Ivey snapped back to reality when she noticed her actions.
She swore she would never trust a man.
Never fall in love and yet here she was.
This ****** in her prime.
Caving to her never ending lust and desire for a man who invaded her mind.
She couldn't control it.
Her attraction was too strong.
Why would he do this?
He only seen her once and ever since she may have fantasized about him but when did he join in? Which point of her thoughts were hers and which were him?
Ivey sat at the bathtub still cleaning herself in the cold water.
hes coming back tonight, a small excitement rose in her as she thought about it more and more.
Her intimate areas tingled.
She tried to ignore her body and think logically.
I need answers.
Why me?
Is this real?
How is he doing this?
Why do I feel so hot everytime I look at him.
My body is uncontrollable.
Is this just magic?
Suddenly she heard a loud banging on the front door of their small cottage.
Startled her out of her thoughts.
Still bare, she quickly got dressed.
She heard a male voice while putting on her dress.
Half on she scurried to her door and slightly opened it to hear the conversation clearer.
Looking Down between the railings of the stairs she seen her mother.
Her mother stood in the doorway speaking to someone
No one ever came to our door who could it be?
The words his majesty caught her attention.
Her mother reached out to the person and pulled back a white envelope.
She quickly put her clothing on while still listening.
She had to go see what it was.
She now knew she wasn't crazy for sure.
This man was out for her, and she had to see what was in that envelope.
Putting her sleeves on to her white, leisure dress she finally ran out of the room with haste. Her mother closed the door slowly, confusion clear from her actions.
Ivey walking so fast down the steps she made sure she made plenty of noise so her mother knew she was approaching.
Her mother stood silent, behind the freshly closed door. Envelope in hand staring at the door as if she couldn't understand.
Ivey now on the same floor.
Clearly excited, heart racing tried to calm herself
She didn't want her mother to think she was connected in some way.
Her dress slightly turned from how quickly she ran down the stairs.
She straightened it up, and stood straight, trying to appear like her typical careless self.
She swallowed hard before walking to the old wooden dining table.
The steam coming off the freshly made sunny side up eggs on the dingy dishes lit up her heart.
Thick slices of wheat toast lay on a plate beside it stacked 4 high.
Ivey loved rich flavors and salty foods her mother always knew what she liked.
She sat down slowly trying to pretend she didn't burn with desire to know what the conversation was about.
Her mother still standing there staring at the door, her back turned to ivey.
Ivey began to worry.
Mom are you alright.
Her mother didn't respond she just stood there In the same position.
Ivey got up quickly and ran to her mother. Walking around her to see her face.
She stood there eyes shaking, tears pouring from her eyes.
She was in shock and unable to move.
Ivey now scared needed to know what happened.
She reached down to her mother's hand slowly and grabbed the letter.
Her mother didn't stop her.
Ivey stared at her mother's face as she pulled the letter up to read it.
The wax seal had been broken.
She opened the letter to see writing.
"Dear mrs.freeh,
Mrs. Freeh?? Ivey thought.
My mother hasn't gone by that name since my father left. She goes by her maiden name now.
Iveys curiosity peaked.
She quickly read the rest of the letter.
"your husband and his mistress have been hung for the crime of adultery,signed by his majesty King Andrew"
Iveys eyes welled with tears.
She didn't know how to feel.
Had he gone so deep in her mind he found out her deepest memories, shame and guilt.
Ivey dropped the letter and slowly walked to the table where the breakfast sat getting colder by the moment.
Her anger welled up, she felt invaded.
I NEED TO TALK TO HIM NOW!
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