Black Magic Women

50

Mary sat in her chair and stared at the screen in sheer annoyance and tried to hide her boredom and discomfort to the best of her abilities. Hawthorne had made it pretty clear that he could still deny her vacation and so she had to act her part.

She had done so well with showing him how much he disgusted her until he mentioned her wish and his power to either accept or deny it. She hated being not in control of the situation and she hated agreeing to this in the first place. What part of her thought that this was a good idea?

With a big yawn, Hawthorne stretched out his arm and placed it around Mary, who rolled her eyes. Such an old move. Did he honestly think that he would get a woman with this? This wouldn't even have impressed her if it hadn't been over used.

The dimly lit room gave him the privacy he needed to sneak his face closer to Mary and she heard him breathe in her scent. It took everything within her to not slaughter him in front of a huge audience and her devious mind planned his very evil death. It was the only comfort she had left. She could imagine how nice it would feel to slit his throat and watch him bleed to death before she would bathe in his blood.

He brushed her hair out of the way and the chilly breeze of his breath brushing past her neck made her shiver in disgust. But to Hawthorne, who was more than just oblivious to her clues, it looked like she had appreciated the contact and took that as a permission to press his lips against her neck.

Mary jumped slightly at the sudden contact and her whole body tensed up to the point her muscles hurt. How dare this man to just kiss her neck like that! She felt her skin burn where his lips had touched it and she could almost hear Zelda's disapproving voice somewhere in her head, judging her.

She was furious and the anger was boiling inside of her but she couldn't do anything and that only angered her further. After all she was at his mercy and in public. The last thing she needed was to cause a big scene. If she were to kill him any time soon, witnesses of this would be highly problematic.

She settled on moving away slightly, trying to get his disgusting lips off her neck but he moved with her, taking it as an open invitation to let his hand wander towards her thigh.

His touch made her feel the need to throw up into her purse and she could only think of Zelda. The guilt had never weighed in heavier and she hated herself for what she allowed him to do.

Enough was enough. Mary didn't have the nerves nor the will to let him continue and so she pushed him rudely off her.

Hawthorne winced slightly when he saw the brunette's furious glare and sighed in annoyance.

"Women..." he muttered under his breath and squeezed Mary's thigh roughly. She tried to push his hand off her but he didn't budge.

"Get your filthy hands off me," she hissed and he just huffed.

"Don't forget who I am and what you want from me," he growled back and Mary swallowed down a witty comment. She didn't need to complicate things further. She just wanted to be at home... lying in bed with Zelda.

She crossed her arms in front of her chest and slapped his hand away when it tried to move further up her thigh. She couldn't believe the nerves this man had.

Everybody who knew her would have been able to tell that she really must love Zelda or else she would have already killed Hawthorne ages ago.

"Excuse me." The woman next to them coughed and the two of them looked at her, Mary thankful and Hawthorne in annoyance.

"The Lady doesn't want your extra attention. Accept it and stop assaulting her or I'll call security."

A wide smile crept onto Mary's face when Hawthorne snorted but retreated his hand and whispered a small "Thank you" to the woman, who had saved her.

"Let's go," Hawthorne said after sulking for ten more minutes and Mary followed him, happy to finally be free again.

The car ride home was filled with silence what Mary really appreciated and when the car stopped in front of her house, the woman was filled with delight that she had managed to survive the evening without committing murder.

"I will hand in my vacation forms tomorrow," she said and he chuckled while shaking his head, catching her off guard.

"What?"

"You really think I'll allow you to go on vacation after the show you just performed?" he asked and she stared at him in sheer disbelief. He couldn't do that!

"You promised me to permit my request if I went on a date with you," the brunette almost yelled. She hadn't spent the worst hours of her life for nothing.

"Yeah, to my liking and I didn't like that at all."

She huffed in frustration and closed her eyes, taking deep breaths to keep up the good work of not killing anybody.

"What do you want?" She asked, sounding more annoyed than she intended to. She saw him scolding her like a small child and her eyes glittered dangerously in the moonlight.

"A kiss."

She rolled her eyes and she looked at the man, feeling disgusted by the thought of letting him kiss her. It felt like the worst kind of betrayal she could possibly manage and she knew how much it would hurt Zelda.

"And what if I don't want to kiss you?"

"Then you'll have to say goodbye to your vacation."

"Fine."

"Good."

Mary saw his lips come closer and was frozen in time. She didn't nor couldn't do it. But yet she didn't move away. His lips were close. Too close.

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Oh my god. We're at 50 chapters! I honestly can't believe what we have reached and how amazing this journey has been! I can't believe how many amazing comments I have received and can't possibly imagine a life without writing this. It has become such a huge part of me! I still have so many ideas and I really hope people still want to read them! Here's to much more.