S N O B S II

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Nathaniel

The past few days have been rather bland and boring. Mostly because in the underground business world, all is well and perfect. My people took care of Salian's wife's little scandal she put out. We're even right now, it's no secret I still don't like his wife but he and I don't stay angry at each other like little teenage girls beefing over a small inconvenience.

Thinking about it now, I wasn't the least affected when I saw that the person Siren attacked was the Hugh boy. She did exactly what I have been thinking about and I should thank her but obviously I won't.

The actual reason for my anger was that my only worry going to the situation was whether or not Ravina was in danger. Because Dominico was right when he said his wife –though a lunatic– she wouldn't randomly act out. But the only way to know the truth is through the source.

I've put Angela in charge of taking care of my wife and running errands for her or whatever treatment she needs for her wellbeing and I've noticed she had been going up and down like a worried mother. She really does like her, I mean I don't blame her. The woman has me by the collar too. She's got everyone wrapped around her little finger yet she doesn't have a clue. It's good like that.

But today though, I thought I should take a page out of her book. And I couldn't believe it when I picked it up at the market. I couldn't believe it as I drove back and I still can't believe I'm holding a box of choice assorted chocolates for a woman. I also bought something called a water bottle, apparently you put warm water in there which lessens the pain. Yeah, I ended up doing more research.

And damn women are either dramatic or we just have it easier in life if they have to do that every month for no one knows how long. Well, for until they lose their fertility at old age but not many ever do.

Which is why I can't find it in myself to regret my actions when I knock on the door with these two items on one hand. I get no response from her though, even though I want to knock again, I decide to enter.

Her room is spotless, there's not a thing out of place. She has a transparent plastic cup with two pills in it and a glass of water next to it. I have to admit Angela's commitment to this job is very admirable I might just have to compensate her even more for it.

The room smells fresh, it smells like peaches and the balcony is open letting in some cool air from the outside. Out of the whole house, this room is the one with most colour, heck, there's not a single room in this house that smells like peaches and when I enter here it's like I'm in a whole new world. I hardly even come in here, yet I want to be in here all the time.

I notice the bump of the bed and a head of cocoa colored braids. The first time I saw her in that hairstyle, I will admit I couldn't stop staring. Knowing she can shapeshift like that is incredible. I might never get enough of seeing her at all.

And I can see she's still fast asleep like it looks like she has been a few days. I'm guessing it's the medicine but it's good she's asleep so she won't have to endure that pain. So I place the chocolate box on her nightstand and head to the bathroom. The bathroom smells strongly of honey and cocoa unlike the bedroom. Obviously this is where she applies her honey scent all over herself.

I'm actually jealous this place has seen her naked and I haven't.

But I quickly put the thought away and fill the bottle with steaming hot water from the sink before closing it shut and walking back in the room. The way she's so peaceful, it's like she hasn't had any problems.

It really is shocking that she was raised by the Hughs out of all people. She's everything they're not.

I gently move her blanket away, which was a big mistake on my part. As soon as I do, I am met with a two piece set pajama that she's wearing. It's very short bottoms and a fitting top written "sexy fox" on it. The very sight makes me want to smile, even her pajama is as adorable as her. Fuck, she even messed up my vocabulary. Why am I even using that word?

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