~Chapter 3~

Written by Whiti

Reference to Good Vs. Evil and Bed and Breakfast.

I have the perfect house to show Bella and Edward, third time's a charm as they say.

I reach for my phone to organize the viewing. Though, on second thought, maybe I should check it out first? In the back of my mind, I'm thinking about the other houses we've visited and what disasters they were. I'm really not sure when the Evil-Good's patience will wane.

This place was originally a bed and breakfast, so plenty big enough for the whole Evil-Good family. It's situated off the beaten track and secluded, which is high on their pre-requisites.

I'm feeling all tingly just thinking about the commission I can make on this sale.

Edward, the owner, is going to meet me. You know, that's so strange, Edward's such an old uncommon name and yet I'll have met two in a very short amount of time.

Edward answers the doorbell, and I'm blown away. What is it with all these sexy men? I can feel myself already getting wet just by looking at him.

He's such a gentleman, showing me around his fabulous house. First, the huge kitchen, with marble countertops. I slide my finger along the marble, it's hard and smooth. What I wouldn't give to have Edward slam me against it and have his way with me. Oops, my panties would be dripping by now, if I actually wore any, instead it's slowing leaking down my inner thigh.

"Ms. Komma… Ms. Komma? I thought we'd lost you there for a moment." Whoops. Edward's words bring me out of my fantasy as I try to focus on the tour, rubbing my legs together, to quell the moisture. Next up the master bedroom, fuck me, that doesn't help me focus at all.

We move on and he shows me four guest rooms which are decorated very strangely. It's as if they were drawn from that vampire novel all the young ones are crazy about these days. I'm thinking the Evil-Goods will want to redecorate these for their four Angels, but who knows, they might like them as they are a little weird themselves.

I can seriously feel this sale, I'm sure this is the house that will get me over the line.

Edward tells me about the attic and has just started to show me around outside, when I see something in the distance that looks like a family plot. That's a little creepy, buying a house where others' loved ones are lying at rest in your back yard. I really hope that's not a deal breaker.

Oh good Lord, I swear I just saw the weirdest thing: two very strange-looking people humping one another on one of the gravesites. Another No Sale… there is no way they would want to buy this house and have their precious angels' minds corrupted by that sordid image.

Fuck, this sale is harder than I thought it was going to be. Back to the drawing board and my stress relieving clicking.

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