Unraveling Mordecai, Marisa Maichel [ebook reader .TXT] 📗

her mother, saying that she loved Scorpia, but couldn’t take care of her. She was born under the sign Scorpio, thus, her name was born.
When I met her, I was exploring the garden by myself and watching the fish in the pond swim around.
I was sitting on my hands and knees, watching Pearl and the other koi swim around. Father was in France, dealing with some issue that required his attention, so I was with Uncle Soren for the summer.
“Hey.”
I glanced behind me. I stood up and turned around, and saw a girl vampire. She was sort of pretty, with ivory skin and black hair and brown eyes. She wore black jeans, black Converses, a black jacket, and a striped black and white shirt.
“Hey,” I replied. “What’ s your name?”
“Scorpia.”
“Hey, Scorpia. I’m-“
“I know who you are. Your name is Reese. You’re Prince Mordecai’s son.”
“Er, yes.”
“I’ve been watching you.”
“Really? Why?”
“I think you’re cute.”
Now I was uncomfortable.
“Er, thanks. I have to, um…”
“Do you think I’m cute?”
I was silent. She stared at me expectantly.
“Er, yeah, sure. I have to, um, go now. My uncle-“
“Do you want to kiss me?”
“Um, no,” I said honestly.
“But you just said I’m cute.”
“I think kittens are cute, but I don’t want to kiss one,” I told her.
“Kittens have germs. I don’t. My dad works for your dad. I was left on the castle steps when I was a baby, and Raz found me. He adopted me and named me Scorpia. My favorite color is red, I like cats and dogs, I have a hamster named Minnie, and my favorite music is classic rock.”
“Cool. I like cats, too. I don’t care for dogs, though. I don’t really have any pets, but I have a favorite koi in this pond. His name is Pearl.”
“A boy fish named Pearl? That’s…weird. Don’t you have some dogs, or something?”
“The only dogs I have are the dogs who watch our sheep and cows and stuff. Father says that livestock are a necessary item for vampires who employ human servants.”
“Livestock? What’s that?”
“You know, cows and horses and sheep and pigs. We sell their meat and hides and wool at a discount for humans who can’t afford to eat regularly-priced meat and they’re also for our human employees. We have to feed them somehow. That’s also why we keep a vegetable garden and an apple orchard. It’s not just because the apples smell nice, which they do, but because-“
She put her finger against my lips. “You talk too much.” And then she kissed me. Later, I would muse over what possessed her to do that. I was a prince. No one was allowed in my space unless I said so, but I was too nice to say no most of the time. As I grew into a teenager, I started to grow a thicker skin and told Scorpia to stop following me around, and then she started crying and begging me to go on one date with her. I had no interest in her, and I told her such.
She went crazy. She started following me around, stealing anything that smelled like me, cutting up my clothes, and so on. She became adept at stalking me online. She became so skilled on a computer that Father hired her to test the security systems. She found and fixed several flaws, and he paid her well for it.
I finally had enough when I was fourteen and asked Father to tell her to back off, and then she stopped speaking to me. She remained a security employee, and everyone started calling her Hacker Stalker.

I was interrupted from memory lane when I heard a snore. Sarah had fallen asleep again! I smiled into her hair and nibbled a few strands. She was so soft, so breakable. And now she was pregnant with my baby. She was already three months along, but she was still small. That concerned me. When Mother was pregnant with me, she’d been huge, almost as big as she was now with triplets. And vampire/human pregnancies always, always, resulted in someone’s death; either the mother’s, or the baby’s, or even both.
Sarah loved being pregnant. She would just stare at her own belly for an hour. She loved the chance to eat whatever she wanted, although she wasn’t able to eat as much due to the pressure on her organs. She had a mixture of good and bad dreams, and chicken made her sick, even if it was well-cooked and prepared correctly. She was addicted to eggs, especially raw eggs. She added them to her spinach and strawberry smoothies.
One of the things that irked her was that she was not allowed to drink as much coffee as she normally did. She loved the icky dark brown/black stuff that stained teeth and caused her heart to beat faster than normal. (Did you know that women’s hearts beat faster than men’s anyway?)
I was becoming nervous. I loved this baby as much as she did, but what if I had to choose between my child and my mate? What then?
Mother was always complaining about the constant kicking from the triplets. Did our baby kick Sarah, or was it too early for that? Did vampire babies grow faster or slower with human mothers? I needed to ask Alexander.
I put Sarah in bed and found my stepfather in his study, writing something at his desk.
“Can I talk to you?” I asked.
“Not now. I’m busy.”
“What was it like…I mean, with Kieran and Celine?”
“Difficult and long. Now go away. Go listen to that crap you call music or read one of those pieces of trash you call a novel.”
“Are you ever nice to anybody except Mother?”
“Not really. She’s the only one I like, besides Cirino. Now scoot. Skedaddle.”
I stuck my tongue out at the back of his head, then went outside to smoke a cigarette. Except…
Crap, I don’t have any cigarettes.
Time for a visit to the gas station. I needed a refill on my Nissan, anyway.

The gas station was only a mile away, so I was able to get there in time and filled up the tank in minutes. I went inside after I was done.
“Pack of Marlboro Silvers, please,” I said.
“Long or shorts?”
“Long.”
The clerk scanned my ID and I handed him some cash for the cigarettes.
“Reese? Reese Emerson?”
I turned at the high-pitched feminine voice.
Oh, shit fire.
It was Scarlett Hart. She wore a black tank top, short tight denim shorts, silver hoop earrings, and her usual red lipstick. Her black hair was in its usual high ponytail. She wore ankle boots and fishnets.
“Hi, Scarlett.”
“Hello. I didn’t expect to see you here,” she said, fluttering her eyelashes.
“I live in this town. I sort of need to stay nearby.”
“What are you doing with yourself these days?”
“Not that it’s any of your business, but I’m about to become a father in six months. Sarah’s pregnant.”
She blinked, then touched my arm. “I bet you get lonely. You can’t have sex while she’s pregnant.”
“I manage.”
“It’s not the same as real sex, though, is it? I mean, real sex is…well, it’s amazing. Being close to someone you have feelings for, being connected in the best way possible, it’s so incredible.”
She stepped closer to me; she smelled like roses. I could feel myself getting excited.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
“What do you say? You want to feel what a real woman can do to your manhood?”
“No, thanks, Scarlett,” I replied. “Sarah is a real woman, and she’s handled my manhood well.”
I left her looking rejected and furious.

I went straight to Louis.
“Scarlett hit on me, and I got turned on,” I said.
“Hold on,” he said to the person at the other end of the phone. He put his hand over the receiver. “One-minute, little buddy. Geez. Sorry, Ambassador, what was that?” he continued. “Okay, well, I wouldn’t know for sure. My father or my uncle might, though. Do you have Mordecai’s number? His number is-“ He rattled off the number. “That’s his work number. Sorry, I don’t give out his personal number without his permission. I understand, but this is not a life-or-death issue. It’s an economy issue. I know, economy issues can become life-or-death, but it’s not an immediate concern. There’s no need for that kind of language. I understand, ma’am. Ma’am-ah, she hung up on me. What were you saying, little buddy?”
I repeated myself.
Louis rubbed his chin thoughtfully. I noticed that he had some whiskers growing on his chin. “I mean, you have been with Sarah for a while, and Scarlett’s a very beautiful girl. Maybe you’re just getting the urge.”
“The urge?”
“You know, guy’s been with his girlfriend for a while, a beautiful lady catches his attention. The urge.”
“You mean cheating?!”
Louis shrugged. “Men your age are prone to weakness, little buddy. Similar to guys in their forties or fifties. You’ve been with other people besides Sarah.”
“Yes, but with Evan, we weren’t together yet, and my tryst with Sadie doesn’t count, because we were technically broken up at the time. Even Sarah admitted that, although I know it hurt her. Just like it hurt me when she briefly dated Caden Cartwright while we were broken up.”
Louis shrugged. “I can’t really give you any advice, little buddy. You know the difference between right and wrong. Would it kill you if you and Sarah broke up? Probably. Would it kill you if you had relations with Scarlett? Probably not. Would it kill Sarah? Maybe. But that’s only if she finds out, right?”
“You’ve cheated before!”
“Yes, and it came back to bite me in the butt when Claudia gave me what-for for cheating on Reni. I also cheated on Jillian, Diana, Harper, Clara, and Little Wolf. All of them dumped me or kicked my ass, except for Clara, who begged me to stay with her. Man, that chick was nuts. Little Wolf was just as nuts, but in a different way-she literally kicked my ass and then tried to tear my balls off. I had to restrain her and then tie her up. She still hates me to this day. But if there’s anything I learned from my many, many trysts, it’s this: cheating hurts everyone involved, especially the cheater and the cheatee.”
I thought about what he said as I went back to Sarah’s room. She was in the shower, so I laid out some underwear for her and a clean t-shirt that said POPCORN ROCKS! I looked through her clothes and found a few that still had tags on them. I snipped the tags off, then laid out a pair of jeans and brown ankle boots for her. She’d wear this outfit.
When she came back in, towel wrapped around her head, she looked at the outfit and laughed.
“I need a maternity shirt, Reese,” she said.
“This isn’t maternity?” I lifted it up.
“No, it’s for people with flat stomachs, because it’s meant to expose a little midriff.”
I tilted my head in confusion. “What’s the point?”
“To look cute, duh.” She examined the outfit I’d laid out. “Sorry Reese, but this outfit is a major flop. Nothing will fit me now.”
Frustrated, I wadded up the shirt and threw it across the room.
“Hey, you tried,” she assured me, pecking me on the lips. She had chosen soap that smelled like oranges this time. I was sort of getting tired of smelling the same scent all the time-gardenias and roses, despite her efforts to have a different scent every day. Well, she was distantly related to the goddess of love, beauty, fertility, and sexuality.
I’d only met Aphrodite briefly, and never got a chance to speak to her, and