Novels by jaszeng_

—In the quiet solitude of her room, Mia found herself thinking about the incident she had witnessed days ago. Alessandra, in her most vulnerable state, had stirred something within Mia. A curiosity, a desire she had never known before.One night, alone in her room, Mia decided to explore these newfound feelings. She hesitated at first, her heart pounding in her chest. But then she remembered Alessandra's raw, unguarded moment, and she felt a strange sense of courage.Just as she was about to start, there was a soft knock on her door. "Mia, may I come in?" It was Alessandra. Mia quickly composed herself, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "Yes, Alessandra. Come in."Alessandra walked in, her eyes widening in surprise as she took in Mia's flushed face and disheveled hair. "Mia, what were you doing?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.Mia felt a pang of embarrassment, but she pushed it away. She had nothing to be ashamed of. "I... I was just trying something," she said, h

—Alessandra sat in the quiet solitude of her room, her mind replaying the conversation with Mia from the previous day. It had been a moment of vulnerability, a side of her that she rarely showed to anyone. But Mia had seen it, and instead of running away, she had offered her understanding, her support. It was a strange feeling, being on the receiving end of such kindness.As she sat there, lost in her thoughts, she heard a knock on her door. "Come in," she called out, her voice steady.The door creaked open to reveal her brother, a serious expression on his face. "Alessandra, we need to talk," he said, his tone grave.Alessandra nodded, motioning for him to sit. She had a feeling she knew what this was about. Her brother had always been perceptive, always able to see through her lies."Is it about Mia?" she asked, her voice betraying nothing.Her brother nodded, his gaze steady. "I know she's not younger sister of your friend, Alessandra. I know everything."Alessandra felt a pang of

—Mia's heart pounded in her chest as she retreated from the office, her mind reeling from what she had just seen. She needed to clear her head, to make sense of the strange mix of emotions swirling within her. She decided to head to her room, where she could gather her thoughts in solitude.As she entered her room, she realized she was still holding her breath, the shock of Alessandra's unguarded moment still fresh in her mind. She let out a long exhale and sank onto her bed, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts and questions.Why was Alessandra doing that? And why in the office, where anyone could walk in? Was it a cry for help or a simple moment of pleasure? And why did it affect Mia so much?She spent the rest of the day in her room, lost in her thoughts. She only left to grab a quick dinner, avoiding Alessandra and Monica as much as she could. She didn't want to face them, not until she had sorted out her feelings.The next day, Mia decided she couldn't avoid Alessandra forever. She

—The morning after their revealing conversation, Alessandra seemed to carry a sense of guilt. Mia could see it in her eyes, the way she looked at her with a newfound understanding. It was as if she regretted taking advantage of Mia's vulnerability.To escape the palpable tension in the mansion, Mia decided to go for a morning jog. The fresh air and the rhythm of her footsteps helped clear her mind, giving her a sense of peace she hadn't felt in a while.When she returned to the mansion, she found Alessandra and Monica in deep conversation. Alessandra looked up as Mia walked in, her gaze falling on Mia's worn-out running shoes. "I'll give you my credit card, buy all the pairs of shoes you want," she said, her tone casual.Mia's reaction was immediate and fierce. "I don't need new shoes, and I certainly don't need your credit card. I have my pride, Alessandra," she retorted, her voice filled with determination.With that, she stormed off to the bathroom to take a shower, leaving a surp

—The evening was silent, the tension palpable. Alessandra had returned home, her face unreadable. Mia, who had been waiting for her, decided to break the silence. "Have you and Monica ever slept together?" she asked, her voice filled with curiosity.Alessandra's response was immediate and cold. "It's none of your business, Mia," she said, her voice filled with irritation.Mia was taken aback by Alessandra's reaction. She realized then that they didn't even know each other's real names. "I'm Mia Johnson," she said, introducing herself.Alessandra looked at Mia, her expression softening. "I'm Alessandra Davis," she replied.Their conversation was interrupted by Alessandra's stern reminder. "Remember, Mia. You have no right to invade my personal life."Mia smiled sadly at Alessandra's words. "I know, Alessandra. I'm just your...sex slave that you bid for 2 million dollars."Alessandra looked taken aback by Mia's words. She asked Mia why she was at the bidding bar. Mia's answer was simpl

—Alessandra sat in the grand living room, her mind lost in thought. The unplanned dinner with Mia had been a pleasant surprise, a break from her usual routine. She was about to retire to her room when her phone rang, breaking her reverie. The caller ID displayed a name that made her heart skip a beat - Emily.As Alessandra answered the call, Mia, who was clearing the dinner table, couldn't help but overhear the conversation. The name Emily sounded familiar. She had heard it before when Alessandra was talking to her brother. Alessandra's voice was cold, her words curt. The conversation ended abruptly, leaving a tense silence in its wake.The rest of the evening passed in silence. Both women retreated to their rooms, their minds filled with thoughts left unspoken.The next morning, Monica, Alessandra's assistant, was waiting for Mia in the living room. "Alessandra asked me to take you shopping again," she said, her voice filled with excitement. "She thinks you might be bored at the man