Sign of the Zodiac: Taurus
Beatrice Manolette

By the early hours of the morning, Bianco's work was finally done. His body was tired and sleepy. He used to sleep at sunrise and wake up after noon. While cleaning his bar table for the last time, Bianco thought about last night's events. Andres behaved as if the arrival of malignos was common. Death was not unusual in Nuchas, but seeing malignos with his own eyes and head made Bianco shiver. That creature was no match for humans at all.

However, Bianco could not allow himself to continue to be fixated on the incident. His life had been hard enough even without the fact that malignos were hunting every night. Today he will sleep until the afternoon. His torn head left a tremendous pain and dizziness. He hasn't treated his wounds since last night.

So with a quick movement, he immediately stopped his activities and moved to his own room on the second floor. The room he used to make out with Beatrice. He never thought that since then, the young lady continued to pay attention to him, until finally placing herself as a bar manager.

Bianco let out a long breath while changing clothes. He looked at my face in front of the mirror. The wound on his forehead was already mongering. He was lazy to bandage the wound because it was too tired and sleepy. In the end Bianco just laid his body on the bed and prepared to fall asleep.

Suddenly a knocking sound was heard from outside. Bianco had not had time to answer when the threading door hinge opened.

“You're going to sleep? I heard you were injured last night,” a melodious voice a woman welcomed Bianco.

The young man choked to find a female figure in a purple-colored dress standing before the door of his room. The woman had dark hair along her back. Her makeup body was imprinted perfectly in the tight and minimalist dress she was wearing. Bianco got up from his bed.

“Nona .. .” his sigh is enthusiastic.

“How many times have I told you that you can call me Beatris when we're just the two of you,” hums the woman as she approaches Bianco's body and touches him gently.

Bianco looked at Beatris longingly. The woman has not changed at all. Still so beautiful and charming.

“Didn't you miss me, Bian?” beatris said in a seductive tone.

Bian immediately clenched Beatris' body tightly. “Of course I miss you so much,” he said desperately while burrowing his face into Beatris' shoulder.

The woman rubbed Bianco's head warmly. His fingers then rolled towards the neck and then Bianco's back. The intense tickling sensation felt by Bianco at every touch of Beatris. His sense of longing that peaked as if it was already unstoppable again.

“Sit down, let me treat your wound,” Beatris said later.

Bianco reluctantly removed his embrace from Beatris' waist. He sat on the bed and looked up at Beatrice who was standing in front of him.

The woman opened a box of wound medicine and white gauze. Lovingly treated Bianco's wound that stood on his forehead. He was so eloquent in doing so as to treat such wounds was nothing new.

“How are you?” ask Bianco then.

Beatris snorted softly. “It's been that long we didn't meet? To the extent that you ask such a thing.”

“Almost one month I didn't see you,” Bianco said later.

“I don't think I've been here that long. I'm sorry, Bian. A lot of work to take care of out there,” replied Beatris as she rubbed Bianco's cheek gently.

“Oh, jeez. If you're this sweet how could I forget you,” lamented Beatris anxiously. The woman then kissed Bianco's forehead which she had taken care of. A small bandage had been neatly attached covering his wound.

“Are you only going to give me one small kiss after a long time gone?” ask Bianco.

Beatris smiled slightly. “Of course not,” he said as he directed his lips to Bianco's lips.

The two kissed for a while. Bianco again clutched the waist of Beatris which contained. The intoxicating fragrance of Beatris filled the young man. Her soft and exciting kiss keeps Bianco's heart pounding. His encounter with Beatris seemed to erase all his tiredness and drowsiness. Bianco is now just overwhelmed with greed that makes him want to have Beatris completely, for himself.

***

“Can you have a holiday today?” asked Beatris who was curled up in his arms.

Bianco. The two of them had just finished climbing the peak of enjoyment. But once the game could not satisfy Bianco. Every time he hugged Beatris, he just always wanted to do it over and over again. Moreover, the woman is now in his arms on the bed and without wearing a thread on his body.

“Bar is yours, Miss. And I am your servant. If you want me to have a holiday then I will do it,” Bianco's tease.

Beatris laughed amusedly. “You love to tease me with that kind of talk,” commented Beatris.

Bianco kissed Beatris with affection. “What do you want today?” tanyanya.

“I want to take you to see the torero match,” replied Beatris short.

Bianco. He was at a loss for words and could not answer. His gaze turned to the gloomy ceiling of his room.

“Carrian will compete today. I want to provoke him and make him hurt as badly as possible,” Beatris continued frankly.

Bianco did not immediately reply and only took a deep breath. He knew this was going to happen. He knew that Beatrice would only meet him when she needed something from him. And it's always been related to a guy named Carrian Belmonte. The person Bianco hoped to disappear from this world. At least so he can have Beatris for himself.

“Does it matter if Carrian sees you with me?” ask Bianco just to give a response.

“That's exactly the goal, Bian. I want him to see me with you. Are you afraid that he'll do something to you? Take it easy, I'll protect you. The Belmonte family can't even touch my people. You're a valuable asset to the Manolette family, Bian. I'll make sure your protection is tightened,” Beatris said as she rubbed Bianco's chest that was not covered in cloth at all.

Bianco sighed softly. Beatrice knew that was not the problem for her. But she always chose to pretend not to know.

“I never worried about my safety, Bea. I'm worried about you. Carrian probably won't mess around here because your own father won't let him. But he can vent his anger against you,” said Bianco anxiously.

Beatris laughed loudly. “That's what I want, Bian. The worse I get hurt, the better. I really want a divorce with that son of a bitch. If only our families had not been bound by matchmaking, I would not have had to suffer from having such a jerk husband,” furious Beatris was full of hatred.