Black Beauty [ON HOLD]

Black Beauty: Chapter 8 - Trouble, Trouble and More Trouble

Sebastian's POV

Oh. My. God.

What the flip sticks was that back there?

I kissed her. F***ing hell I just bloody her met her! I ran a hand through my hair. It had grown like a lion's mane. Damn. I really needed to cut it.

I looked around. I was still near the bakery. I checked the old clock that hung next to the sign that read, "Jeremy's Buns. Take it or leave it".

Wow. That lad Jeremy must be one egoistic doc, eh Sebby?

Yeah. Whatever.

Pushing the door open to the bakery, a whiff of garlic hit me and immediately I was under it's trance, dancing my way to the counter.

A plastic waitress -the ones with the 6inch makeup and the tan and everything a guy would die for but me- came up to me and batted her caked up eyelashes at me. Honestly that was sickening, but what can I say? I'm irresistible.

"What I get you sir?", she asked me in her overly -oh so- flirtatious voice.

"I'd like the menu thanks. And maybe you with it." I winked at her playfully.

I want smoked pork buns!

She giggled like a giddy goat and came skipping back with the menu and a piece of paper saying, Call Me.

"Thanks". The plastic winked and walked away to serve the next man on the other side of the counter.

I want smoked pork buns!

I shoved the paper in my pocket making a mental list to remember to burn it when I get home.

(Oh, by the way did Sebby mention that this was a restaurant/bakery/brothel and that he was two-faced? Nope? Ok)

After eye-raping the menu, I ordered some baked buns with hot dogs and some sugared lemonade.

Hey I wanted the smoked pork buns!

Aw, really? I didn't hear you.

Jerk.

I'm sorry what?

After that he gave no response and thankfully my food arrived.

I wasted no time in stuffing my face with the food.

Despite Jeremy being a cocky bastard, I must say, that man can cook.

Morgan's POV

I ran back to my little cottage and sighed in relief to see it in one piece. But the real problem was, at the end of all this, would I still be in one piece?

I slowly opened the door and stepped inside.

Honestly, I was expecting something to be thrown at me but no. Not a sound to be heard.

I ran upstairs to check if he was still in the little box. "Love? Are you still sleeping?", I questioned in my sweetest voice possible. No response. I asked again but still no response. I was starting to panic now. Not because he was missing, but because, this meant trouble lurked around every corner of this cottage.

I paraded around the house calling for him but to no avail. The only place left to check now was the attic.

Oh how I hated that place. It had spiders and what not. And the worst part was, it was the burial ground in this cottage. Every single person who died in this cottage was buried in that attic.

Ascending up the never ending staircase, I had this debate with my self. Should I go or shouldn't I? But I think the answer was clear as ever.

The ladder came into view and I wasted no time in climbing up, just in case my mind decided to take a U-turn.

I slowly proceeded up the ladder that lead to the attic. The sour, rotting smell already started creeping up my nostrils and chills started to run down my back.

I seemed like forever until the attic door came to view. I opened the latch that kept the doors together.

"Well, here goes nothing", I said to myself and pushed open the doors. And a horrific sight was placed before me which I wished I'd never seen.

My mouth immediately fell open, and I started to scream.