Chapter 2
Stella left her house with both rage and sadness. Only Morgana could make Stella have so many billed up feelings at once. It wasn't fair she thought to herself. Stella wanted the silly myth that she could have the perfect situation. Marry Nero had have a nice and productive life in Witch County and also have the love and affection with Morgana. The silly notion to have such a simple life was never going to be in her grasp.
Stella stepped inside the Bubble Inn to meet up with Nero. Eight o'clock on the dot but no Nero. He was always the late one between the two.
The smelled bricked house of Bubble Inn had a nice homely feel as you ate there world famous pancakes and bacon. Mrs. Tennanbaum always had the place smelling like fresh pancakes a half hour before her restaurant was to open. Mrs. Tennanbaum told the secret magic formula of how to conjure up the magic to attract customers to the inn. With a magic swipe of her wand she created a smell and atmosphere that would attract anybody inside her business no matter how not hungry they were. What mattered was that they came inside the Inn, and that magic formula has worked for over forty years.
Stella was the first one to come inside Mrs. Tennanbaums's Bubble Inn. She didn't need the magic spell woven around her nostrils to want pancakes. Especially the morning she just had. As great as morning sex can be it could all by ruined by a petty argument. Pancakes were going to be the nice release before her day was to begin.
Stella walked right away to her favorite table by the window overlooking the forest. The sun was still in the midst of it morning rise and it gave her an eerie calmness just by looking at the yellow star.
"Let me guess, that good for nothing Fiancé of yours is late." Mrs. Tennanbaum yelled from the kitchen. Stella smiled and yelled back towards the elder.
"As usual Mrs. Tennanbaum. But that doesn't mean I have to wait for him" Stella happily said.
"I already have them, on the pan. They will be on your table in two minutes." Mrs. Tennabaum yelled again with enthusiasm.
Stella sat back and looked around the Inn. It was soon going to be bustling with customers. Stella knew firsthand how the day in Mrs. Tennanbaum's business went, she used to work there.
It was required for everyone in the Witch County School for girls to have a couple of hours in which ever business needed the help. It was unpaid labor of course, it was this schools way of teaching discipline through hard work. Also it was also free extra hands for whatever store or restaurant wanted free labor. Stella was one of the lucky few to be chosen to work at the Bubble Inn, to see first hands how the great cook Mrs., Tennanbaum worked was an honor for anybody in the county. But Stella had a different relationship with the famous cook. A mother figure.
Stella's mother passed away before she can even know her, and her father died of a plague that ravaged the town years ago. Mrs. Tennabaum was once a young doctor that helped the town during the devastating time. But do to the increasing heart ache of seeing so many die in front of her, the doctor later decided to have her hands in a different use. Cooking. It was there Mrs. Tennabaum felt her strategic expertise could be of better use to the people of Witch County. Especially to a young Stella.
Stella lived the schools' dormitory for most of her life and it was godsend to meet and work with Mrs. Tennabaum. It was at the Inn where Stella's discipline flourished. At the age of ten she was only washing the miles of dishes that were placed by the kitchen sink. But Mrs. Tennabaum noticed Stella's hard work and tenacity she decided to upgrade her to waitress. A year later Stella was the best waitress the Bubble Inn has ever had. People from all over town would admire her impeccable memory to detail. She ever forgot an order ever. It was common knowledge that if she ever gave you a wrong order it was because you gave her that order and nothing else.
The work at the Inn helped out tremendously for her school work. Stella always struggled to become a young witch but due to Mrs. Tennabaums guidance she started to become a rising star in the school. But Stella looked at Mrs. Tennanbaum more than just a teacher. She looked at her like a mother.
Mrs. Tennanbaum has been considered many things over the years, but affectionate has never been one of them. Besides that she has always held Stella in high esteem and thought her everything she has ever learned about being a witch. But over the years of knowing so much about one another Stella still addresses her teacher as Mrs. Tennanbaum, always wishing for the day to call her mother.
Mrs. Tennabaum interrupted Stella's view with a plate of chocolate chip pancakes. Her favorite kind. The smell of the chocolate chips gave a true satisfied relief before her day was to begin. This was the start to a productive morning.
"Their goes that rascal now" Mrs. Tennanbaum said in her gruffly voice as they both saw Nero step in Stella was always spell bounded by Nero's good looks. His short bloomed hair always had a messy look to him as if he was just finished with some hard labor. It gave him a sexy look every time. Along with his chiseled body that went along with his pretty boy face it was only natural for Stella to fall in love with Nero so hard. Even though his tardiness was always in question.
Nero saw both Stella and Mrs. Tennanbaum and flashed his go to smile. Stemma swooned every time he showed his glowing teeth. Mrs. Tennanbaum never gave him the proper respect because of his rebel like ways, but even she wished she was younger sometimes to have a play with him. He walked over to both of them with his smooth sway that he had practiced ever since he was able to walk on two feet. Mrs. Tennabaum gave her town famous glare and Nero looked to soften his wall into more businesslike.
"I am so sorry Nero, it seems like you are in the wrong place." Mrs. Tennabaum said.
"What do you mean man?"
"Because the way you are strolling here is as if you are in a brothel house."
Stella almost choked on her pancake in laughter. No matter what good of a mood Mrs. Tennabaum was in she would always never give Nero the proper due. Stella held back her laugh and scolded her.
"Mrs. Tennabaum. That's my soon to be husband, can you at least show him some proper respect" she said in an almost serious manner.
Mrs. Tennabaum gave them both a harrumph and walked away to her kitchen. She was never going to give Nero any pleasantries. Nero blushed and sat down across from Stella.
"Well it looks like I made the right decision by eating before I got here" he said.
"And a good decision it was. As long as Mrs. Tennabaum stays in the kitchen, you will never have a plate at the Bubble inn."
Nero shrugged "If that's the sacrifice I have to make to win your heart then so be it."
"You see, if you had this pancakes right about now, you would probably second guess it,"
"Oh trust me, you are all the sweet I need."
Stella looked to almost vomit "My god Nero where do you get these lines. Yoho really have just skimmed by solely on your good looks."
"And the fact that no one can give you a better time in the bed then me"
He wasn't wrong about that fact, but then he again he wasn't right either. Stella's memory went back a half hour ago and thought her sexual appetizing morning with her pink haired beauty. The flashback of her warm tongue pressed inside of her brought a chill around her spine. She felt that she was in a teenage boy's dream of multiple lovers in her life. But the stress that come along with is something no little boy could ever handle.
It was then Stella felt something between her legs. She looked to see if it was her own hands that were beneath her but they were occupied with feeding her pancakes. She looked at Nero her insufferable bad boy giving her his stare that he has always given before they were to make love. Stella went into defense mode and kneed his foot away from her.
"Not now, and not here" she said coolly. She didn't want anyone to see her flustered face as she gave a hard stern look to her fiancé.
"Oh come on, there is barely anyone here. Mrs. Tennanbaum is the kitchen; it isn't fair that you can enjoy your meal, why can't I?"
Stella put down her utensils and fooled her hands. She looked at Nero and licked the syrup from her lips seductively in front of him. Nero's breathing started to get heavy, Stella had the power to adorable to screaming hot in about in lick. It was skill that she never learned in her schooling, it was just something that she was born with, no spells needed. Nero started to peak one of his hands beneath the table and started touching her leg.
"No skirt today?" Nero pouted.
"No skirt today, I have a session today in the forest" Stella said and kneed his hand away and mashed it to the table. Nero winced in pain but let out a whiff of breath to keep himself from screaming.
"So no hanky punky until later. I have to be on my game today" she said condemning him.
Nero started to rub his hands to make the lain go away. It didn't stop him from trying to convince her to have a morning frolic.
"And what better way to get your game on, then getting off? Oh the rhymes,"
Stella shook her head, if this conversation was with Morgana It would turn out much differently. Morgana always had Stella wrapped in her little finger, Nero not so much. He is better at being persuasive when alone but never in a crowded place. It made her seem stagnant at times. Never having sex in a public area. He was adventurous and free when it comes to their lovemaking, but not Stella. On the other hand he had never known her deep secret with Morgana. If Nero actually knew what she did with Morgana his mind would explode Stella thought after refusing a hump session in the Bubble Inn's restroom.
Stella continued her pancakes hoping Nero's libido was downgraded a bit.
"You know we still have tonight" Nero whispered.
Nero was a horn dog Stella thought to herself. But it was no matter now to get into his fiancés dirty mind, she had to finish her meal quick and get on with the training. By the time she finished her last gulp she strayed to gather her things. Nero looked bewildered from Stella's rabid pace.
"Steady now girl. The forest will still be there I promise. My father watches it over so I should know" he said.
Stella put-on her jacket, since she was in such a hurry she realized her miss matched attire. A blue linen blouse with pink denims. Her training shoes were no better. It was the color of the witch county flag, blue, green, purple, red, and yellow. All disturbing colors from the way it was aligned together but it was made hundreds of years ago so it is now considered historical art.
"Depending how much of a good boy you are today, I will see if I will allow to be a bad boy tonight."
Nero looked like a little puppy waiting for his treat. Nero has never been accused of suddenly Stella thought. She yelled over towards the kitchen to Mrs. Tennanbaum for a goodbye.
"Goodbye Stella, and Nero you can leave now." Mrs. Tennabaum said cold.
Nero followed Stella outside the Inn and grabbed her arm to spin her around. When Stella turned around there was a wand stuck to his face. Nero's playful manner was now in fear, which made Stella give him a villainous smirk.
"Now what is the magic word?" She said slowly.
"I...don't know if I want to say a magic word. You'll probably turn me into a toad."
"Oh push posh, my hubby. Everybody knows how to turn someone into a frog. I on the other hand can turn you into a fly stuck in a spider's web." Stella loved playing these games with Nero. It was called the fear game, it was her way of showing who will always be boss. And she always won.
"Please give me a kiss goodbye? Nero hoped was ghee right words.
Stella then pecked his lips with her own. She gave a quick smile and jogged away towards the forest. Before she was out of Nero's sight she yelled "now be a good boy". And Nero nodded quickly top no one.
