Black Magic Women

49

Mary heard the car stop in front of her house and already regretted agreeing to this incredibly stupid idea in the first place. Zelda had been right once again. She should have just said no and the fight with the ginger would have never happened. The hurtful words that had been exchanged still stung and Mary just wished she would have had the chance to talk about this with Zelda first.

She didn't want to go on this date knowing how Zelda felt about it but Hawthorne had insisted on a date the following evening, so Mary had found herself with no other option but to go on this date with an unsettling feeling of guilt in her stomach.

She checked herself one last time in the mirror. She had made sure to look as normal as possible. No provocative clothes and not much makeup, so she ended up looking much more like the original Mary Wardwell.

The brunette huffed at her own sight and reminded herself that she didn't want nor need him to be getting the wrong kind of ideas. She had planned on letting him to certain things while others would make him lose a hand... or possibly one of his jewels.

The knock on the door knocked her out of her thoughts and she growled all the way to the door before her features changed into a mixture of sad happiness. Truth to be told, she hated this. Everything within her wanted to turn around, grab a knife and stab the hell out of the repulsive man in front of her but she knew she couldn't.

For probably the first time in her life she had no other choice than to bend to his rules. The rules of a man, who saw her as nothing but a way to get him off and she hated it. She had never liked men but she had always found a way to dispose of them. This time there was no such option.

"Good evening," she said and mustered up a halfhearted smile while Hawthorne took her hand and placed a wet kiss on the back of her hand, his eyes never leaving hers.

"Good evening," he gave back in a wanna be seductive voice and Mary already felt the need to empty her already empty stomach even though they were not even five minutes into the date.

"Were are we going?" she asked and tried to keep her voice as neutral as possible. It was hard for her to keep her act straight when the sheer presence of him made her want to snap his neck and bury his body in her yard.

"We're going to the cinema, watching a movie. Let's see what happens afterwards." Mary looked away before she could see the wink that was directed at her. Probably better like that or she might have really gone through with killing him right then and there.

Boring. "Sounds lovely."

Hawthorne forced her to link arms, much to Mary's dismay and they made their way towards his car. He opened the door for her and she managed to sit down gracefully despite how low the car was built. The slam of the door made her wince and she took a deep, calming breath before he sat down next to her.

"What are we seeing?"

"The Postman always rings twice," he said and the title was unknown to her so she just nodded her head in agreement.

"Should I turn up the heating? It's quite cold," he said and she just shook her head, staring out of the window.

"No, I'm fine. Thanks."

They started driving down the small and bumpy street that lead to her house and she couldn't believe she had let him pick her up at her house. She had wanted to meet him at his wished destination but he had insisted on picking her up.

She knew he wanted to make small talk but she refused to engage in any kind of conversation. Her thoughts were a few miles away.

Zelda would disapprove if she knew what dress the brunette had chosen. Even though the dress didn't show anything, it would still show too much in Zelda's eyes. The ginger wouldn't agree with any of this and the guilt weighed down heavy on Mary's shoulders.

Why did she think this was the right decision? Why didn't she listen to Zelda? They could be at her home, watching a movie and spending some quality time together but no, she was in a car with a man whose eyes devoured her body hungrily.

"Isn't it lonely living out here all by yourself?"

"I'm getting by just fine."

She heard a sigh coming from next to her and crossed her arms in front of her chest. She wanted to let him know that she didn't agree to this out of enjoyment. She wanted to prove her point and make very clear that this would be a one-time thing that would end with an innocent kiss on the cheek after the movie had ended.

She felt his fingertips brush against the outsides of her thigh and her jaw clenched just as much as the muscles in her thigh did. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath.

Stay calm... He isn't worth the ruin of a perfectly fine dress. Blood always washes out so damn difficult.

She moved her leg away from his touch and his hand came along. The warm and heavy feeling of his hand on her upper thigh was making her more than just uncomfortable. She tried to not squirm under his touch but his hand weighed more with every passing second.

It was nothing like Zelda's loving touch. This one was burning and in the worst ways possible. Her entire body tense, her jaw almost snapping from the pressure and a very tight grip on the car door went unnoticed by Hawthorne, who started stroking her thigh slowly, moving further up and inside with every stroke.

Don't do anything stupid, Mary thought. She couldn't ruin everything she had worked for so hard. If she'd kill Hawthorne her hard built life would shatter around her feet and if she'd rudely tell him off, he'd make sure to make her life a living hell so she settled on brushing his hand away carefully.

She was just about to retract her hand when she felt the rough one of Hawthorne wrap around hers, intertwining their hands. He had no idea how close he was to being cold bloodedly murdered.

She looked up at the man in sheer annoyance and hidden rage and it even surprised herself that her will power and self-control managed to hold her back from murder when she saw the smirk plaster across his face.

Oh, she would so make him pay for this one day.

But for now, she would have to be happy with imagining the day where she could slit his throat in the most delightful ways.

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Thanks to the lovely ladies in my group chat I managed to write this chapter! Thanks for pushing me when I'm a lazy ass! Hope you don't feel the need to kill me just yet! There is more Hawthorne to come but I'll make sure to give him an awful death!