Alexa's POV My whole body tensed up at the first contact his hand made with my butt. The pain quickly spread all over my body. However, I was shocked when I started getting excited each time his hand landed on my butt. It's like my body betraying the anger I was supposed to feel towards my godfather for thinking of punishing me in the first place.He got to seven, and I raised my butt a bit higher for him, eager for his hand to land another firm spank on my soft butt cheeks. It did, and a low moan escaped from my throat. I licked my dry lips nervously as I waited for the next one.But his hand hung in the air. "It seems like you are more of enjoying the pain instead of enduring it.""Huh?" I asked in a low voice. "This was meant to be a punishment. What is wrong with you, Alexa?" He cautioned me.My godfather's voice was sounding different. Like he was in between annoyed and amused with me. I cranked my neck a little bit sideways to see his facial expression. My brow creased in con
Alexa's POV I sighed in relief when I saw my godfather's familiar figure and majestic steps as he came towards me. Seeing him alone washed almost half of the tension gripping my body. "Little Alexa…" he murmured, pulling me into a hug.I clung tight to his embrace as if my whole life depended on it. "Thank you for coming," I whispered.He loosened his arms a little from my body, but didn't release me. "Tell me what happened to your mother."He took me to the nearby chair in the waiting area. I narrated everything that happened to Mom to him. He listened to me, while some of his fingers were unconsciously pulling at the strands of my hair. "The doctors had sedated her for now, but they couldn't promise me anything. I don't know if Mom would be alright or not."He embraced me again, holding me tight onto his chest. "It's going to be alright."He talked to the doctors after consoling me. He couldn't get much out of them since they would have to run some tests on her before they coul
Don Antonio's POV I couldn't stop staring at little Alexa's lush naked body standing just a few feet away from me. It took everything in me not to take a step towards her. I wanted nothing more than to grab her onto my body. I swallowed hard and lowered my eyes to the floor, even though the only place I wanted my eyes to be staring directly at Alexa's plush boobs with pink succulent nipples. She cleared her throat. The sound was so seductive to my ears. My head snapped back up again, as if I was being controlled with a remote. My eyes found hers this time around. I found myself drawn to her emerald green eyes. I stared until I got lost in them. There seemed to be a magnetic force pulling me to her. She cleared her throat again. Regardless, it couldn't distract me from the soulful connection going on. "Thank you so much for taking good care of me, godfather," she said. My eyes left hers and lowered to her lips, which were so pink and pouted. I couldn't hold it back anymore, nor
Alexa's POV I woke up with a knot in my stomach the size of a grapefruit. My head throbbed with the remnants of yesterday's emotional rollercoaster. Mom was still in the hospital, and the doctor said that she had another episode early this morning. Regardless of the craziness happening around me, all I could think about was him.Don Antonio. He'd been so kind, taking care of everything while I was a mess. Then there was that moment... the one that made my cheeks burn even now. The way he looked at me, the way he almost… But I couldn't go there. He was practically family, my godfather. Yet, the warmth of his touch on my face lingered, confusing me even more than the situation with Mom.Should I go to work or head back to the hospital to be with Mom? I had to finish up with the lessons my godfather was teaching me. But the thought of leaving Mom alone, vulnerable, made my throat tighten. Did she even need me there? I reached the hospital and sat in the chair beside her bed, taking he
Alexa's POV Guilt gnawed at me for having such selfish desires. Don Antonio had been there for me, a rock when my world crumbled. He shouldn't be tainted by these confusing feelings. He deserved better than my messy emotional state.But the image of him, his conflicted expression as he pulled away, wouldn't leave me alone. Did he feel it too? The impossible spark, the inappropriate pull? Pushing myself out of the chair, I practically ran to my mom's hospital room. This wasn't the time for selfish desires, Mom needed me.Taking a deep breath, I forced myself to focus on the rhythmic beep of the monitor. Each steady beat was a reminder, a lifeline in this storm. I would be here for Mom, strong and present. Everything else, the confusion, the guilt, could wait.I blinked back at what I met on getting to my godfather's house later that evening. My heart began hammering a frantic pace against my ribs as I stared at the scene before me. Don Antonio, the man who held me close just yesterda
Don Antonio's POV The lingering warmth of her touch on my face, the ghost of her lips brushing against mine—it felt like a wild dream. And the memory of her emerald eyes, filled with confusion and a flicker of something more… it ignited a fire within me. A fire fueled not by fleeting lust but by something deeper, something I couldn't quite define. All night, I tossed and turned, the image of Alexa replacing the usual models in my head. The weight of my actions pressed down on me, the realization of the line I had crossed with my goddaughter. Sleep, a much-needed escape, eluded me. By the time the first sliver of dawn light peeked through the blinds, a warm excitement had settled in my stomach. The taste of Alexa's lips remained on mine even as I arrived at work the next day. I wasn't surprised about the longing feeling. After all, I have been wanting to taste those lips for as long as I could remember, so I expected it. However, what I wasn't expecting was the awkward silence tha
Alexa's POV "He was avoiding me," I muttered under my breath as I paced around the office. I had been nervous ever since I realized that my relationship with my godfather had changed. He was no longer the man I saw as my second father. He became something more after we shared that kiss. I began seeing him as someone special. I slumped back in the chair, waves of disappointment crashing over me. Why was he avoiding me? I thought. He had made the first move, and he did enjoy the kiss. I saw how his eyes had dilated when we had finally released each other. So what changed in the past few hours? Had he suddenly realized that what we were doing was wrong and that the kiss shouldn't have happened in the first place? Swallowing past a lump, I shook my desktop screen to life using the mouse and stared back at the inventory file on the screen. I should focus on work. Or rather,
Alexa's POV The screeching sound of my car tires continued reverberating in my head a few minutes after the crash. I bent my head on my steering wheel and remained in that position as I tried to regain my balance. The commotion outside continued. I could hear people screaming for someone to call 911. Someone was knocking frantically on my car window. Another one was asking if I was alright. I ignored them all. I definitely was not in the right state of mind to answer any questions. But it seems like they wouldn't let me be because the next second, someone was already pulling at the door. I had no choice but to raise my head and wind down my glass. I nodded at the middle-aged man looking at me with his curious eyes. It was a way of telling him that I was alright even without asking, since I knew that would be his next question. Regardless of my foreclosure, he went right ahead and asked me the very question I was avoiding. "Are you alright, miss?""Y-yeah. I'm fine," I answered i
The villa was a haven of tranquility, a place designed to soothe the soul and heal the body. The gentle rhythm of the waves lapping against the shore, the fragrant scent of the tropical flowers, the luxurious comfort of my surroundings – all of it should have brought me peace. But it didn't. It couldn't.I spent hours by the infinity pool, the warm sun on my skin, the cool water a temporary balm against the fire that raged within me. Isabella was attentive and kind, her presence a constant, gentle reminder of my need for rest and recovery.Her touch was gentle, her voice soothing. She brought me fresh fruit, read to me from books, and tried, with unwavering patience, to engage me in conversation. She was everything they said I needed. Everything except her.I would smile, offer polite responses, and attempt to feign interest in her stories. But my mind was a battlefield, a constant struggle against the relentless tide of longing that threatened to consume me.Everywhere I looked, I sa
The apartment was a dimly lit sanctuary, the silence broken only by the rhythmic ticking of the clock on the wall. Jeremy’s call had hung in the air, a gentle reminder of the dinner he had planned, a dinner I was woefully unprepared for. I hadn’t even started getting ready. My clothes lay scattered on the bed. My mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, a relentless replay of Don Antonio’s voice, his laughter, the feeling of his hand in mine. How is he? Is he alright? Does he miss me as much as I miss him? The questions echoed in the quiet apartment, drowning out any attempt at rational thought. I stared at my reflection in the darkened window, a pale, drawn face staring back. My hair, usually carefully styled, was a tangled mess, pulled back into a haphazard bun. I hadn’t bothered with makeup, and the dark circles under my eyes spoke volumes about my sleepless nights. Jeremy’s invitation, meant to be a gesture of kindness and support, felt like an impossible task. The thought of dressi
Alexa's POVMy phone, lying face down on the kitchen counter, buzzed, shattering the oppressive quiet moment Sarah and I were enjoying. I hesitated, my hand hovering over it, reluctant to break the fragile shell of my peace. Finally, I flipped it over. Jeremy’s name flashed across the screen.“Hey,” I managed, my voice hoarse, a mere whisper.“Alexa? You sound…rough,” Jeremy said, his voice laced with concern. “Are you alright?”“As alright as I can be,” I replied, trying to inject a semblance of normalcy into my tone, but it was a poor attempt.There was a pause, a moment of shared silence that stretched between us. I could almost feel his empathy, his unspoken understanding.We hung up after catching up with work and making plans for dinner the next day. The silence returned in the room, but this time, it felt different. It was still heavy, but it was no longer suffocating. It was a silence filled with the echo of Jeremy’s affection towards me, a reminder that I wasn’t entirely alon
Don Antonio's POVI shifted restlessly in the bed, the faint ache in my chest a dull echo of the deeper pain that gnawed at my heart. Xavier and the doctor stood at the foot of the bed, their expressions a carefully constructed blend of concern and authority. They had won. They had convinced me."It's for the best, Don Antonio," the doctor had said, his voice calm and measured. "You need to focus on your recovery. The change of scenery, the peace and quiet... it will do you good."Xavier had echoed his sentiments, his usually stoic face softened with a rare hint of pleading. "It's what's best for you, sir. A chance to heal, away from the stress."They spoke of stress as if it were a simple ailment, a manageable inconvenience. They didn't understand the depth of the wound, the gaping hole in my soul that threatened to consume me. The thought of leaving Alexa, of putting distance between us, was a torment. Every fiber of my being yearned for her, for the sound of her voice, the warmth o
46. A Glimmer of HopeAlexa's POVMy heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the suffocating silence of Elsie's apartment. "Anything?" I echoed, my voice barely a whisper, the word hanging heavy with desperation. "What do you want? No… How much do you want?"Elsie's eyes gleamed, a predatory glint that sent a shiver down my spine. "Oh, Alexa," she purred, her voice laced with amusement, "you know I'm not interested in money.""Then what is it?" I pleaded, my voice trembling. "Just tell me. What do you want from me?"She rose from the sofa, her movements slow and deliberate, like a cat stalking its prey. She circled me, her gaze lingering on my face, her smile a cruel mask."Like I have said over a thousand times, I want you to suffer," she said, her voice dropping to a low, menacing whisper. "I want you to feel the pain I've felt. I want you to lose everything you hold dear."Her words hit me like a physical blow, a wave of nausea washing over me. "You're insane," I
Alexa's POVThe silence of my apartment was suffocating. It wasn't just the absence of Antonio's laughter or the warmth of his touch. It was a deeper silence, a void where our shared secrets and forbidden desires once thrived.I paced the living room, my restlessness a physical manifestation of the turmoil within me. Antonio's rejection, his cold dismissal, had left a gaping wound in my heart. But even amidst the pain, a nagging unease lingered, a shadow cast by Elsie's lingering threat. I haven't forgotten that she knows about my godfather and me and will use it against me any moment from now. The thought was a chilling reminder of my vulnerability, of the precariousness of my situation. What was she planning? What was her endgame?I couldn't shake the feeling that Elsie was the key to everything. She was the puppet master, pulling the strings, orchestrating the chaos that had engulfed my life. I had to confront her, to find out what she wanted, to understand her motives.With a sur
Don Antonio's POV The silence after Alexa left gnawed at me. The image of her retreating figure, the echo of her unspoken apology, ignited a firestorm of emotions within me.Betrayal. Disappointment. Anger.How dare she? How dare she come here, after everything, after her lies and her deception, and expect forgiveness? How dare she look at me with those pleading eyes, as if she were the victim?My chest tightened, a familiar pressure building, but this time, it wasn't the lingering effects of the heart attack. It was a raw, unadulterated fury that threatened to consume me.My gaze fell upon the tangle of tubes and wires connected to my body, the lifelines that bound me to this sterile prison. They were a symbol of my weakness, a reminder of my vulnerability. And I hated them.With a surge of adrenaline, I ripped the tubes away, the sharp sting of the needles tearing from my skin barely registering. The heart monitor erupted in a frantic alarm, the shrill sound echoing through the roo
Alexa's POVMy father's question hung in the air, a heavy weight pressing down on me. How could I explain the tangled web of lies, the hidden relationship, the guilt that gnawed at my soul?I opened my mouth to speak, but the words wouldn't come. My throat constricted, tears blurring my vision. I felt a wave of dizziness wash over me, the weight of the situation threatening to crush me.My father's expression softened, his eyes filled with concern. "Alexa," he said, his voice surprisingly gentle, "tell me what is going on?"I shook my head, unable to speak, unable to meet his gaze. I felt his hand on my shoulder, a reassuring touch that only intensified my guilt."Come on," he said, his voice firm but kind. "Let's go somewhere we can talk."He led me to a quiet corner of the lobby, away from the prying eyes and hushed whispers. I sank onto a chair, my body trembling, my mind racing."Now," my father said, sitting beside me, "tell me what's going on. Why are you here? Why were you argu
Alexa's POVThe hospital lobby was a blur of white coats and hushed whispers, a stark contrast to the chaos raging within me. My heart thumped against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat urging me forward, even as my legs trembled with fear. I had to see him. I had to know he was alright.Jeremy had dropped me off at the entrance, his expression a mix of concern and hesitant support. I barely registered his words as I rushed through the automatic doors, my eyes scanning the crowded space for a familiar face.I spotted a nurse at the reception desk and rushed towards her, my voice trembling. "Don Antonio Bavarish," I stammered. "I need to see him. I'm..." I hesitated, the words catching in my throat. "I'm a close friend."The nurse's expression was polite, but her tone was firm. "I'm sorry, ma'am, but I can't give you any information without authorization. Are you family?""No," I admitted, my voice barely a whisper. "But... but I need to see him. Please."Before the nurse could respond, a fam