Navigating relationships can be a wild ride. There's this one experience that sticks out. It barely lasted three days before he ended it via text, stating that he wasn't up for a non-sexual relationship. It hurt because I genuinely cared for him.I had a huge crush on him since fourth grade, and when he confessed his feelings after college, I was relieved. I thought he was the one I wanted to share my first intimate experience with, but when the time came, something didn't feel right, so I backed out.Now, with Alistair's unexpected comment, it felt different. Unlike before, I wasn't as annoyed. I couldn't tell if his question was a tease or something more genuine. I tried to respond, but the words just wouldn't come out.Alistair grabbed my right hand and slowly led it to his lower body, while he stared at me, his face an inch from mine and I could feel his breath on my face, literally taste it. My heartbeat ran faster as my hands trailed down his body until I felt his D**k in my gra
Gazing out the window, my fingers tapped rhythmically against the pane, accompanying the chirps of the birds. Noon had arrived, and soon it would be dinner, but my mind wasn’t occupied with thoughts of food. Instead, I found myself consumed by worry for my mother. As time passed, my curiosity intensified, aching for answers.If only he hadn't confined me, deploying guards and placing restrictions on my movements. I longed to sprint down the stairs, greet a waiting chauffeur, and storm into his office to confront him, even if it felt like a potentially reckless move.Though we were both lusting after each other, I knew for a fact that we both hated each other as well. Although I felt butterflies in my stomach whenever he was close by and the scent of his minty breath filled my nostrils, it was more of an uncomfortable feeling of being extremely close to him. It marked the first time I had engaged in something I never desired, yet, in a peculiar way, I couldn’t deny the wanting that lin
"Where's Alistair?" I inquired upon approaching Rue at breakfast the following morning while she set the table.Having awakened a few hours earlier, a sense of guilt lingered over me for my previous behavior, compelling me to seek him out and offer my apologies. However, my attempt to locate him in his room proved futile, and I was taken aback. Considering the untouched suit on the table, I deduced that he was somewhere within the Mansion.Despite having a personal assistant to manage the company affairs, Alistair wasn't one to remain idle at home. This observation was based on my experiences over the past few days spent with him in the mansion. While he may not outwardly appear as such, Alistair was undoubtedly a workaholic. This revelation led me to ponder how he managed the demands of his workload, a stark contrast to my own energy levels, as I would find myself exhausted in a similar scenario."Oh, he's in the garden," she replied with a faint smile, and I nodded, though uncertain
"Hey, can I grab a cup of ice cream?" I casually asked the young ice cream vendor, and he gave a nod, disappearing into the van to whip up my order.Luckily, the snow had taken a break; otherwise, I'd be freezing without a sweater. He handed over the cup, and after settling the bill, I strolled over to one of the benches in Rendell's Park.This park had been a city gem for as long as I could remember. Back in the day, my old man used to bring me here for all the fun and games. Now that he's no longer around, it's become my go-to spot—a place where I can soak in the memories of the good times and remind myself just how awesome a dad he was. Truly, he was my hero.As I sat there, the scenes of yesteryear played in my mind. I could see a younger version of myself swinging away while Dad played the cool pusher, and Mom giggled in delight. A soft smile etched on my face as the sun bathed us in its warmth, my little feet hanging above the ground. But then, the mental reel switched, and I fo
I started crouching slowly, feeling the energy between us getting stronger. I tried not to look too much, but let's be real, i couldn't resist. There I was, mustering the guts to lock eyes with Alistair once more, where words weren't needed, and the connection said it all. In the end, I found the courage I needed and stared right at Alistair Junior.I swallowed as a lump formed in my throat and feeling around it, I wondered what Alistair wanted me to do. I have never pleasured myself, not to talk of a man. Alistair stood still, like a statue, his face questioning what I was up to. I focused on the task, swallowing nervously. The moment lingered, and I tried to handle the situation with as much poise as I could muster.“How do I pleasure you?” I asked as a tinge of embarrassment washed over me. I knew it excited him; watching me like this.“I have shown you.” he declared, a sinister smile gracing his lips as he locked eyes with me, issuing a challenge.I met his gaze briefly before sh
The next morning, cladded in a pink colored see through underwear, I descended down the stairs, my fingers grazing against the rails as I headed for breakfast.. unlike before, today felt different and promising and I couldn’t help but feel a bit excitement.Rue, had shown up earlier to get me ready and observing her face, I could tell that she seemed to have forgotten about what had happened the previous night or had simply just decided to let it go because at the end of the day, I wasn’t a child and she must have known this.“You look beautiful today.” Her normal routine of compliment escaped her lips and it made me wonder if she was told to do so.The sound of clanking rang in my ears from the dinning area and I knew at once that for once, I wasn’t going to eat alone and there would be someone else with me. I could sight Alistair as he sat there, helping himself to breakfast.He wore a suit and his hair was clearly oiled and combed neatly. Even though the sounds of my footsteps echo
Alistair’s Pov Exiting the car, the sun cast its radiant glow, yet a persistent frown marked my expression. With a bouquet tightly gripped, I walked along the path, Jayden following in my wake. Arriving at a distinct headstone, I tenderly placed the bouquet, taking a moment to crouch down. One knee met the ground, while the other elevated, offering support for my hands as they rested on it. The name etched onto the headstone was unmistakably clear – Claire Levon. The sunlight played upon the letters, casting shadows that seemed to echo the weight of memories held within the engraved name. Among the gravestones in the cemetery, this one stood out distinctly. Its size surpassed the others, adorned with unique designs that set it apart. As I lingered, someone approached, a hand resting on my shoulder with a gentle squeeze, and I instantly recognized it wasn't Jayden. Much like myself, this person shared a common trait, his eyes were a light blue shade. Unlike me, he had red hair. Hold
CHLOE Pov:“Hey.” I greeted as soon as the door was opened after a few knocks and standing right before me, was Kate’s father.He looked at me with a look of surprise on his face, as if he was shocked to see me and although I had deduced that it must be because he never expected my visit, his looks said otherwise.“You are alive.” He said and from his tone, I could tell he was relieved but it only got me wondering what had happened. Did they think I was dead? Why would they do that?Before I had a chance to speak, he pulled me into an embrace and his sweet scent, filled my nostrils. It reminded me of freshly baked cookies and I knew at once that it probably was because he was baking before I interrupted him.Other than being a trained soldier, her father was also a good cook. He knew how to bake and was always ready to prepare both our favorite dishes when we were younger.“It’s good knowing that you are alive.” He said and I could tell he was actually relieved.. relieved for me and i