BOOK SIX Gods Of Desterrados & The Divine Archangelics
53 parts Complete Mature"I just needed to see you. It's been months and we have both been really busy so, Widow? Would you mind if I spoke with my wife alone...please?" gritted Michael.
He was quite irritated by then as Widow smiled innocently while twirling around in a leisurely pace on a wheelchair.
"Oh, for fucking God's sake, Mikey! Will ya' lighten up you fucknut? I'm just trying to maintain my mentally unstable quota so Empress and I could stay here for a few more weeks. After your shithead Spartans extracted us a week ago from Salem, we've been VIP ever since so if Empress says I stay here, then I stay here," she grinned amusingly.
She was hilariously trying to run over Michael's feet until he shoved her wheelchair into a nearby wall.
She screamed joyfully before crashing into a bookshelf with a thud.
Empress ignored the commotion and simply sighed before caressing Michael's face.
"I missed you, Michael. But so much has happened between us and I don't know--"
He took that as a cue and kissed her softly while his hands framed Empress' face.
"Then take me, Michael. I missed the touch of a man," she whispered.
"I hope you don't mean any man, Lelei. I'm not just any man. I'm your man, right?" he chuckled as his lips brushed her forehead.
"Of course, my love. And are you still my love?" she asked amusingly while her finger traced his strong jawline.
"Yes indeed, my beloved. And are you still my beloved?" he asked while kissing her temples.
"Always, Michael," she murmured before kissing him deeply.
"Ahem. While you two ass twerps make out, I'm gonna go take a cold shower and find a leg brace or something. So, don't worry about me Mr. and Mrs. Meathead. I'm just gonna wheel my crippled ass to the infirmary so I can find an adult," muttered Widow before wheeling herself to the nearest nurse for medical attention due to her broken ankle from the collision with the now broken bookshelf.
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