Diavolo Ch 07 - Sex Stories

Diavolo Ch 07

... feeling well. That she had taken to bed ill,” she said looking down at her shoes as they entered the study. “Sit,” Daniel gestured to one of the plush armchairs before a wall of shelves. He walked toward the fireplace and poured some golden liquid from a decanter into a short crystal glass. It sparkled prettily as he approached her. She shook her head vehemently when he held it out for her. “Oh-no. I don’t drink,” she said, and then blushed. Well, she wouldn’t drink anymore starting today. “Take it,” Daniel commanded gently, his lips twitching into a smile. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost. It’ll warm you up and put a little color in your cheeks.” Abigail took the glass and thanked him shyly. Putting her lips on the edge of the glass she took a small sip and coughed as warmth scalded her throat. It tasted worse than the beer last night, but he was right. She felt the heat travel from her tummy to her extremities and cheeks. He poured himself a glass as well and sat on the chair next to hers. “Where have you been, Abigail? We’ve all been worried about you.” She looked down at the trembling liquid in the glass. Braving another gulp, she grimaced before answering, “I have my own place now. I bought a car and…” Looking at him as she raised her chin a bit, she continued. “I take care of a home on the waterfront in Bayside.” Daniel’s brows drew together. “Abigail. You can’t be serious? You had maids and butlers here. Why would you go off to tend someone else’s home?” Abigail ...

... put her glass down on the small table in front of them, perhaps with a little more force than necessary because some of it spilled over onto the dark polished wood. “It’s better than sitting around waiting for handouts. I enjoy working for myself, Daniel.” He sputtered, looking aghast. “I didn’t realize you felt our helping you made you feel that way. You’re family, Abigail. Family always sees after their own. It was no handout, surely,” he finished with a little frown of annoyance. Abigail felt bad. She hadn’t meant to offend him. “No, of course not, Daniel. I’m sorry. That’s not what I meant to say.” “You don’t feel like part of the family? We grew up together, Abigail.” “Of course…” And it suddenly occurred to her, had Daniel loved her as a sister and maybe that’s why nothing had ever happened between them? Mikayla was always doing her own thing. She’d never been with them. She’d had her own friends, attended different schools than Abigail. Daniel had also gone away to boarding schools and was so much older than Mikayla. “Daniel, did you see me like a sister?” Daniel frowned a little before his eyes widened a bit and he looked away. “I suppose. I’m sorry about what happened,” he said making Abigail’s heart constrict a little. “It’s just that so many years went by and we all change. I came home two years ago and Mikayla…” He stopped speaking, his face going red. Abigail gulped, guessing at what probably transpired. Mikayla seduced him, knowing Daniel had been her boyfriend ...