Sweet Sin - S01 E04

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Sweet Sin - S01 E04

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“Our parents last wish was for you both my older brothers to take care of me, but y’all are never in good terms! I wanna be taken care of, you both should learn to pamper this 25 yr old boy instead of gagging each other!” He whined jokingly.

Uncle Will appeared and shoved Saint out of their middle.

“Get out, Saint! You joke with everything!”

Saint laughed shortly, taking off his suit and going back to his singlet and slacks look.

Before Uncle Will could talk to the twins, Dean threw on his undershirt and left without buttoning.

Tobias entered the Rectory.

“Shall we?” Saint faced Uncle Will.

“God, those two…” Uncle Will sighed, following Saint away.

And that was when Jude moved, but his mouth is still wide with what he just witnessed.

Father Tobias? Slashed his own twin brother with a cutlass?

Chills.

He left quickly.

Inside the Rectory, Tobias settled in very fast. His stuff had been arranged neatly before he even got here.

He entered the bathroom straight for his bath. He didn’t bother checking other parts of the house except his bedroom.

He doesn’t like it anyways.

Five minutes later, he emerged from the bathroom with grey boxers on his waist and his towel by his neck, hair tousled by the bathwater.

He was drying his hair with the end of the towel as he stepped into the bedroom, looking like a freshly-committed sin.

His phone buzzed on the bed where he had left it, and he picked it up to see his schedule for tomorrow.

Morning, he’s praying with the Nuns and Monks. At noon, he’ll be having private confession sessions with sinners. Evening, it’s communion.

Sounds fun.

He dropped the phone, remembering Dean’s words…

“You’re the same beast who terrorized everyone at Hollow University that year! Students and lecturers feared you! You gave everyone scars!”

The remembrance brought a slight, very tiny smirk to his lips as he grabbed the towel end again. He continued the drying of his hair, standing by the window.

He’d have to repaint this Rectory. The white might just blind him.

He hates it.

Through the window, he saw the Nuns uprooting the roses already, and one of them is looking up at him.

When their eyes met, she smiled, maintaining the contact.

She could weirdly smell him despite the distance between them

He smelled of whiskey and oud—Unsettling, smoky, and entirely wrong for a man of God.

Without minding his shirtless upper body right now, Tobias stayed still by that window, staring back as if he’s testing her limit.

“Nun Estelle! What are you doing standing there!” One of the other nuns hollered.

Estelle turned around, rushing off.

But she kept looking back at him, repeatedly till her shoes met a rose stunt, and she fell.

“Nun Estelle!!”

Tobias shut the window.

—

[Redd Holdings]

The skyscraper shot up among the others surrounding it in that business area. The Redd Holdings carving was built differently like a missile, dipped inside the ground right in front of the building. It’s majestic in it’s ash and gold color, exuding brilliance.

A good-looking black man stood in front of the skyscraper, holding the hand of a girl of about ten years old who’s also black.

He looks anxious, checking the driveway till Kimmy’s car drove in.

“Finally,” he hissed.

Kimmy got down in her backless suit, short pants and heels.

“Mum!” The ten year old smiled.

“Peach? Why the f+ck aren’t you in school?” Kimmy frowned, stroking Peach’s perfectly styled hair.

“She had constipation, had to get her system under check.” The man instantly explained.

Kimmy faced him.

“Acosta, you know damn well Peach can’t miss school! Her grades will be put at risk!”

“She had constipation!” Acosta repeated.

“And now she’s ok, so send her to school!” Kimmy glared.

“Mum?” Peach said slowly.

Kimmy faced her, holding up her small chin gently.

“Listen to me, baby, remember what I told you about always impressing Grandpa and Grams? Now, if you miss school today, what does that say ’bout you, darling?”

Peach’s face went down.

“In this family, you have to work hard to get loved, you don’t wanna be like the Talentless Frump, right?” Kimmy continued.

“Kimmy!” Acosta snapped.

“Shut up, Acosta!” Kimmy shot back.

“Don’t fight, you both. I’ll go to school today.” Peach quickly said.

“And that’s my sweet daughter. Now, go make mama proud!” Kimmy called Peach’s personal maid.

The plus size woman rushed over.

“Make sure you take Peach to school before noon.” Kimmy ordered.

“Yes ma’am,” the maid nodded and took Peach away.

“Bye dad!” Peach waved.

Acosta waved back till she entered the car and left.

“Do you always have to be like this?” Acosta faced Kimmy.

“Hey, husband,” Kimmy held his face for a kiss, but Acosta avoided it.

“I’m talking about our daughter here, Kimmy! She’s sick, and she still had to go to school cos you said so?”

“She had to go cos she had to go! Her sickness didn’t get her bedridden so school is a must! She has to impress her grand—”

“There you go again! She’s my daughter—our daughter. Why does she have to impress your parents?” Acosta argued.

“Of course she has to,” Kimmy shrugged cockily. “I mean…look at you, even as my husband, you still strive to impress my parents. I picked you from the gutter and  married you even when you’re black, and you became the Project Manager in this company cos you impressed my parents enough to earn that position. I became the CFO here cos I impressed them enough! Even my father who’s the CEO became the CEO cos he impressed nature and humbled poverty!”

“Wow!” Acosta laughed. “I mean…it’s great hearing from you that I was picked from the gutter. I’m honoured,”

“You f+ck me very good every night, and I love your black d+ck. Is that enough sweet words for your morning?” Kimmy smiled, pulling the flaps of his suit together.

Their banter met an unannounced demise when Marley came out with the whole legal team behind him.

“Dad,” Kimmy faced him.

“Sir,” Acosta gruffed.

“Dean is in his head office, we can go for the contract signing now.” Marley said sternly, leading the team.

“In his office? Not at honeymoon with Seraphina?” Kimmy grinned.

Marley spared no answer, so they all got in their cars including Acosta.

They drove to WIE.

—

[Dean’s Estate]

The estate sprawled over too many acres of land just like Redd Family Estate, but this one has diverse trees in it’s surroundings, and Seraphina enjoys the chirping birds on top of the steady stems and branches.

She has been here since the end of the  wedding, expecting Dean to come, but he’s not here yet.

So, hornily, she took her time standing at the balcony of their honeymoon Suite with a mug of warm coffee in hand, staring at the waving, swaying trees.

Dean’s workload is packed. It’ll even be more packed after the contract signing, so they can’t travel out to Italy for proper honeymoon like they planned till next week.

For now, they’ll make do with this Suite. Just the two of them against the chills of the morning and shadows of the night. She’s getting impatient for him to come already.

She wore just red thongs which are literally all ropes. It only covered her cli+. Rest of her p+ssy is open, and the a+s is all out.

On the upper body?

Nothing.

No br@, so she’s literally n+ked.

She took another sip from her mug, and it burnt her tongue.

But she likes it.

She loves her coffee burning hot.

Her ringing phone made her turn back to the swing chair behind.

She picked it up, smiling when she saw it’s ‘Lis’

“Hey, girl!”

“You actually picked my call?” Allison gasped. “Meaning you’re not getting pounded in bed yet? Why? Where the hell is Dean? What’s his d+ck doing?”

“Lis!” Seraphina laughed.

“On a serious note!” Allison said.

“He’ll be here soon, I believe.” Seraphina got serious too.

“Bullshit! I heard he’s signing the contract today, don’t tell me he’s in the office presently?” Allison said.

“Office? No.” Seraphina said.

“It better not be, and when he returns, there better be a tangible excuse.” Allison replied.

“There better be,” Seraphina sang.

“By the way, your sisters are clowns for doing that to your  dress. They actually injected your car seat with blood to disgrace you? Talk of two braindead c+nts.” Allison said.

“They be doing the most embarrassing shit most times,” Seraphina sighed.

“Tell me about it, let’s not talk about the clowns.” Allison cleared.

“A’ight, where you at?” Seraphina asked, changing topic.

“You know your girl is an overly active networking queen, and I’ve been trying hard to get to know just one member of the Valhalla Club, so I’m at an event to hunt for connections.” Allison explained.

“I trust you,” Seraphina chuckled.

“Of course you do,” Allison laughed. “Talk to you later.”

“Gotcha,” Seraphina hung up.

She immediately dialled Dean’s line, but he’s not picking.

Three rings.

He didn’t pick.

Her mood went sour. She looked at herself, getting mad at her preparation that’s untouched.

She poured the coffee away and returned inside to wear a blue bedroom jacket.

Then she sat in bed.

Boredom.

She got her needle and wool and began crocheting hoodie for Dean, but after three minutes…

Boredom.

She dropped it and lay in bed.

Maybe the rain she stayed under last night finally gave her the results, cos she slept off without knowing.

When she woke up, it was 8pm.

She startled awake, rushing down from the bed quickly.

“Babe!” She rushed out, expecting to meet Dean making dinner or something, but the house echoed.

She’s still alone.

She went back inside to dress up, getting her phone.

She decided it was time to go in search of him, but then she heard his car driving in, and her arms dropped.

She stood at the edge of the staircase, waiting and expecting an apology, but when he entered, her nerves cracked.

He didn’t come alone. He came with a lady, and they’re holding hands tightly.

The lady wore fitted leather gown which stopped just below her ar$e, and heels that could stab metal.

She looks badass, and at the same time classy.

“Damn, I can’t believe a bi+ch is interested in taking all of these away. I mean…” She turned around, facing Dean. “It’s all mine! This house? Your cars? You? All mine!”

“No one said otherwise,” Dean laughed, throwing his arms around her hips, stretching to her a+s.

She squeezed hard.

“Kelly, you’re such a mean girl!” Dean laughed, and she nodded.

“I mean… anyone who owns Dean St. Graves should be mean!”

“Come here,” Dean belted her neck with his palm, pulling her into a kiss.

Not just a kiss.

Their tongues darted, entering each other’s mouths before their lips closed on each other.

“Mm, baby!” Kelly m0aned.

Seraphina realized she wasn’t breathing anymore, and she still didn’t breath before she descended the remaining one stair beneath her.

Her head turned empty, eyes blurring, underarms sweating, lips trembling and stomach bugging.

“Dean!!” She yelled, her eyes so wide.

The kiss broke, and the heads of the two turned.

“Oh,” Kelly ran her over with her witchy eyes. “She was here?”

“I should have done the introduction first, it’s my fault.” Dean said, facing Seraphina alone.

“Seraphina Redd, meet Kelly Price, my fiancee.” He said.

“What!” Seraphina blurted, mouth feeling bitter, tongue feeling non-existent. Even her teeth feels like they took a leave of absence.

She feels engraved.

“Wh…what…??”

“Wait, you didn’t really think I  married you cos I loved you, right? Please tell me that’s not the case.” Dean moved closer, retaking Kelly’s hand and pulling her along.

“Babe, I think that’s the case!” She let out a fake gasp. “Look at her chest, nose nipples are poking her top! She’s not wearing a bra! Bitch must have been waiting for your mouth!”

Together with Dean, she laughed out mockingly, so loud.

Seraphina stood frozen, still trying to process what was playing.

Dean has a…. FIANCEE???

Yet, he married her.

He put a ring on her and kissed her deeply at the alter and…

Called her his.

He even covered for the sabotage  dress.

Why…How…What’s…

She went demented immediately.

She went insane.

The shock numbed her.

She gasped.

“Now I gotta show her that your mouth is only for my tits!” Kelly pulled down the tie-up of her leather dress, letting her breasts free.

“C’mon babe!” She pulled Dean.

“You know I like when you wild out,” Dean chuckled.

“Mm-mm,” Kelly bit her lip, pushing his head close.

Right in front of Seraphina, Dean’s mouth wrapped around Kelly’s dark nipple, sucking while Kelly kissed his head, moaning his name.

Seraphina’s fists unfolded.

Her anger surged.

She has been fooled.

Used. Again.

She went to the dinning, grabbing a fork from the customized cutlery set, then she dashed back to the living room where the two are.

They weren’t expecting it.

Seraphina aimed to stab Dean, but Kelly got in the way.

The fork thrusted her shoulder.

“Dumb bitch! Dean!!” She screamed as pain exploded through her.

“Damn it!” Dean shouted, holding her in place as she bled from the four fork holes on her shoulder.

“I…” Seraphina started talking. “I…. I’m…not a…tool… for… your…”

Her stutter grew so bad she cried.

She doesn’t only stutter when she talks too much, but also when she’s shocked and confused.

“You’re so fuckin dead! It’s your funeral!” Dean spat, dashing for the dinning area too.

He came back with a knife.

Seeing the glinting blade, Seraphina took to her heels, running outta the house as fast as she could.

The estate breeze from the trees slapped her in the face first, wiping her tears as she ran.

She could hear Dean’s heavy, deadly footsteps behind herself, and that only made her fun faster.

“It’s your funeral!!!” Dean yelled behind. She could feel him closing in as she arrived at the estate road.

She ran faster, but then she saw a figure in the middle of the road, standing tall like a dark ghost, his shadow huge under the estate lights.

Dean is supposed to be the only one in this estate, so…

Well, she thought that was the case till he came in with Kelly.

Is this perhaps another of his people?

Her steps stopped when she saw the face, and she exhaled roughly.

Black coat. Gloved hands. Blue eyes.

“Father?” She gulped, recognizing him as the Priest from the Church who officiated the  wedding.

She heard he’s Dean’s twin, so it makes sense that he’s here.

Tobias remained still like himself, and she quickly hid behind one of the trees beside the road, knowing the Priest would never rat her out.

Dean arrived at the road, knife long in his grip, sweat spreading on his fast, chest pounding with rage.

But when he saw Tobias, his anger went overwhelming.

“The fuck are you doing in my estate m+therf+cker! Shouldn’t you be at your Rectory, praying for mercy or confessing your evil sins? What shit did you come to pop? Huh? The hell!”

Tobias stayed like he wasn’t gonna respond for a minute, then he shifted his burning gaze to the tree Seraphina hid behind.

Dean’s gaze went there, too.

“She’s right there, the lamb you’re looking for.” Tobias said robotically.

Seraphina’s eyes widened behind the tree. “Bloody hell!”

TBC.