How sweet the Taste

With a world full of mysteries, secrets and lies, how certain are you that you aren't apart of something beautifully dangerous? Something incredibly supernatural? Anna was fairly certain from a young age that something just wasn't right.


13. Plans In The Making

Bonny’s POV
I slid down deeper into the large tub that I was in, making sure I didn’t wet my hair. Bubbles surrounded me, making me smile. I love bubbles, when I’m in a good mood. I leaned my head back against the porcelain tub, closing my eyes and soaking in the hot water. Seconds later someone knocked on my door. I sighed.
“What do you want?” I asked rather rudely. I told them not to bother me. I heard the door open and footsteps follow through before the following click of the door closing again.
“We found him.” A male voice said, catching my attention. My eyes snapped opened and I looked up at the figure above me.
“Where?” I asked, sitting up. The boy tried hard to not look at my bare chest, barely succeeding.
“In a small town in England. When do you want to leave?” He asked, flipping his black hair out of his eyes. I smiled sweetly at him.
“With in the next twenty four hours.” I say, watching him nod and leave the room like he had came.
Sighing happily, I sank back into the water. From New York to Ireland. I found him. I finally found him. Harry. My love. My other half. He may not realize it yet, but he will be mine once more and I will slaughter anybody who gets in between us. After a few more minutes of relaxing, I stood, wrapping a towel tightly around my body. I drained the tub and walked through the house to my room. I must pack and get ready. And probably go shopping. I need to look good for my love.
Two hours later I was going through racks and racks of clothes that my personal shopper had set back for me and I must say she did a wonderful job. I tried on everything and like usual, they fit perfectly. I might just keep this one. I had on one number, turning slowing to see how it looked at different angles. It was see through in some areas and quite sexy. This might very well be the outfit I wear when i go to retrieve Harry. He will no doubt fall for this. After returning to my regular clothes, I paid for my items and left.
I got home quickly, packing my things. Just an hour later I was in first class, on my way to England. I reclined my chair and sipped on my champaign, savoring the sweet taste. I gave my now empty glass to the hostess and drifted into a sleep.
“That’s the last of your bags, ma’am.” the boy said. I nodded once, returning to my nails. He bowed slightly before backing out of the room, closing the double doors behind him.
I was in another house that I owned, an old mansion that was passed down through my bloodline. It had countless rooms and bathrooms along with a large kitchen, a ballroom, many entertainment rooms, one inside pool and one outside pool, a horse stable full of horses, a tennis court with a large gravel driveway and a fairly big fountain in the very front of the building along with thousands of acres of land, neatly trimmed and taken care of. Let’s just say, I have a lot of money. A lot of old money.
Duck set out over the land, drawing me to the balcony. The sun set in oranges and pinks, the cool wind brushing over my skin though it wasn’t cold to me. I watched the sun set and smiled. It’s time. I walked confidently through my room to my large walk in closet. Time to get ready.

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