Carl： Caveman Instinct series 2.5(12)

Crap, I was in trouble.







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.