Rising from the Ashes

Nyla was almost not even surprised to see Paolo hoisting a kicking and screaming woman up in his arms. First she saw saw Carole, then she realized it was Damaris kicking and screaming. Again she was not the least bit shocked that she was a pussy blocker. Andres was still completely naked, but Nyla had grabbed a sheet which she draped about her strategically.

“What are you doing in my house?” Nyla asked wearily. A part of her was happy that Damaris was still alive, after everything with Harry. But she was not pleased to see her in her house at all.

Damaris stopped kicking and screaming, and stared at her upside down.

“I heard Graham had passed, and I wanted to pay my respects. This is…your house?” Damaris questioned.

Nyla pulled her sheet about her, and her reflection in the distance made her look like Lady Liberty.

“This is my house.”

“So you…”

Nyla nodded.

“I wanted to work again, I know you and Carole…”

“Put her down Paolo, but watch her.”

Naked Andres stood beside Damaris and watched her as well. Damaris, her eyes filled with tears, prostrated herself before her and Nyla immediately had Paolo and Andres pick her up.

“Don’t Damaris, there has been too much already between us.”

“I know…”

“Would you tell me what happened?”

Damaris wiped the tears from her face, but it was a fruitless effort.

“I can’t remember, my therapist says that I blocked it out. I only remember that Harry and I were in the middle of … and then I was in the hospital.”

“Are you lying like you always do because this is not the time…”

“I do not remember my Queen, I do not remember.”

Nyla was not sure if she believed her or not, but she was too tired to ask her anything else. Why did it even matter now? She had left Harry so long ago it seemed, Graham died and she was not sure what she wanted to do now except to maintain this business that she had inherited.

Damaris even in a lesser state—she had lost weight and looked fragile—could work for her. Nyla believed she would rise like a phoenix, because she had no choice but to.

Just like her.

None of them had any other choice, did they?

“I can employ you again, but you have to take care of yourself. You look like you are not.”

“It has been hard for me,” Damaris said. “I am trying to get my life back together.”

“I will help you, but you cannot come here again like this.”

Damaris nodded, and the slump of her shoulders made Nyla feel sad.

“Where are you living these days Damaris?”

“I am a nomad. I do not have a place anymore, and I do not have enough money to go back home.”

“You can stay here for the night in the other house, and we will talk business in the morning.”

“Thank you my Queen.”

Nyla turned around, and she could feel the heat of Andres’ body behind hers. He followed her silently back to her bedroom.

Her body was an extinguished flame when he lie down beside her. What was going to happen before was the last thing on her mind, but she wanted him close to her. Wanted the heat of his body pressed to hers. It made the fire inside of her flame and fan, but her mind was consumed with Damaris being there and if it had been a good idea to let her stay.

Andres pulled her closer to him, and she was aflame. He was intuitive enough to know that she was not in the mood for love, but that she still wanted his touch. His hand slipped between her legs as her own did late at night when she was hungriest for him. He did not part her lips, but instead grasped her with possession and delight at once. She led his hands to her breasts, and he massaged them making her retreat to practically another world.

She would be his, it would come soon enough she mentally purred as he caressed her lips and she fought herself from moving against his hand to make herself come because this was not about that.

This was just comfort, and she needed it.

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