“You like ice cream?” Alisha's disbelief lingered in her tone, her eyes widening at the idea of him indulging in something sweet. He seemed more like the type to recoil at the mere sight of sugar."Can't I enjoy it?" Alice's grin softened as he intertwined his fingers with hers, a playful gesture that left Alisha torn between pulling away and surrendering to the warmth of his touch."You can, but you don't strike me as a sweet tooth," Alisha remarked casually, her gaze flickering between their locked hands."I have a sweet tooth, especially for you. I like you, doesn't it count?" Alice's gaze lingered on her, his words laden with double meaning, that she tasted sweeter than any dessert. She was his slice of heaven, a sanctuary from the bitterness of the world."Like me? Plenty of people like me because I'm a good person," Alisha countered, her eyes rolling as she reflected his compliment with practised ease.Alice couldn't help but smile at her sassiness, admiring her straightforward n
Alisha watched as Alice brought the ice cream closer to her lips, the melted cream dripping from his hand, staining both their clothes.“Thanks. I can eat myself,” Alisha said, reaching for the ice cream.“Your hand will get dirty, Angel. Just eat, or else I am going to eat it,” Alice teased, daring her to touch his hand.“Okay, as you wish,” Alisha agreed, not wanting to forfeit the ice cream. She took her lips to the treat, savouring the cold sweetness as she licked and took small bites.Alice observed her actions, her hair falling freely over her face. With a gentle touch, he brushed her hair back, holding it back, allowing her to eat comfortably.“Eat. Don't worry,” Alice reassured softly.Alisha took another bite, licking her lips. “You're not eating? Isn't it for you?”“No. You can have it all. The way you asked for it was too sweet, how can I eat it?” Alice replied with a smile, finally taking a bite.“It's dripping,” Alisha observed, noticing the melted cream.Without hesitati
Alisha felt a cold sensation as a chunk of ice cream filled her mouth, with Alice's breath now fanning over her chin.‘Maybe I should eat the ice cream quickly, so he'll leave,’ Alisha thought to herself, hurriedly shoving the cone into her mouth, leaving Alice holding the lower part.Alice was shocked by how she devoured the whole cone in one go.‘Damn, she's quick. Wonder how she'd manage with something else,’ he thought to himself.“Now move, the ice cream's gone. You can have the rest,” Alisha said, struggling to speak as she tried to eat the massive amount she'd stuffed into her mouth.Some ice cream fell out as she spoke.“You're going to choke if you keep doing that,” Alice said, grabbing her cheeks, getting her mouth opened, and removing the chunks of ice cream.‘Eww,’ Alisha cringed as she swallowed the remaining pieces.The urge to vomit surged in her stomach as she watched him suck the chunks of ice cream he'd removed from her mouth.He clearly had weird habits, from the aw
Knock. Knock.Alice stirred in his sleep at the sound of knocking on the door. He was usually a light sleeper, or perhaps it was due to his insomnia; he rarely slept longer than four hours.His eyes fell on Alisha, practically clinging to him like a koala bear, her face nestled against his chest, her lips grazing his nipples through his shirt.Alice observed her, noticing how his shirt dwarfed her, revealing her cleavage and thighs, while barely concealing the rest. Half of her backside peeked out from her panties.‘This girl,’ Alice sighed. He had aptly given her the name Angel; even in her sleep, she exuded seductiveness without effort.Exposed like this and sleeping so innocently, it was almost comical how her lips grazed his nipple, reminiscent of a baby seeking milk."Sir."Alice snapped out of his trance at the repeated knock. "What?""Sir, a few people came to meet you," the servant replied from outside, his voice trembling at the sound of Alice's tone.Alice's eyes narrowed, u
"I don't need to discuss anything, just get me my daughter," Mary retorted, refusing to back down.He literally kidnapped Alisha. Who does he think he is? It's despicable. What is there to talk about?She doesn't understand, and she doesn't want to understand. All she wants is Alisha; everything else is secondary."I said, tone down your voice, old lady. I'm not doing anything to you because my Angel is close to you. But if you direct this attitude towards my mom, I swear..." Alice let his words hang, leaving the threat implied.He believed she would understand the rest on her own. He knew he wouldn't come across as innocent or kind.Mary was startled by his tone and warning. She clenched her fists in anxiety and anger. "I want Alisha," she said, her voice lower this time."Good. But you're not getting her," Alice declared, raising his eyebrows.He was relieved that Mary had lowered her tone. He usually hated disrespect, but yelling or a disrespectful tone of voice pressed his buttons
Alice, Daisy, and Mary all looked back to see who had just spoken in the middle.Alisha, who was standing at the back, saw Mary with tears in her eyes, which shocked everyone.She had been sleeping but woke up upon hearing the loud voices. She immediately recognized Mary's voice, which made her heart beat rapidly. Without wasting any time, she rushed out, not even caring about her injured feet.Alisha half-ran there and saw Alice literally talking to her mother.Mary looked at Alisha, feeling pain as she saw her sweet, innocent girl.Her eyes examined Alisha, seeing how pale she was, with her feet bandaged, which made her feel sadness.What could she expect from someone who had forced her daughter to come with him? But seeing Alisha's situation, she didn't know how to react.Pain and anger were the only things she wanted to react to, but facing Alice, she knew she couldn't.“Alisha,” Mary spoke as she moved forward.Alice, shocked by Alisha's tears, felt an urge to do something to com
Alisha opened her eyes, hearing Alice's words. Her eyes were red, tears still dripping from them.She glared at Alice, which truly shocked both Alice and Daisy.Daisy couldn't believe that this was the same Alisha who looked so cute and fragile moments ago.Her eyes weren't just screaming rage; they were screaming power.Alice wasn't shocked by Alisha's glare; he was shocked because this was the same fire he had seen in the office yesterday before Alisha lost consciousness.When she called him ‘Daddy’ and took the lead, it was the same aura.Now it was hard for him to believe that she was the same girl who talked foolishly and seemed so innocent.And then suddenly she behaved like this; it felt like she was possessed.She felt that too, because how could someone change so much, from innocent one moment to something else the next?"What are you looking at, Angel? Don't give me that look," Alice provoked her.He did want to see what she could do; he wanted to see the same girl who drove
Daisy's eyes widened as she heard Alisha's words, realizing this would be akin to throwing punches at Alice's past.This is a sensitive matter for both her and Alice.Even though she knows it's not wrong for Alisha to say that, because her own son was speaking so terribly.Still, she looked at Alice, who looked like he was about to kill someone.This is a topic no one is allowed to speak about, even though she can't mention her own husband's name in this house.Because Alice hates his father more than anyone could imagine.The hatred is deeply ingrained; she doesn't like or love her husband anymore, but with Alice, it's quite a punishable offense.“Don't speak anymore, Alisha, just don't,” Daisy calmly pleaded, more like begging.She never wanted Alisha to get hurt, and this situation is only leading to pain, of which Daisy is quite sure.Alisha looked at Daisy, who appeared agitated and scared.She didn't know what she said that scared Daisy this much when she never looked this scare
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