damon's eyes met mine, and tears continued to stream down my face. Adam rushed to my side, grabbing hold of me.
Amid it all, Damon spoke, his voice filled with remorse. "Heidi, I have to go. I went a bit overboard, and now I don't know if I can make it."
Bran's voice dripped with disdain as he responded, "I'm sure you can. Mimi's not like your wife after all!"
Adam offered reassurance, guiding me upstairs to my room. He cradled me in his arms, carrying me gently to my bed, holding me tight until sleep overcame me. At that moment, I felt safe, but I couldn't help but question if Damon truly wanted me. After all, he had Nina and Heidi, so why would he need me?
As I drifted off, Samuel sat in the living room, confronting Damon, who remained on the couch.
"Are you ashamed at all?" he asked, his voice filled with frustration. "You come to the pack, kiss Mimi passionately, and then five minutes later, you're in the living room, calling another woman, engaging in phone sex, promising to be the perfect boyfriend. What the fuck is wrong with you?"
Damon fell silent, contemplating his actions. Eventually, he spoke, his voice filled with regret. "Well, that wasn't the smartest thing to do, but I didn't actually know why I did it. One reason is when Mimi has other important men in her life, I get jealous, and that's when I can be mean."
Samuel rolled his eyes, his frustration palpable. The air in the room felt heavy with tension as he spoke. "You're probably not talking about Jake, Rob, and Magnum," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. The sound of annoyance was clear in his tone.
"Oh, screw you. If Adam and I have a few men looking out for Mimi, making sure she eats, rests, and doesn't burn herself out completely, then you should be jealous of that."
His words hung in the air, filled with a mix of defiance and frustration.
He continued, his voice tinged with a touch of bitterness. "When you don't know the facts, don't assume. Mimi is loyal, much more loyal than you. And if it weren't for those three men taking care of her, she would weigh 30 kilos."
The weight of his words conveyed the seriousness of the situation.
He explained, the exhaustion clear in his voice. "She was finishing up her hospital training, working ten hours a day, and then another ten hours doing flea work." The sound of weariness was present in his words.
Samuel recounted an incident, his voice filled with concern. "Jake called Adam about eight weeks ago after finding Mimi working and forgetting to eat." The urgency in his voice painted a vivid picture of the situation.
He expressed his frustration, his eyes flashing with annoyance. "I guess you know there's always an APB out on Mimi. So, she always required a bodyguard in the hospital. Both of those men are happily married." The sound of irritation was clear in his voice.
Damon's expression shifted, remorse washing over him. The change in his face was visible, a silent admission of guilt.
"Like I said, I'm jealous, a mean bastard," he admitted, his voice filled with regret.
Samuel's agitation was palpable as he continued, his voice carrying a hint of anger. "Those men were trying to see if the lady had any food. Adam gave them permission to be strict, and Jake made Mimi go to the house so he and Rob could get food for Mimi." The urgency in his voice made it clear how important this was.
He criticized Damon's actions, his voice filled with disappointment. "And when those men are polite to you, too. Rob, let Mimi assume that the whole thing was your idea, that you had threatened them if they failed to take care of Mimi."
The weight of his words hung in the air, emphasizing the gravity of the situation.
Samuel's agitated state was clear, his eyes flashing with annoyance. Damon sighed and ran a hand through his hair. Nina had cut his hair, it wasn't overly long anymore. The sound of frustration was audible in his sigh.
"I'd made a mess of it again, and I drove Mimi straight into Adam's arms. Oh shit. What the hell am I going to do now?" The desperation in his voice was palpable.
Samuel looked for a moment, his gaze filled with a mix of annoyance and exhaustion.
He said, his voice tinged with impatience, "That's your problem. I'm not a therapist."
The frustration in his voice was clear.
He got up and went into the kitchen, the sound of his footsteps echoing in the room. Adam had come in and was making Mimi some food. The smell of cooking filled the air, a comforting aroma amidst the tension.
Samuel asked, his voice filled with concern, "How's Mimi?"
Adam grunted in response, the sound of weariness clear in his voice. "Sleeping. She hasn't slept at all for the whole eight weeks, working. Jake, Rob, and Magnum have been keeping me up to date on it, but when I was so damn busy with those crazy alphas."
The exhaustion in Adam's voice painted a vivid picture of the situation.
He expressed his frustration, his voice tinged with anger. "I haven't had to be Mimi's second in command. Fucking Salvatore."
Samuel said, his voice filled with annoyance, "The excuse was to pull Rob and Jake, although that wasn't exactly the point. He just wasn't in a loyal mood right now. From what I heard, the Lord has been fucking all eight weeks. Not doing the job, and when Bran called, the streak was on."
Adam growled low again and said, " It's so fucking wrong for a Mimi to have to witness that. Mimi has fucking feelings too. Think about it. First, Mimi had a perfect year with Damon. Then she comes back, well Damon grabs his ex-girlfriend and believes this rather than Mimi. Threatens Mimi, then Mimi leaves the pack and starts doing stuff, rescuing and helping. For that, she gets us to embarrass her in front of the whole fucking base. Then the incubus and succubus kidnap us, and paralyze Mimi with one fucking song that Damon had programmed for this, well Mimi being Mimi, no matter what we had done or how we had treated her, she got us to safety, eaten out. You know how bad it is when an incubus eats a woman out, but Mimi put us first—and killed most of those bastards—the price of this, Mimi's life. We lost Mimi for a week. A whole week, and if it weren't for those faes, we wouldn't have gotten Mimi back, even though it was Mimi's own choice. "
Adam's voice was tinged with the unspoken emotion of losing Mimi and their mating bond. Samuel sighed, and Adam continued.
" Well then, there was the recovery. She went into Bran's care. We picked her up from there after two weeks of torture and got her back to normal. But Salvatore had gone off to fuck the others and did it in such a way that Mimi must have heard what he was going to do."
Samuel grunted and said, "That poor girl's life has been no good. How on earth is she holding up?"
Adam said. "Mimi and Damon had about three weeks of good times. If you count a week on the island in the last six months or so. And Mimi was doing her thing, doing her training and saw Damon for the first time in two months and he was in fucking gear, in other women's fucking gear. That poor girl deserves a good time now, and I'm ready to give it to her. I've been holding myself back since Mimi came back to life, and now I'm not. I'm going to show Mimi what she means to me."
Samuel said, "Good idea. Salvatore won't like it, but who the fuck cares? Nobody cares."
Adam said, "If Damon gets upset with us, it's just a fucking win for me."
I woke up a couple of hours later and felt a little better. Adam came right when I woke up. He obviously heard or sensed it somehow. Even though we didn't have a mating bond, there was a pack bond, anyway.
I was now in a rage at the Salvatore, and it brought my bloodlust to the surface. I was a vindictive little bitch, and if he fucks other women, then so be it, but I'm not always a very nice creature either if I'm treated wrong.
Adam brought back several bags of blood. I recognized them as being from a blood farm and strong. He came and sat on the bed and handed the bags to me.
"I know, honey, you have a bloodlust. The entire room smells like a candle,"
I grunted and was already drinking the first bag greedily. It was a damn strong black wizard, and oh, how I enjoyed it. The next two sachets were very strong demons, which also helped a lot.
I said, "Thank you. Thanks for the whole damn thing. I guess sleep was necessary."
Adam said, "You should get some more sleep, but come on, it's time to eat."
I nodded. Adam was already walking ahead.
I went to the kitchen; Damon was already there eating, as were Bran and Samuel. Damon didn't even look at me. I don't give a fuck about him. Adam was fixing the tray. I thought I'd get a drink myself.
When I got to the fridge, Adam came up behind me and slammed me against the back wall, ripping my underpants off my legs and lifting only my skirt hem. He pushed into me, hot and demanding and hard. He captured my hand and growled something in my ear, and I didn't think about what.
We fucked passionately in the fridge for ten minutes, and when Adam came, flooding me with a thick hot cream of lust, he sank his teeth into my shoulder, and I witnessed another exquisite mating bond between us. I felt a tingle from the bite that would show for a while.
Adam followed when I came out of the fridge, and Damon looked at him furiously. Damon saw the mark on my shoulder, and I felt his rage and jealousy come to the surface.
I went to eat and didn't let it bother me. You get what you order. If he's been fucking strangers for eight fucking weeks, he has no right to be mad at me. When I'd finished my food, Damon got up, took my plate, and slammed it against the wall.
Then he walked from the kitchen into the living room, picked up a bottle of bourbon, and started drinking. I didn't care about that kind of thing. I was now a little bitch who gave it back. Revenge is sometimes a good thing to have. No more Miss Nice Little Mimi. It's funny how Heidi was no longer the word of the day when Adam owned me.
I went back upstairs, and Adam followed me in. He was in an extremely horny mood, and we celebrated in bed with our mating Bond. I didn't sleep that night. Neither of us did. We had to have each other.
Then, when I went to breakfast in the morning, Adam left earlier for his shower. I saw Damon passed out in the armchair in the living room, several dozen bottles in front of him. Fine. If he wants to get drunk instead of talking or doing something, fine by me. I'm sick of watching that kind of behavior.
I felt wonderful when I had my mating bond with Adam again. Now that the wound in my soul had healed, I realized how much it had affected me. I didn't even think about Damon. He woke up as I gathered breakfast, and the others entered the kitchen. He wasn't feeling too well, but he still said nothing. Everyone had already gathered to eat, and I was just getting coffee when the doorbell rang. I went to answer it.
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