After all this time, so many years of being with this woman and you think he would be used to her insufferable need to try on five hundred different outfits when he know she would choose one of the first three outfit. When she came home she was ecstatic at the idea of decorating and catering to anybody even if she hated him. The devil himself could have murdered her son, followed by I’m coming over for tea and she would set the table.
“How is this one?” she came from behind the curtain in a beautiful low V-neck that went down and around her navel. The dress hugger her slight curves expertly as it flowed behind her in waves. “Beautiful,” he breathed satisfied in awe at his super modelesque wife, mirroring the ornaments surrounding her. “Are you sure? I really liked the one before it.” always the one before it- Vessuillus rolled his eyes. “I think I’m going to change.” He looks at his watch. “You’re going to make our guest wait, Cassandra.” At that she burst from behind the curtain in everything she was born in and more: elegantly naked, smooth as a baby’s bottom with two moles by her inner thigh looking like a semi colon. “How dare you, Vess? Victor! That man if I could give him a far worst punishment than I would. To seduce my sister at only fourteen; giving her a child so young. Oh if he was not the next in line of Vladimirn’s. I would send him straight to hell where he belongs. He can wait there!”
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A playful smile occupied Vessuillus face the entire time. “How beautifully freighting you look.” He took two deliberate steps forward, danced his fingers around her waist, molding his large hand around her small but and kissed her breathless. Taking her tongue for his own. Cassandra was the only thing he’s ever cared about since his youth, and that has not changed to this day. She took a step back, looked up and kissed his chin. “No matter how much I would love to, as you said we have no time.”
The both turned to the door opening. “Elizebeth. Hello, my dear. What may we do for you?” Elizebeth didn’t shy away like anyone having a conversation with her naked mother so close to their father, instead continued. “Mother. Father. Your guests have arrived. Alex and Seth are entertaining in the mean time.”
“Thank you,” her mother said with a nod, but her father seemed deep in though. He knew something was wrong. Alex and Seth- he would never be in the same room without either ignoring his presence or just walking away completely. Right as her cream colored dress floated in an air of her own making Vessuillus beckoned her to wait. “Elizebeth, how close were they?” although confused she answered, “only a few inches.” A realization came over her as she said it out allowed. “that will be all,” her father waved her away.
“I liked that color.” Cassandra smiled and her husband rolled his eyes, “but you are not going to wear it.” They laughed.