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Not to add all those
stupid commercials he made. They were terrible but for some reason I could
never fathom people loved them and people adored Richard.
                I had
been seen hanging out with “bikers” so this was going to be an uphill battle
yet I was still determined to fight it. I refused to stand by and simply let
him take my children from me because he had suspicions about my relationship
with Archer. We were friends we had done nothing wrong. As difficult as it was
for us to restrain ourselves because some underlying force said we were
supposed to be together we had done nothing more than hold each other’s hand
and hugged. For that I was being punished. Most people would have already given
in to their desires out of anger; oh you want to take my kids from me well I’ll
show you by sleeping with this man I want so much. I knew that was what Richard
expected me to do and in no way, shape, or form was I going to prove Richard
right.
                “Well
if there is anything you need I will get it for you,” he said. He was so kind.
I knew he looked hard and dangerous on the outside and I was certain he could
kick ass yet he had been nothing but sweet to me. I found it hard to believe
that some people actually thought he was a bad person.
                “I do
need something,” I said looking into his bright aqua eyes. I inched myself
closer to him so I could feel his large cool body against mine. I felt his
breathing speed up a bit as he became excited with anticipation.
                “What?”
He whispered getting closer to me. I stopped him right before he put his lips
to mine by putting my finger on his soft lips. He opened his eyes and looked at
me curiously.
                “Food
you silly man, I am starving.”
                “Oh
right, let’s go to the kitchen then shall we,” he said as he backed away from
me looking a little embarrassed. Finally I had gotten to him the way he got to
me all the time. It was nice to feel wanted although I did feel bad for teasing
him that way. I quickly put my arms around his neck and pulled him into me.
“I’m sorry for teasing you, it was cruel of me.”
                “It’s
alright,” he said smiling down at me. “Just remember karma is a bitch.” He then
let go of me, grabbed my hand and pulled me in the direction of their huge
kitchen.

 
                                        ***

 
                We sat
at the island in the middle of the kitchen eating, well I was eating anyway. He
had made me a large plate of spaghetti and meatballs but he said he wasn’t real
hungry himself. He told me that after they feed they usually don’t eat for a
day or two.
                “So
how often do you need to feed?”
                “About
once a week.”
                “Oh,
look I understand if you don’t want to answer because it’s really none of my
business but who do you feed from?”
                “All
of my business is your business you’re my mate. I would never hide anything
from you. I get mine from the local blood bank, I have a hook up I buy from.
It’s expensive but discreet and they don’t ask questions as long as you have
the money. Cutter and Mystic do the same,” he said.
                “And
Jagger and Darla?” I asked not sure if I really wanted the answer.
                “Um Jagger
and Darla have a donor.”
                “What’s
a donor?” I asked in between bites.
    “A donor is someone that
is willing to give of themselves to Jagger and Darla for sexual favors in
return.”
                “What?!”
I said spitting my food out all over the place. “Sorry,” I said sheepishly as I
wiped it up.
                “Yes,
there are certain people who donate themselves. See when you get bitten
something in our saliva is a