I quietly slip into George's house. He is off at the army's encampment, and I am here. The slaves are in their quarters, as are the maids. I brandish an obsidian knife and slip into the bedroom. Martha begins to stir, and she catches sight of the stranger in her bedroom. I act fast, pouncing on top of her like a mangy tom. My hand covers her screams, and she can't push me off.
"George," I say, smothering her with a pillow, "will be mine." When her body stops moving, I smile wickedly.
"Mrs. Washington? Are you alright?" I hear, and footsteps sound on the stairs. I hiss wildly and leap out the window onto the soft ground below. I escape on hands and feet, running away with a sick smile on my face.
George will be mine.
Who am I, you might wonder.
Well, I'll tell you.
MY NAME JEFF.
YOU ARE READING
George Washington Fanfiction
Historical FictionA meme, whip, and naenae filled heated romance novel between George Washington and Jeff.
