My New Pet

Chapter 9: Til Death Do Us Part🧁

Mid September 2020

Irene stayed more focused on enjoying her stay with Donna than worrying about Miranda anymore. As days went on, she began to be what she always wanted with her former girlfriend: a housewife and caretaker. Irene didn't mind organizing the house and cleaning it up, learning everything she could about Donna's family. It never really scared or surprised her when Angie would come find her sometimes alone anymore. This was exactly what Irene needed. A break from all the chaos and being used by other people. There were books on plants in the main room when anyone came into the house entrance, lined on bookshelves and plants themselves sitting around the house. Irene would water them and in between housework read the books in the main room about the plants. Donna would sometimes join her and just sit there to have Irene in her lap comfortably reading. It felt so different than being with Miranda. Someone who didn't really give a damn about her needs or what Irene wanted to do. All it would have ever been with Miranda was foreplay and sex, no break in between and no time to enjoy each other. No time to get to know one another. No time to just love each other. With Donna Beneviento that was different for Irene. They loved on each other and got know each other's needs. Their families. And most of all what they actually wanted with their lives.

Irene stood in the kitchen one afternoon while Donna was in her workroom, brewing some tea on the stove. Usually Donna would take a break to come into the kitchen but lately she had been working more and more on this project for the big event that was to happen very soon. So Irene took it upon herself to enjoy the quiet and be the good housewife she wanted to be to Donna. Indeed it was quiet enough for her to think about a few things. Like if Miranda didn't come back for Irene would she stay with Donna? Even if that were the case, she wouldn't complain. As the hot tea took its time to brew, Irene grabbed the book she had on the nearby counter and picked up where she left off. While standing there in silence and reading, immersed in the book on toxic plants, light footsteps could be heard coming from behind Irene.

"Tea isn't quite done yet, my love. It may be a few more minutes." Irene called out to the person behind and turned the page of her book.

Soon enough Irene could feel a pair of arms wrap around her waist gently, a body press into her back only to feel kissing down on her neck. The red head softly laughed at the kisses being planted on her neck and slowly put down the book back onto the counter. One hand seemed to make its way up to the buttons on Irene's dress, slowly picking them apart from the black cloth. It then went inside and grasped gently at her bare breast, making her breath hitch at the cold but sudden touch. It made Irene weak in the knees, the one hand on her waist pulling her in more for support. The more her body was played with and kissed, the more Irene wanted to turn around. And she did just that. Irene kissed the lips that were on her skin a minute ago, moaning softly while her arms made their way around the person's neck. She soon pulled back after minutes of sharing oxygen with them and her eyes saw someone she didn't expect at all.

"Gods I didn't think you missed me that much, my pet." Miranda spoke out finally, her face surprised but flushed red. Irene began to back away almost into the hot stove, Miranda pulling her back close by the arms quickly. She expected Donna, not this witch.

"What are you doing here...? Don't you know how to knock before entering someone's home?" Irene snapped back and pushed away gently this time, her face twisted in disgust.

"Now now Irene. You know that I can come and go anywhere I please in this village. Donna Beneviento's home is no exception." She smirked, a hand going to stroke Irene's red hair that fell over the opening of her dress. "To answer your question, I've come to bring you back home. I've had enough time to think and I missed having you around."

At that moment the kettle on the stove whistled and Irene turned to switch the knob off to kill the heat flowing onto the burner. Go back home? But she was home. Here with Donna and Angie. That means no more sharing a bed with someone who cares. No more meaningful conversations and no more actual love that means anything. Going back to Miranda would be like a downgrade after this. "Why? So you can just toy with me like you always do?"