Tallulah's POV“We can't… we shouldn't.” I muttered.His eyes which fell to my mouth, grew dim at my words. But he proceeded in his advances anyway.He leaned in a slow, precise pace with eyes still locked with mine. The intensity of his eyes mixed with the warmth between us wrapped around me, forcing my eyes shut as the inches between our faces thinned out.“Why not?” He whispered.My entire body shivered with a feeling of giddiness when his nose touched chin, his skin brushing against mine. The movements of his breaths against my chin had me sensing where his face was even with my bleak vision. He was searching for my lips, and when he did, he went right for them. His soft lips slowly crashed against mine, and at the same time, I felt his hand leave the sink, his fingers curling around my waist. My clothes were quite tight so it was easy for him to feel every curve as he grabbed me gently.He paused, and pulled back, filling the air with the sound of our breaking kiss. And when the
Tallulah's POVMy fingers gripped his arm, stopping him from touching me. Because I knew what could happen if I let him caress my skin; I would be tempted to give in to his touches.I felt his other hand move again, making my heart pace. Then held my hand, his both hands wrapping around mine with a gentle grip.“Just this once, Lula.” He voiced.My hands lifted to see the hungry look playing on his face, with pleading eyes that darted right into my soul, filling me with some sort of guilt that I was about to stop what was happening between us.“One last time.” I whispered.I knew that if I continued to stare at him, I would end up nodding my head like a fool, so I stared down beneath us, shaking my head again.“I'm sorry, Marcus. We just.. can't.”He sighed, his head falling downcast. I could feel his pain because I was also hurt because I was finally cutting off our forbidden love. The dejected look on his handsome face told me he'd stop. But his hand left mine, lifting until I felt
Tallulah's POVAs I glared at the bare-chested devil across the room, all I could think of was why he was treating me in this manner. Did he really care, or was I some sort of sport he enjoyed playing? If he truly cared, why would he seduce me even after I had explained to him why we couldn't have sex. Why would he touch me in that way until I lost control of my senses? Did he feel some sort of ownership over my body?The sight of him staring back at me with an innocent look drove me crazy. He had this apologetic look creeping through his expression as he strode forward again with pleading eyes.“I said, get out!!!!” I screamed, my voice ripping through the sounds of our erratic breaths.He paused to stare at me for a moment before raiding his hand in surrender. Then he slowly sauntered towards the door with his eyes still fixed at me.“I'm sorry, Lula.” He whispered, still at the door. And with one turn, he rushed out into the living room, heading for the main door. I watched the do
Lilian's POVI strode across the room towards the kitchen, exchanging greetings with the maids, a warm smile playing across my lips. My fingers curled around the door knob, and when I pulled it ajar, the slim, young nurse had her back facing me with her fingers dipped in the sink full of dirty dishes.“Lydia?!” I called, striding into the room.She turned around at once, the sight of me bringing a smile on her face.“Good morning Ma'am.” She greeted.I smiled back at her, heading straight for the coffee maker and pouring out a cup. “Hey, how was your sleep?” I asked.“It was fine.”I blew into the hot liquid, sipping it slowly with my eyes still fixed on her as she continued in her duties.The sight of the dirty kitchen she was cleaning made me feel some pity for the poor thing. We had talked at length while we both cleaned my room last night to the extent where she confessed that she as well as her other colleagues were never regarded with any kindness or intrest like the one I had
Marcus' POV The sight of Lilian picking herself to her feet and wiping the tears from her face gave me a sense of guilt, my dark secret lurking out of the shadows, wanting to reveal themselves. I couldn't feel the embarrassment steaming from her as she fidgeted with her elbow, the memory of her in that skimpy nightgown a fresh image playing in my head.She must've begun to hate herself for giving in to her lustful desires, desires I had orchestrated. I wished I could just tell her the truth and relieve her if all the mental torture so she would know how good she was. But that would make me the devil, and even if she forgives me for my evil deeds, would she ever be able to forget it?How long before she tells my father about all of it? It would be far worse than whatever I had done to Lula. I knew just how much he loved her, so I knew he would never be able to forgive the fact that I intentionally tried to have her seduced and recorded after drugging her. He would not only disown me.
Tallulah's POVMy grip tightened around the stair guide nervously when I saw my mom and Marcus discussing up the stairs. They were whispering indistinctly so I couldn't hear exactly what they were saying. But what caught my attention was the way he was so close to her, and when he took a small step backwards, I noticed that he had been holding her hand while he spoke to her. I didn't like the fact that he was saying something to her considering the fact that he didn't even like her or me in the first place. I began to suspect that he was in a way manipulating her, following the happenings of last night. From the way her head was held down with her arms wrapped around each other was enough proof that their conversation wasn't just a usual one. What could he be telling her?“Mom, the eggs are ready.” I called, cutting through their conversation.She shuddered a little from the sound of my voice before tilting her head sideways to face me, and when she did, she returned her gaze to Marc
Tallulah's POV “What?!” She asked, rubbing her eyes with that thin smile still on her face. “This has nothing to do with your step brother. He didn't do anything. I told you, I only got emotional.” She sounded quite believable but there was the possibility that she was covering for him. “I know mom. Just tell me what he said. I need to know.” “Okay.” She muttered. Her hands left mine as she sauntered towards the trail containing the eggs I had fried. I responded to her movements, taking out the plates so she could serve them. She sighed. “At first, he wanted to apologize for what happened last night, but I told him not to. It wasn't his fault.” I scoffed inwardly, hating the fact that she took it easy on him even after the pain he had caused her. But unknown to me, the worst was yet to come. “Instead, I apologized to him.” My fingers clenched tightly at either side of the pile of plates I was holding, wanting to smash it against the floor. “You did what?!” I spa
Marcus POV My own home had become a haunted house, with the memories of what I had done replaying over and over in my head whenever I caught sight of Lilian. It was even worse with Lula who hated my every breath, scoffs and snickers leaving her lips whenever I was near. Maybe all she needed was space in order for her to recover. I remembered last night how I froze when she walked in to see me with the glass of milk I was holding. Somehow, I feared that she might soon figure it all out, that's if she hasn't found that already. I was only glad that at the point where she walked in, I had already disposed of the spiked milk and replaced it with another full glass which I drank from before her arrival. It did bother me that she was about to drink from the same cup I had used, but again, we had already kissed several times so it didn't matter. My fingers clenched tightly against the keys when the rumbling of my stomach cut through my train of thoughts. I hadn't eaten since last night