The Immoral Feelings

Asael stepped downstairs where he found her sitting with their parents on the dining table. She was trying to act normal in front of them but he could still clearly see that pain and gloominess she was trying to hide behind her forced smile. This made him clutch that trailing vigorously. He had never expected that their first kiss was going to be like this. That it was going to hurt her so much. He had always wanted to make their first kiss the most memorable and alluring moment of both of their lives but it turned out to to unforgettably painful just because of their parents and their fucking relationship.

While talking to Seana, Ziven turned his head and saw his son, Asael, standing on the stairs. His eyes were fixed at Ezrene whose head was lowered.

“Join us for the dinner, Asael,” he uttered, not as a request but as a command which made Asael clench his palm but without saying anything back, he stepped down from the stairs and walked towards the dining table.

Ezrene tensed up, fee