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Living with the Enemy. 17. Another Blue balls.
Deangelo.How much this girl affects me was starting to become unreal. It just didn't make any sense anymore, she was just another girl and I couldn't believe that she made me even think of having sex with Anna.I had been down so bad that I thought letting it all out after lacking sex for so long was what would get her out of my mind easily but I couldn't go through with it and I hope I don't end up going through because I know how much Anna would get clingy afterwards and start thinking that we can take it further. I do not want these attachments, not now. Not ever.I don’t need love. I don’t need acceptance or approval. I reject them before they can ever reject or accept me. Seeing her just now and being alone in the same space with her gave me another blue balls. My mouth had watered that I almost rose from the chair before I settled back again when she showed up. Her short dress had done nothing to stop my imaginations from running wild, I couldn't even help but wonder if she kn
Last Updated : 2024-10-29Living with the Enemy. 18: Playing Arcade games.
Elena.The next day, I had an alarm given on the shelf in my room set, I didn't want to get told or have to go through the same mistake again. I then woke up the kids even though they were both grumpy, to drop them at school, one of the drivers which was also assigned as bodyguard for the kids assisted.I was also told that Mia returns back to school in her school bus in afternoon because she's involved in sports extra curricular activities that require her to stay in school for longer times and Diego is the one I have to go pick up. During the coming and going out of the Ferrari's estate, I knew I had to protect myself from being recognized or seen I'm the outside world so I always made sure to have a scarf and a facemask on at all times. I could afford being snatched away because of my own recklessness. I was quite happy and excited to be picking up Diego alone as I wanted the chance to be with him and get to connect with him. I even planned to take him to a park while we play arou
Last Updated : 2024-10-29Living with the Enemy. 19. One down, One to go.
Elena.You're banned from playing those games, Diego. Banned! You're too young to be so interested in those games that can get you so addicted, and how many times do you have to be told that running is not exactly good for you nor your health. At least not now, why don't you ever listen?" I watched as Mr. Deangelo scolded his young son like he was a teenager or something and it just didn't sit well with me, "Sir, I think speaking to him in more gentle manners is what will get across to him and not in such harsh ways... he's too young to...""Oh shut up, Elena. Shut up!" He snapped, cutting me off and I was embarrassed. Diego ran up the stairs into his room and then the Alpha faced me squarely, "You're supposed to be their nanny which means you guide them from doing wrong and bad things that may be detrimental to them not join them in doing those things. If you cannot correct and guide my kids in the right path as expected, then what kind of nanny are you? Huh?""I'm so sorry sir, I h
Last Updated : 2024-10-29Living with the Enemy. 20. He belonged to me.
Sofia.I hate the new nanny. I've gone too far to have that bitch from nowhere to ruin it all for me and that's why I needed to keep sabotaging her just as I have been sabotaging a lot of them, especially the ones who seemed to have their eyes on the alpha.I didn't spend years in this pack tutoring some spoilt and arrogant kids despite having an MBA just to get sidelined like this. When I first saw Elena, she looked quite young, naive and dumb enough to be manipulated and pushed around. It looked like she won't be able to last very long in the pack anyways, non of the nannies ever did because they never got along with the kids. Never.She had only spent two days in the pack and she already had Diego wrapped around her fingers, and the fact that the alpha himself kept overlooking a lot of things from and about her was even more enraging. I mean, did that girl just dare to go in private to speak to the Alpha and did the alpha really just allowed her to manipulate him so easily like t
Last Updated : 2024-10-29Living with the Enemy. 21. You like testing me.
Elena.I found myself in an empty room, except there was child who looked nothing like a child. She was wrapped so tightly inside a thin mattress that I could see only her feet and somehow... her right arm... which had become a knife from her elbow to the place her fingers should be. I ran to her, try to calm her, yet she wielded the knife in blind panic, unable to tell friend from foe. Someone pulled me away from the blade and instead, I find myself sitting on the end of a large bed. I had thought it empty, but soon there was a man inside it, tall and broad. I moved away to a chair, unsure of why I was there, yet I couldn't find a way to leave. The man spoke... sitting up in bed, he asked me to rub sunscreen into his upper back and shoulders. I refused. I told him to ask someone else to do it, there were lots of people in the room but they did not move.And then, I awake safe in my bed... wondering if I was the girl in the mattress, part human, part weapon, fighting the entire world
Last Updated : 2024-10-29Living with the Enemy. 22. I am Deangelo Ferrari.
Deangelo.Holy shit. I am so fucking screwed. I’d been staring at my ceiling since I woke up this morning. I couldn't stop thinking about the yet another encounter with Elena. So many thoughts crashed through my mind. The things that we had done, the way she had stared at me in such intimate position and the things I wanted. I wanted to taste her, to see if she would be as delicious as she was in my dreams. I started this sex thing with Anna to curb this, to stop my over the top sexual urge, It should have been enough. I was sure that if I just had sex regularly with a female, the wanting would be over, and I’d finally have some peace. But here I was, in my bed, fucking throbbing like I haven’t come in weeks.This was just sick. What was I, sixteen? Even after what had just happened between us yesterday, I was hard. Again. And this time was even worse than the seven other times I had woken up this way. This time, It was like I knew what I was missing. Seven days and endless fantasi
Last Updated : 2024-10-29Living with the Enemy. 23. Get out of my Room.
Elena.I remained on my bed as soon as I was back with Diego, I had gone to pick him up from his school and we were such good friends now such that everyone in the pack were shocked at our closeness. I've also noticed how much he spoke whenever he was free with me, about his school, his friends and everything he had done in school. He's such a bubbly and adorable little boy that I find myself so whipped by.As I lay on my bed, I couldn't help but think back to my encounter with the alpha a couple of days ago and how I had tried to avoid him or anything that had to do with his presence since then. But despite the avoidance with his presence, he didn't seem to leave my mind for a second. Even his smell seemed stuck to my nostrils. He smells good, like soap and cigars and testosterone, like a midnight walk in the woods.It made me remember how he had felt when I looked so scared of him in his study, something about my response and behaviour towards him had dissatisfied him so much that
Last Updated : 2024-10-29Living with the Enemy. 24. Mia's Ballet Performance.
Elena.It had been two whole weeks since I was accepted into the Ferrari pack and I had been living amazingly okay with them without any issues.Yet.I had even grown so close to Camila and I've grown to understand in my little way about friendship and relationships with people. Camila had been nothing but nice to me, she gists me about everything and anything. She was like the sister and bestfriend I have always wanted but never got. Another thing I liked about her was how she never asked about my background or where I was from, it was almost as if she knew I didn't want to talk nor reminisce about that aspect of me at all. She was also responsible for the clothes I put on, she gave me clothes from time to time especially body hugging gowns claiming that I would look better in them just because I had a tinier waist.I had just returned from Diego's school where I had gone to bring him back home and I joined Camila and her mom in the lounge where they both sat, talking.The fact that
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Living with the Enemy. 142: Moment of Victory.
Deangelo. With determination fueling my every move, I charged forward, paying no heed to the smaller threats that stood in my way. My sole focus was on reaching Salvatore, not out of a desire for revenge, but to protect what was left of my family. Inside the house, my teenage daughter and her baby brother were trapped, gripped by fear. In the midst of the chaos, an unexpected thought emerged from deep within my mind—it was Elena. Memories of our time together came rushing back, flooding my consciousness with emotions. I recalled the happiness we shared, the moments of laughter, and the profound connection that blossomed between us. To my surprise, I realized that I had fallen in love with her, even though our relationship was kept secret due to the complicated circumstances. Sofia, on the other hand, had no place in my personal life, our interactions limited strictly to professional matters. This realization hit me with a powerful impact, reverberating throughout my entire being. B
Living with the Enemy. 141: A brutal Battle.
Deangelo. A growing unease consumed me, a feeling that something was not right. The arrival of the Guta pack brought a glimmer of hope, as they seemed kind and friendly, briefly easing my troubled mind. However, their initial numbers appeared surprisingly low. Their beta assured me that more of their pack members would join us by morning. Though unspoken, I found comfort in their presence, knowing that despite Bruno's injuries, his pack still posed a significant threat. And then, it hit me like a sudden gust of wind—an unmistakable sensation of an Alpha's demise, specifically that of Bruno Amato. Wolves typically couldn't sense the death of another unless they shared a deep bond as mates. But Alphas had a special ability to perceive the loss of a fellow leader, especially when tied by a tumultuous history. It resonated deep within me—Bruno was undoubtedly dead. Without wasting time, I shared this troubling news with the members of the Guta pack. If there was one thing I had learned
Living with the Enemy. 140: Newfound status.
Elena. I opened my eyes, my mind struggling to make sense of the warmth and color that surrounded me. I was alive, and that fact alone was both surprising and bewildering. How could I be alive? I vividly remembered the feeling of Bruno's hands around my throat, squeezing the life out of me. The coldness had consumed me, and I had embraced the certainty of death. But now, here I was, staring up at Luca's anxious face. "Luca, what... what happened?" I managed to whisper, my voice weak and filled with disbelief. His eyes searched mine, his worry etched deeply into his expression. "Elena, I planned it," he confessed, his voice laced with a mixture of guilt and determination. "When Alessandro discovered your true identity, I knew DeAngelo wouldn't forgive you easily, especially with his memory loss. So, I secretly injected you with a toxin—a drug that simulates death." I blinked, trying to absorb his words. He had risked everything to save me, resorting to an experimental drug that cou
Living with the Enemy. 139: The peace you seek.
Deangelo. I lifted Elena's lifeless body and brought her to Luca, who was the only one among us with a bit of medical knowledge. My mind was blank, unable to fully grasp the seriousness of what had happened. Luca took one look at her, his face filled with sorrow, and pronounced her dead. The truth hit me like a huge wave, overwhelming me with its finality. She had no pulse, her windpipe crushed and beyond repair. I stood there, shocked and unable to move, trying to process the events that had just unfolded. How could this be? I never wanted to get involved in this whole situation. To be honest, I was still reeling from the shock of the revelation Elena had shared with me. I didn't even know if I was angry or not, but I definitely felt betrayed and foolish. The thought of Elena being close to my children and the potential danger she might have posed to them weighed heavily on my mind. The fact that I had no knowledge of all this when I should have known made me feel even worse. I had
Living with the Enemy. 138: In the face of my own death.
Elena. As we made our way back to safety, the feeling of triumph mixed with uncertainty filled the air around us. Inside the car, tension hung heavy, and a silence settled in. I expected Deangelo to bombard me with questions about my betrayal, seeking answers to make sense of the complicated situation we were entangled in. However, he seemed distant, lost in his own thoughts. Even Alessandro's voice, discussing plans for a counterattack and the complete destruction of the remaining Amato pack, failed to grab his attention. The silence dragged on, leaving me with a whirlwind of emotions and unanswered queries. The journey back seemed never-ending, and with each passing moment, my unease grew. I stole glances at Deangelo, hoping to catch a glimpse of his thoughts, but his inner turmoil remained hidden. Alessandro's excitement was palpable, in stark contrast to his usual composed demeanor. Luca, always the strategist, recognized the potential benefits of the plan, acknowledging that it
Living with the Enemy. 137: Grip of Bruno Amato.
Deangelo. Doubt started to creep into my mind as I looked around at the deserted place that Elena had given me the address for. Should I turn back? It wasn't because of fear, but rather because I couldn't understand how Elena could have any connection to this location or how she even knew about it. However, my curiosity got the better of me, urging me to keep exploring. Honestly, there wasn't much to see in the first place. The walls were falling apart, and there was barely any furniture left. I found a chair with no arms and sat down, rocking it back and forth while I waited for Elena to arrive. I hoped she would come and tell me what she wanted, maybe it had something to do with my memories? Time seemed to stretch out as I pondered our situation. I had no immediate plans to marry Elena, that was clear. But deep down, I had a growing sense of certainty that our lives were connected, and our paths would eventually lead us together. In that dimly lit room, I let my thoughts wander. M
Living with the Enemy. 136: Don't self-sabotage.
Mia. At school, I found myself trying to avoid everyone, slipping through the hallways like a shadow. Ever since Andrew and I had broken up, I couldn't help but wonder how things would change. Would the dynamics shift back to how they were before? Would people go back to bullying me or causing trouble just because I was no longer with him? I knew deep down that the connection I had with Andrew was special, but I couldn't help but question if his friends truly liked me for who I was or if they were simply being polite because Andrew was their friend. It was hard not to let my mind wander to the possibility that they were just sticking around to make him happy. As I walked through the school corridors, I couldn't escape the stares and whispers that followed me. It felt like everyone's eyes were on me, judging and speculating. I tried my best to maintain my composure and not let their opinions affect me, but it was easier said than done. I had always been aware that my relationship wit
Living with the Enemy. 135: Memories of Elena.
Deangelo. I gazed out of the window, my mind in turmoil. The realization of my feelings for Elena had hit me like a tidal wave. How could this be happening? How could I find myself falling in love with someone I barely knew? And to complicate matters further, she was my children's nanny. It was a tangled mess of emotions and uncertainties. Amidst the confusion, one thing became painfully clear to me. I couldn't go through with marrying Sofia. It was like a truth that had been buried deep within me, waiting for the right moment to surface. The connection I felt with Elena, even in the short time we had spent together, felt real and genuine. It was the first time in a long while that something had felt right. As I contemplated my feelings, memories of Elena flooded my thoughts. Her captivating smile, the way she cared for my children with such tenderness, and the kindness she showed me when I was at my lowest point. There was an undeniable chemistry between us that couldn't be ignored
Living with the Enemy. 134: Let yourself come.
Deangelo. I still couldn't shake off the stagnant, unsettling feeling in my chest. The doctor had just left after giving me a clean bill of health. It should have been a relief, but instead, I felt a sense of unease creeping over me. My alpha genes ensured that my body healed rapidly, leaving me with no valid excuse to postpone the wedding any longer. I felt trapped, bound by societal expectations and the promises I had made. The idea of marrying Sofia, even though she had been a close friend of my late wife Jules, weighed heavily on my conscience. Jules had loved Sofia like a sister and believed she would be the perfect companion for me after her passing. At first, I embraced that sentiment, hoping that Sofia's presence would bring comfort and a sense of continuity to my life. But as the wedding day approached, doubts began to gnaw at my soul. Was I doing this for the right reasons? Was I truly ready to move on and commit myself to someone new? The truth was, I felt torn between my
