Alisha was startled as he pulled her closer and her legs spread wide open and tangled with his.His dick touched her pussy lips.Her eyes widened as she registered what was happening, the water wetting them both, his dick touching her, their lips just an inch away, as their breath mixed with each other.“Bathe yourself, sweetheart,” Alice removed his hands from the shower in Alisha's hand as he placed it on her thighs, which were wide open, giving him access to touch her.His lips itched to kiss hers as she looked shocked and startled.Alisha's hand stayed still as the water continued to fall on both of them; she couldn't grasp it all.What was happening?What was he doing?Everything was happening on the side she didn't know about.“What… are you doing?” Alisha snapped back from her trance, her heart beating so fast, it hit all the bones.“Me doing something? Can you tell me what I am doing?” Alice's dick twitched as he spoke, rubbing his thumb over her wet thighs.Her pink lips were
"Just like this, Angel, scream more, not weak, give me a hard one, and cum for me, sweetheart," Alice rolled his tongue in a circle as he twisted her nipples harder and in the opposite direction.‘Cum?’ Alisha thought in her hazy head, but as he sucked some more, she felt something dripping from her body, exactly from her pussy, mixing with the water.Did I pee? She panicked, thinking.Alice knew she had cummed already, even though he couldn't see it. He could tell by her body's reaction, the way her breathing slowed and her body rested in his arms.He felt overjoyed that he was the reason for her first orgasm.“I can't leave your other nipple unattended,” Alice commented as he removed his fingers from the nipple he had twisted before.And took her in his mouth, soothing the ache, feeling like he was in heaven.She made him cum once, and he gave her an orgasm; they both were equal, and both felt so good.“Stop, I am tired,” Alisha weakly commented, as her eyes grew sleepy, all the ten
"Alice!" Alisha stirred in her sleep, hearing someone call her name. She struggled to open her eyes, feeling dizzy and sleepy."Are you inside, Alisha?" Once again, someone called out to her. With difficulty, she opened her eyes and turned her head, finding the bed empty. She scanned the room, trying to grasp what was happening.Because she felt sleepy, her mind was still fuzzy from before.As soon as she recalled memories of what happened and how she fell asleep, she sat up like lightning, the blanket slipping from her chest.She felt the cold air on her skin as the blanket fell.And she looked at herself, completely naked. She immediately grabbed the blanket to cover herself."Alisha?!"She glanced at the locked door, where someone was calling her name from outside again.Her mouth felt dry as she licked her lips, wincing at the burning sensation on her lower lip."I'm inside," she replied, ignoring the pain, blinking a few times to push back the fuzzy feeling inside."I'm your Da
Daisy tried to soothe Alisha, unsure of what to say, feeling partly responsible because it's her son causing pain. As a mother, she couldn't help but feel the guilt and pain, especially seeing Alisha, who is innocent, suffering. Watching Alisha in pain only intensified Daisy's own anguish.“Okay, Aunty,” Alisha replied between sobs.Daisy wiped away Alisha's tears, holding her hand as they walked to the dining table. Daisy seated Alisha and herself, asking, “What would you like to eat, sweetheart? I made pasta, your favourite last time.”Although Daisy didn't know all of Alisha's preferences, she remembered the pasta Alisha loved and the juice she disliked, ensuring she kept both in mind.Daisy hadn't prepared any juice, making it easier for Alisha to enjoy her meal according to her preferences.“Thanks, Aunty,” Alisha said gratefully as she started eating the pasta, feeling hungry.Alisha eagerly dug into the pasta, savouring each bite and feeling better with every mouthful, the de
Alisha looked at herself, hearing Alice's comment, according to her, she didn't look fragile at all. It's just his thinking to claim that she is fragile when she is not.Alice noticed how Alisha was looking at herself. It was giving off a cute vibe, and all the frustration he felt before flew out from his body.“I am …not fragile,” Alisha answered, feeling not good about being called fragile.“Yes, she is right. She is not fragile; she is fine. She is just young,” Daisy supported, as she eyed Alice, so he could shut up.Of course, she also thinks that Alisha is just so small and looks like a person who can easily break if someone touches her hard.But it's not true; Alisha is handling him, so if anyone can handle Alice, Daisy doesn't believe they are fragile at all.“What is the issue in telling the truth? I am not lying, Mom,” Alice wanted to laugh, seeing both Alisha and his mother giving him looks.As if they are one team and he is the enemy.“Aunty, I don't want any dessert,” Alis
Alice closed his eyes, trying to gather his thoughts before heading to his room.This issue is happening all because Alisha is vocal about things. He's glad she didn't tell his mother what happened yesterday. Otherwise, his mother wouldn't be behaving so normally; she would be angrier and show more frustration, which he's sure about.But he always does his best to hide his true self, except for the decent anger that doesn't make him look bad in front of his mother's eyes. Yet, Alisha literally made him a villain in his mother's eyes.The way his mother was talking, he can tell she surely knows what happened at the orphanage, and his mother is too sharp not to doubt him. He can't deny it because he did it, and he's not ashamed or wanting to lie about anything on this matter.He gets whatever he wants, by hook or by crook. It's absurd to behave like he didn't. He can behave like this in other matters, like his Mafia work, but within the matters where Alisha is involved, he doesn't
His conscience mocked and reasoned, which surely he can't deny.Alisha's heart pounded against her rib cage as she heard his words.She doesn't know why she's stuttering, but it's just fear making it hard for her to form words correctly.She's too scared to do it, without even knowing herself, giving her a reality check."Angel, I asked you something, sweetheart. You better not stutter in front of me. I don't like it. Your sweet voice is meant to be heard, and I can't hear it like this," Alice spoke as he took the brush and began brushing her hair.Her hair was now dry, so he started detangling it after putting down the dryer."I can brush my own hair," Alisha tried to stop him, doing her best not to stutter.She's not a pro at stuttering, so Alice's warning is enough to set her straight.She knows a few things she shouldn't do in front of him:- Don't make him angry.- Don't ignore his warnings.- Don't act like you can defy him.She's learned to keep these three in her head when dea
Alice's eyes twitched as he heard her voice filled with hate, tears slipping from her eyes."I swear, if you shed tears for that old hag, I'm going to kill her," Alice's heart clenched as he saw tears rolling down her cheeks.He released his hold on her chin and gently wiped her tears away with his thumb.She wasn't crying because of him; she was crying for that woman who had chosen others over her.He hated seeing her cry, even if it was because of him. He could take his own anger, but not when it caused her pain, due to others."I'm not crying because of Mother Mary. I'm crying because of how you're treating me," Alisha said in a voice filled with sobs.She did feel hurt because of Mary, but she felt terrible because of him.He was the one making her emotional and making it difficult for her to understand his problem.Yet here he was, pinning the blame on Mary as if it wasn't him. In his eyes, he was always right, even when he did wrong."Then I'm telling you to stop crying, if I'm
Alisha raised her head, her doe-sized eyes filled with terror and innocence simultaneously, met his gaze.Shock etched on her face as she struggled to decipher his words, aware they carried more weight than they seemed.“I said stand up, sweetheart. Did you hear me?” Alice commanded, one eyebrow raised, jaw clenched.Too weak from standing too long, Alisha felt immobilised.It wasn't just fatigue, but fear rendering her unable to move; the metallic tang of blood assaulting her senses, the dampness on her neck and feet screaming of the dire situation.Summoning all her strength, she rose, keeping her gaze fixed on him, knowing any shift would only provoke him further.“You know what you've done wrong?” Alice's voice, cold as ice, pierced the silence.That's exactly how he sounded—cold and dangerous.Wrong? Alisha replayed the scene in her mind, struggling to identify her error.She couldn't recall any misstep; it was him twisting her words, unfairly blaming her and growing increasingly
“Ahhh!!!!!”Alisha screamed in shock as she fell to the floor, startled by the sudden sound of Alice punching the glass table, causing it to crack in the middle.As Alice stood up, his knuckles bleeding from the impact, he ignored the pain and directed his gaze towards Alisha, who was now on the floor with her hands covering her ears, looking pale and frightened.Internally seething with anger, Alice couldn't comprehend how Alisha could feel pity for someone else when she seemed to only harbour disgust and hatred towards him."What's wrong, Alisha? Why are you scared now?" Alice's voice was laced with bitterness as he extended his hand towards her, blood dripping onto the floor. "Don't you feel pity for me now? I'm bleeding too."He stared at Alisha with intense anger in his eyes, demanding an answer. "Tell me, don't you feel pity now? Instead of fear, you should be feeling pity for me because I'm bleeding more than that bastard guy you felt pity for.”Alisha felt a surge of fear and
‘Does he think I have no work?’ Alisha questioned herself, feeling hurt by his words.She did have work – she was a student and needed to study. But with him invading her life and not knowing when she would be able to return to her studies, more than a week had already passed.First, he took her with him and she went into a coma. Then, after she recovered, she couldn't leave the orphanage because Mary was selling the orphanage and they had to move out. And now, here she was again with him.He is parading her from his place to office, as if it's her who asked it.She wasn't free – she was literally forced into this situation. She didn't have her books or anything else to keep her busy. So, of course, she would appear idle.But what did he mean by saying she was "looking at people"? She had eyes, they were meant for observing. It was absurd for him to blame her for that. He couldn't make her feel any more annoyed than he already did."I have work too, Alice," she replied, her voice ting
‘Delusional?’ the voice in her head commented.Because that's the most sensible explanation. He sounds completely delusional, either unable to grasp reality or deliberately avoiding it.Who behaves like this, twisting words out of context and pretending they were the exact words spoken?"Now, can I go sit?" Alisha asked, annoyed, not wanting to continue the conversation. She'd had enough."Didn't you ask me earlier if I had an allergy, so couldn't you rub it? Maybe it'll make me feel better," Alice said, his eyes wide, giving her the most innocent expression he could muster.It was the same expression he always gave his mother, and now, to Alisha.These were the only two people he showed his inner child to, maybe with Alisha, he could show all his sides, even the ones he tried to hide from his mom."I didn't cause any allergies. I never touched you to cause it, so why would I rub it? And since when does rubbing heal an allergy?" Alisha asked, struggling to maintain her balance.Her fe
Alice looked at her, moving his chair in her direction, spreading his legs wide open, his hand resting on his thighs."What good?" Alisha's mind rang, not understanding what he was trying to praise, as there was nothing to be praised.It had been more than an hour, she stood like a statue, her eyes fixed on him, even though he wasn't particularly looking like anything interesting to look at."Do you know what you look like now?" Alice asked, sliding his hand up slightly, as if he might pull something out if he continued rubbing his palm on his pants like that."What?" Alisha asked, knowing there was no way to dodge it.The way he punctuated his words made it clear how he wanted her to respond."You look all mine, the way your eyes are on me," Alice stated, his voice thick and seductive.Alisha felt awkward seeing him rubbing himself like that and sounding so deep. "Are you feeling itchy? Are you allergic?"The words slipped out before she could realise."Do you want to rub me? Because
Alisha wanted to squeeze her eyes shut and disappear, but she kept them fixed on him, even as he sounded like a devil from hell.“I don't think it will end well if I have to repeat myself. It won't be 'sweetheart,' I can assure you of that,” Alice warned, waiting for her compliance.He knew she couldn't defy him, especially after witnessing his outburst firsthand. Despite any shortcomings, she understood better than anyone how to avoid pushing his buttons.Alisha cleared her head and looked at him, her breath caught in her lungs as if it couldn't reach her mouth due to the intensity of his gaze. Whether it was her imagination or reality, his eyes seemed darker, deepening her fear.“Keep standing here and keep looking at me, only me. If you move your eyes away, you'll face trouble. And I don't think you want that, do you?”Alisha swallowed hard, her throat dry with fear as she nodded slowly in response to Alice's question. “Okay”With a sense of resignation, Alisha kept her eyes locked
Alisha's heart raced as she jumped in her place, hearing his loud and anger-filled voice, not knowing what had made him angry at her when she hadn't done anything to provoke him.He looked at her in anger, without any reason, his eyes screaming that he would kill her and then eat her, without remorse.She gripped both sides of the couch firmly, feeling fear coursing through her veins.“Tell me, what are you looking at?” Alice asked angrily, his eyes blazing with anger.The man who was standing also started trembling. Without wasting a second, he left from there.“I... was…”“What did I tell you about stuttering in front of me?” Alice cut her off, hearing her stuttering fueling his anger further.Alisha closed her eyes tightly, feeling even the veins of her body pulsating too fast; she could hear them in her ears. That's how scared she was in the moment due to his presence, his eyes, and his anger.“Nah, you like it when you defy me, right? Open your damn eyes, Alisha,”Alisha immedia
"Yes, I am fine," Alisha snapped back from her trance, keeping her eyes on her lap.She didn't want to look at him with so many emotions swirling inside her head, making her feel overwhelmed."See Alisha, I know I am the last person you would trust to confide in, but if you feel anything is wrong, you should speak up. Even if I'm the last person you want to turn to, I'm still the only person you have, because you have no one else," Alice's words pierced through her thoughts.‘You are not the only person. You make sure of it by forcing others out of my life,’ Alisha answered silently in her heart.She didn't understand why he wanted to know if she was comfortable when he knew how his presence made everything worse. Suppressing the urge to say anything, she didn't want to break the fragile illusion he was trying to create.Alisha remained silent, her mind tangled in a web of conflicting emotions. She couldn't shake off the feeling of being suffocated, trapped in a reality she never ask
After an hour, they arrived at his office.Alisha stopped crying, appearing much better than she had at home.He stepped out of his car and opened the door for Alisha. "Come down, sweetheart," he smiled, speaking softly.Alisha looked up, seeing him smiling and acting so gently, a stark contrast from his usual behaviour.Did he hit his head somewhere? She questioned internally."Sweetheart, come down," Alice repeated, noticing her lost in thought, gazing blankly at him.Alisha was startled by his voice. Without further delay, she exited the car and surveyed their surroundings. They were in what seemed like a parking lot.However, besides Alice's car, there were no other vehicles parked in the spacious area.His driver remained seated inside the car, as Alice was the first to alight."Shall we go, Angel? If you prefer not to walk, I can carry you again," Alice suggested, eager to lift her.He found it oddly satisfying to carry her in his arms, a source of amusement for him."No, I can