The Stranger Behind My Orgasm novel Chapter 251

Chapter 251: A REPLACEMENT

Abigail

I screamed like a banshee. A massive black bug, the size of my thumb, decided the outdoors wasn’t enough for it and flew straight into my bedroom and landed on the lampshade.

Yeah, my life pretty much flashed before my eyes. I was standing on the bed and clutching Annette like she was a lifeline with my heart pounding in my throat.

"Kill it! Kill it! Kill it!" I shrieked, my voice cracking. Annette, bless her heart and soul, wasn’t screaming but her eyes were wide as saucers and she was clearly freaked out too.

She swatted at the air with a magazine. "Abigail, you literally faced down a gun-wielding psychopath and shot him in the knee, but a bug makes you lose your mind?"

"This is different!" I wailed as the bug took flight again and buzzed menacingly near my head.

"Guns I can handle. Bugs are evil little demons with wings! Demons are bad enough but with wings? Ew!" My sides ached as I flailed my arms in the air.

Two weeks had passed since the car accident and my bruises were fading to ugly yellow-green marks on my skin and the deeper cuts were healing but I still had to move carefully or I could tear the healing seams apart.

Or at least that was what Finnegan thought. He would have a heart attack if he saw me flailing around the room trying to fight off a bug like my life depended on it. River and Angel had left for Switzerland a few days ago.

It was a necessary but painful decision to keep Angel safe and the house felt emptier without them and I missed them both terribly. It was all for the best, at least until we could solve this mess with Devin and his crazy mother.

I made Annette swear to never tell my grandparents about the accident though because it would only make them worry. The bug dive-bombed again from the ceiling and I screamed louder. The bedroom door burst open with a bang.

Finnegan stormed in with his chest heaving and his green eyes wild with panic. He had clearly sprinted from wherever he was, probably his study, and his phone was still in his hand so he must have been on a call.

"What happened?!" he demanded, scanning the room rapidly. "Abigail, are you hurt?!"

There was a murderous look on his face. His wounds had healed mostly except for the gash on his side which would take some more time.

His dark hair was tousled, his black long-sleeved shirt slightly unbuttoned and showing a peek of his tense golden muscles. My heart did a stupid flip even in the middle of my terror.

"It’s a bug!" I pointed dramatically. "A huge, evil bug! Kill it before it lays eggs in my soul!"

Finnegan blinked rapidly and the panic on his face melted into disbelief and then amusement.

"A... bug?"

Annette snorted.

"She’s been screaming for five minutes straight. If we had neighbors on this estate they would have called the police already."

The black disgusting bug chose that moment to fly toward the bed and I shrieked and practically climbed Finnegan like a tree. He caught me easily with one arm around my waist but the bug veered and disappeared under the bed frame.

"Nooo!" I wailed, burying my face in his neck. "It’s under there now. It’s plotting world domination from under our bed!" Finnegan chuckled, the sound low and warm against my ear.

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