“When you think you are smart enough you definitely fell into a trap.”
Alfred was sick for a week already, but he had nobody at his side to help him and for the first time, he regretted that he didn't force Beth to stay in his house that day.
He still remembers the day he found her wandering on the streets. She was about 5-years-old, dirty and starving and even her eyes were looking as if she stole them from a wild wolf. She was only remembering her name, but she didn’t know anything about her parents or where she came from. No matter for how long Alfred didn’t try to find her parents or at least a faraway relative, he found nothing and he decided to keep her in his house, like a servant, only after many supplications on Eva’s part.
Being of the same age, both girls got along so well and Alfred understood that it is better feeding only a servant than to pay her a salary, so he left her living in his house. This way he had another income because he could sell her if necessary to get some money for his games.
While they were growing up, the girls became like sisters, and one day when Alfred had discussed with an old widower who was looking for a new mistress, he decided that it was time to get rid of the servant. But his plans quickly vanished in the air when Eva grabbed a fire shovel from next to the chimney and in a blink of an eye, she put the new lover on the run. Of course, Alfred was forced later to pay back the money he took for Beth, but he never regretted it, because the girls’ show had worthen millions.
That day was a sunny day, but with some traces of rainy clouds in the sky, but even so, the girls decided to go on the field and gather some chamomile as they heard that the flower is so useful for sleep.
They spent all day long on the field full of fragrant white flowers, chanting and dancing like mad people, lying on the ground and staring at the sky while their fantasy had gone mad, because in the end they could see not only smiling clouds on the sky but also the head of a white monster and from story to story, they scared themselves so badly that they had started to run all the way till home.
But the sweet raindrops reached them on the way home, wetting their thin dresses and making them look like rained ducks on a field with green grass. And in the end, they were also forced to throw the wet chamomile that had been squeezed by their hands and the bouquets of flowers had been shaken down completely because of this. This incident had produced a wave of wayward laughter, which rose their inner temperature and prepared them for what was coming.
Mister hot lover showed up right at the moment the girls were returning home. They saw the carriage from far away, but they didn’t pay attention to it, thinking that it could be Alfred’s guest or again a collector, but their surprise was so great when they saw the old man dressed to the nines, with a dumb smile on his face and with a bottle of wine in his hand. Seeing the girls coming he sketched a stupid smile on his face and he first approached Eva thinking that she is the chosen one, because Alfred described Beth in such shades that the poor old man thought that he will have an Angel in his bed.
“My heart is beating like a demon in my chest since when I heard your name for the first time,” mumbled the hot lover grabbing Eva’s hand, while she was staring at him like she was seeing a damn psycho in front of her, and his heart definitely started to beat faster when his short-sighted glance caught a blossomed breast rounding through the damp material.
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Eva caught his glance staring at her chest and the first thing she did was slap his face so hard that he saw tweet-tweet all around. But he understood that it’s no laughing matter when he heard Eva telling Beth: “Bring a broom, girl. It seems that we have rats here to chase away,” so the beau took a few steps back.
“Who are you?” he asked Eva. “I thought you were an Angel, but…”
“Of course, I am,” answered Eva. “A black one that wears horns, you damn…” but she suddenly interrupted her speech when she saw her father approaching.
“You are a little bit wrong, my friend,” Alfred told the old beau. “Your sweet Angel is the red one. So, Beth, gather your things, because today you will leave with Mister Soreman,” Alfred ordered to Beth, but instead of approval, Beth started to cry as if she was sent to die, to the amazement of both men.
“And where did you say she should go?” asked Eva his father, while piercing them both with devilish eyes and Alfred understood at that moment that not something sweet was approaching.
The beau decided that it was the moment to make his presence felt, so he proudly told Eva: “as you see I’m a rich person and as I need a new lover, I bought her from your father,” but it definitely wasn’t the correct answer which he could have given.
Sensing that a big storm is coming, Alfred grabbed the old man’s arm and forced him to follow him with a short: “let’s discuss the details inside” and they entered the house in such a hurry that others could swear that the Devil itself was blowing his hot breath behind them.
But their waiting wasn’t too long. Soon after they sat on Alfred’s office, the door slammed itself from the wall, shuddering, and when the glances of the two men were turned to the door, they saw the Devil: Eva, with the girded fire shovel in her hands, entered the room and none of them she threw herself on him like a sack of hammers.
The sharp shovel tip first hit the sofa, because the old man definitely wasn’t so stupid to feel such pleasant caresses on his back and he started to run around the room with Eva chasing him.
“You wanted some unripe apples, huh? Then let’s ripen them,” yelled Eva at the old man, who at that moment wasn’t looking like an old man while jumping here and there remembering his youth. “I have the perfect method for such pleasure, you, old rat and one of them is to touch your skin with this shovel. After such pleasure, you won’t ever want others,” was heard behind him, but it wasn’t the right moment to stop and to answer.
But something more interesting than this happened when in front of the door Beth showed up carrying two cauldrons. The three already present in the room froze while staring at the servant and soon after she threw some cold water over the beau, mumbling an “it has to cool you for sure” and right after a snowman was revealed to the world when the slippery flour had been sprinkled over him. What was missing was the carrot instead of the nose, but Beth didn’t have enough time to look for one.
The first who reacted were the two girls that started to laugh loudly while looking at that white alien, whose dark eyes were the one blinking, and their laughter had sketched on Alfred’s face a smile. But that smile was a bitter one, because he knew the consequences which would be brought by that joke, especially when they saw the old beau leaving the house thundering and lightenings like a bad storm and a “you will pay me this, Stonebridge,” was loudly heard coming from the leaving carriage, but Alfred wasn’t available to follow him, because Eva still had the shovel and he didn’t know what to expect from Beth, so he preferred to stay quiet and to wait for a while and it was the best thing he could do at that moment.