Abby's hands trailed up his chest, over his clothes and rested on his shoulders. "Demetri, I can't live without you again," she said as another tear rolled down her cheek. "I know you're getting married but I..... I just can't do it. I don't know the English word for it, but I.... I want to be your παλλακίδα. Your other woman.... oh I know... mistress hmmm maybe concubine is a better word, even if it is a little old fashion," she began to ramble. "Although you can't go more old fashioned than Potnia. It's Ancient Greek for Mistress, Lady, but it's also the title of a Goddess. Although in those days Potnia meant 'Lady' 'Mistress' 'Wife' and of course I wouldn't be your wife, but I'd love you like I was. Because Hunter explained to me why you're doing this, and I know how important it is to you. It's why I'm not going to ask you not to marry the gold digger even if I want to," she said before covering her mouth. "Sorry I'll be quiet now," she mumbled against her hand before pushing it forward gently to hide her face in his chest.
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"We could just check the internet ya know. Google and Wikipedia seems like a safe way to go, a lot safer than Demetri anyway. Last time I went over there he tried to rape me," she said as she hopped off of the couch and grabbed her laptop. She moved quickly and sat down beside him, loading it up slowly as she turned so he could look over her shoulder. She leant back, her shoulders in line with his as her back rested against his chest as she typed her log in details.