Trust

                                    

                                          
Theme song: "Trust Issues" Chris Brown
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mniscient POV

                          
Stretching an astonishingly sore body, Laurent hisses loudly as the bright morning sun sears his exposed skin. Rubbing his eyes, he's completely taken aback as to why the windows haven't automatically tinted to reduce the effects of the sun. Once his eyes have fully adjusted, he realizes ALL the windows of the 360 degree view of the first floor of the penthouse are destroyed and shattered all over the floor. 
                          
"The fuck?!" 
                          
Placing his foot down, he realizes he's butt naked.
                          
"What the fuck was happening?!" Fully stepping off the couch he hears a loud yelp and growl.
                          
"Lanmó?! What the fuck you doing in here?!"
                          
Looking behind him he sees a fully naked Winter. Scanning her body, he is beyond pissed. His eyes absorbing all the scratches, bruises, handprints, hickies, and even bite marks littered all over her skin. Her neck, thighs, hips, breasts, and parts of her back that he can see at her shoulders. All in the shapes of Ame's big ass hands, fingertips, or mouth. 
                          
"Winter, mama wake up. Please."
                          
"Huh?" Rolling over, Winter gives him a full view of her back bruises.
                          
"Oh Lilith, what the fuck did he do to you?! Winter, get up." Slightly shaking her, Laurent pulls her to his chest. Ignoring the painful scalding of the sun's rays on his back.
                          
"Huh? Yes?"
                          
"Mama are you ok?! Your body is a bruised mess." 
                          
Smiling at him sleepily, she nods.
                          
"He said you'd be mad when you saw it."
                          
"Fuckin idiot! Hope y'all enjoyed it cause it was the first and last fuckin time!"
                          
"Nope, no it wasn't. I know how to summon him. And Lanmó. So he's gonna hang out with me for a while. Right good boy?!" Scratching his chin she smiles at the hellhound.
                          
"I don't give a damn, Winter. He ain't finna keep havin ya body look like someone beat your ass!"
                          
"But I, umm liked it. A lot. He wasn't as rough as it looks."
                          
Narrowing his eyes, he squints at her as he watches her blush and look away. Feeling her arousal flooding through her, his jealousy towers.
                          
"What the fuck was he doin with you?!"
                          
"Nothing. It's ok. Let's get you out the sun. Come on."
                          
"Trust me, I'm finna find out what he did. Lanmó come." As the huge beast comes, Laurent stands on the glass shards. Lifting Winter up he places her sidesaddle on his back.
                          
"Wh-what are you doin?!" Nervously she latches onto Lanmó's dazzling gold choker collar.
                          
"Umm, look around! Ya lil fuck buddy ruined our house! Glass is everywhere! The couch is soaked by you, I'm guessing. My proposal papers, the ones you wanted to work on, are all over the goddamn floor. And Lanmó has knocked over every damn thing in his big ass path. So I need to call a glass and cleaning service." Replying very snidely, Laurent walks over the millions of glass shards.
                          
"Wow really, Laurent? You're that jealous? You know what? Nevermind." Feeling her hurt feelings welling up, Winter just inhales sadly.
                          
"Lanmó, come." Watching her face drop as Lanmó carries her to the elevator, Laurent feels like a jackass. "Lil mama. I didn't mean to snap. I'm sor-."
                          
"Save it, Laurent. I don't care. You're selfish. If it isn't centered around you, it's always a problem. Yes things got rougher and more out of hand than both Âme and I meant, but it was for the sake of our...YOUR sons. Your precious heirs. Without this." She points to her shadow brand, "Our children wouldn't have any ties to the Voodoo Shadow Realm that you're so proud of. I would have no ties to it. God forbid if something happened to you, your children and I would have no access to that whole part of you. They would lose their birth right of that kingdom. But all you can see are the hickies and bruises, that are clouding your judgement to that fact. Just like with Kingston! Just cause you and your maw couldn't successfully bring him back, you doubted me before you even half assed supported me!" Wiping the tears from her face, Winter kisses Lanmó's head and steps into the elevator.