Carl:Caveman Instinct series 2.5(7)

Closing my eyes, I fought with my body to come to my senses. I was hot,  horny and the ache I felt deepened. This man was my kryptonite. I  thought I'd been fine without a man for close to ten years, but maybe  that was why I was finding it so hard to resist Carl. Oh God, my mother  was right. My body was so deprived of attention it was willing to take  anyone. At the thought of my mother being right, I snapped and grabbed  his hands, yanking them away and scrambled of the bed.

His chuckle turned into a deep belly laugh. "Did I touch on a sore point?"

Grrr, what a wanker. Crossing my arms over my chest I glared at Carl.  "No. I'm going to get a shower. When I get out I expect you ready to go.  I want to see my mother."

Carl raised his hands in the air in surrender. "Sure. Whatever you want  honey." He lowered his hands and inched closer to the edge of the bed.  "I'm happy to join you. I can help wash all those hard to reach places."  He winked at me and then smiled, and bloody hell his dimples popped, my  body melting at the sight. I took a step toward him and shivered at the  heat that built within.

Oh for fuck's sake, what was wrong with me? I shook my head, hoping to  get rid of whatever spell I was under. "No. You just stay where you  are."

His laughter didn't help. The deep sensual sound had my pussy throbbing.  "I thought you wanted me to get up and get ready so we can go visit  your mother." He shrugged. "I'm happy to stay here and wait for you."

I looked around the room for something to throw at the arrogant swine.  He knew what I meant, he was deliberately riling me up. I picked up an  elephant ornament off the chest of drawers and threw it at him. The arse  ducked and laughed harder. Turning, I stormed into the bathroom  slamming the door and locking it. I could hear his laughter and it only  pissed me off more, but my body was on damn fire.

Crap, I was in trouble.

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Carl

Annabelle was adorable when mad. Her cheeks flushed a pretty pink  highlighting her hair, and her petite nose tilted up. What had me almost  jacking off while she'd been in the shower though was her eyes. They  lit up with fire and turned a blue so dark I wouldn't be surprised if  I'd seen lightening flash in them.

I could see the curse was affecting her. I wondered if it was having  such an effect on her because I was the oldest to succumb to the curse.  Or could it be affecting her so much because she was also the oldest  female to be claimed by a Silverman. I was intrigued.

I showered in the bathroom down the hall quickly and made my way down to  the kitchen. There I found two more bodyguards had arrived, introducing  themselves as Louis and Blane. Rafe handed me a folder with my coffee. I  sat at the table and opened the folder but didn't bother reading as  Rafe started talking as soon as I opened it.                       
       
           



       

"Annabelle Clarkson. Thirty one. Only child to Darla Clarkson, who is in  the hospital recovering from having her appendix taken out. Annabelle  is a librarian at Swansea public school. She has a large mortgage for a  townhouse in Labrador and a twenty year old little red car that has seen  better days."

Clarkson, so that was her last name. Nice, but Silverman would suit her  better. I didn't remember her mother, so it hadn't been me who'd  operated on her.

"You forgot in that run down of my life that I have a German Shepard  named Sherlock." Annabelle sashayed in. She wore black yoga pants and a  red tank top with a white butterfly. "Either someone went shopping and  bought clothes the exact same as what I have at home or they went to my  house and picked up my clothes."

She glared at Rafe and he shrugged. "Tomas went and gathered some of  your things when he went to pick up Blane, Louis, and another SUV." Rafe  pointed to everyone.

Annabelle huffed and gave a death stare to Tomas. "You better not have  gone through all my drawers, Lurch. You had no Goddamn right to go  through my stuff." She turned her anger on me. "I don't want your men in  my house." She turned back to Tomas. "I hope Sherlock bit you, Lurch."

Who the hell was Lurch? I looked to Rafe and raised my brow, but it was a  laughing Mathew who answered my look. "Annabelle has decided Tomas's  name is Lurch. She says he looks just like the TV character and Tomas  didn't divulge his name yesterday so … "

I really shouldn't laugh, but as I gazed over at Tomas I did see the  similarities. I also liked the fact that Annabelle was comfortable  enough to tease the bodyguards. Turning my focus on Annabelle I saw she  now divided her glare between me and Lurch, er, Tomas. Her hands were on  her hips and one of her black ballet flat covered feet tapped. I'm sure  the look she was going for was intimating and angry but she just looked  adorable and so beautiful. I couldn't help the chuckles that slipped  out.

"Argh," she screeched. "You have invaded my privacy and are driving me  insane and think this is freaking funny?" She stomped her foot and I  couldn't stay where I was any longer she was just too cute.

Getting up, I went to Annabelle and pulled her to me wrapping her in my  embrace. She struggled for a moment, but I didn't give her up. "You're  just too cute."

"Oh my God, you so didn't just say that?"

I tilted her chin up so she could look at me. "I did." Tucking her damp  hair behind her ear. I stroked her cheek. "Don't be mad at Lurch." I  coughed. "Tomas was just doing his job. Your house isn't safe anymore.  And before you ask, I‘m sure he put Sherlock some place safe." I looked  over Annabelle's shoulder to Tomas. He nodded.

"Sherlock has been moved to your house Carl." Rafe added.

I lifted my chin in a quick acknowledgement. My house wasn't animal  friendly, but I was sure they'd organized something. Now Annabelle was  mine I would make sure my house, our house, was fixed to her liking.

Annabelle stayed quiet for the rest of the morning. She watched though,  and I knew she was taking everything in. I hoped she was coming to terms  with her new life.

On the ride to the hospital Annabelle stared out at the scenery and  snuck glances at me when she thought I wasn't watching. I didn't hide  the fact that I spent most of the ride staring at her, committing every  feature to my memory. She had such delicate features, high cheek bones,  dainty little nose, creamy white skin and fine smooth as silk hair. She  was beautiful.

We arrived at the hospital and Annabelle ran off as soon as she was  through the door. I laughed as I watched Lurch and Mathew run after her.  I ignored the gasps I heard from staff. I didn't care what they thought  of me. I went straight to my office and shut the door.

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Annabelle

Mum looked a lot better today. I came upon her eyeing the nurses.

"Bellie, you took my advice." Her eyebrow raised up and down  suggestively and then she winked at the bodyguards that followed me.

"No Mum, I didn't. I was kidnapped by a crazy man and these are his bodyguards that he insists I have."

Mum burst into a fit of laughter, but quickly stopped and grimaced. "Mum, what's wrong? Are you okay?"

"It just hurts to laugh, Bellie." She shifted to a more comfortable  position and winked at the bodyguards. "Oh Bellie, you were always good  at telling stories. So darling daughter of mine, introduce me to your  men."

"Mum, I told you they're not my men. These are bodyguards." I turned to  see who'd followed. "The one with the smirk is Mathew and the one that  looks like he's made of stone is Lurch."                       
       
           



       

Mum waved as elaborately as she could from a hospital bed. "Hello  gentlemen who are not my daughter's men. I'm Darla, Bellie's mother."

"Bellie?" Mathew chuckled.

Glaring at the bodyguard I turned back to my mother. "Mum, I'm glad  you're better. I'm here to be with you today and get you anything you  need."

"Why do you want to spend your Saturday in a hospital looking after me?  I'm in a place where people take care of me. Go, have fun with your  ‘bodyguards.'"

"Mrs. Clarkson, your daughter isn't telling tales. These are the guards I  assigned to her. My name is Dr. Carl Silverman, and your daughter is  mine."





Chapter four





Annabelle

My mother loved Carl. She'd been so happy when he claimed me as his. The  idiot even told my mum she could plan our wedding. Supposedly it would  keep my mother occupied while she stayed in hospital and when she got  out and was in recovery. Neither my mother, nor Carl, listened to me  when I denied there would be a wedding or that he couldn't just assume I  would say yes if he asked. I barely knew him and already he and my  mother were pals.