"On your knees now"
Nedvar spoke with a harsh tone, a tone he never uses it with Hermione.
Hermione stood there shocked, not believing any word he just spoke. She stood there contemplating her thoughts and his order.
He was always requesting and h...
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Hermione was combing her hair, all ready for the day. She had felt a wet sensation down there, wondering how it could happen just from him staring at her. What had gotten into her last night? She had been so bold-and worse, she'd loved it, even expecting to have him under her just like she'd pinned him to the wall. Now she wanted to pin him to her bed.
"Mama!~" She was snapped out of her thoughts by Ethan's excited voice.Hermione passed a nervous smile to Ethan, and the little boy didn't notice anything unusual.
"You're up by yourself? Wow," Hermione said dramatically, fake gasping, which made Ethan grin. "Dada wotke me up," he informed her, making Hermione frown slightly at the news."Let's go down, come on, bubba," Hermione said, hanging the sling bag on her shoulder and carrying her phone in one hand. Holding Ethan's tiny hand, they both walked out to the dining table.
Hermione and Ethan greeted everyone, and they responded enthusiastically-except for Nedvar. He sat with a pissed look but still kissed Ethan's cheek with a smile. No matter how angry he was, he couldn't scowl at his baby.
"Why the hell is my coffee not here yet?" Nedvar grunted, making the maids standing in the corner shiver in fear. Hermione remembered Grandmother Zoey's words from yesterday: she should make coffee for Nedvar.
"Woah, calm down. Geez, who pissed in your Cheerios?" Aldo asked as he walked in, his white coat draped over his arm. He greeted everyone and took the seat left of his father, opposite Nedvar. Nedvar just glared at him while Aldo passed a smug smirk before sipping his tea.
"Bambina, go on and make Nedvar his morning coffee," Ma Arne urged. Hermione nodded, got up, and walked casually to the kitchen. A few minutes later, she returned with Nedvar's navy-blue coffee mug.
She walked toward him, her posture cool as a cucumber, making Nedvar narrow his eyes, trying to read her body language but failing. She placed the mug down and went to feed Ethan. Nedvar groaned loudly, making Ma Arne glare at him. "I think someone was left alone to deal with his personal problem," Aldo said, and Nedvar shot him a nasty glare.
Hermione watched Nedvar from the corner of her eye as he picked up the mug and took a sip, only to choke on it at the first taste, his eyes wide and mouth open like a fish.
Everyone turned their attention to him, but he just growled, "Nothing, I'm fine." He wanted to say something sarcastic but held back, not wanting to deal with his mother's wrath this early in the morning. His mood was already sour enough.
