My breath hitches and Victor notices, his pale lips stretch into his signature grin, one that I can never get tired of.“Hey, princess” he gently takes the mitten off and motions the guard to go, and he does.“What are you cooking?” I ask, dropping my back on the cellar counter. Anything to reduce the tension in the air.He chuckles instead and disappears Into the kitchen, and appears after a few seconds.This time the apron's off, only rock hard abs, and the bulge in his pants.I gulp nothing and hurriedly take my eyes away from him. Mr. Temptation.Instead I try to take in my surroundings, the classy-vintage theme. “Like it?” He asks, I can hear him slowly walk to me. He stands behind me. My senses heightened, obvious of his every tiny money, even his breath.“Yes–Yeah” I take a deep breath but it does absolutely nothing to calm my accelerating heartbeat. “It's cozy” I rub my palms together.His hands gently holds my waist and I steel for a moment. Deep breath Anna.Deep breath.He
Victor arrives a few minutes later, carrying two empty ceramic dishes adorned with sunflower patterns. He sets them down on the pristine white dining table before disappearing back into the kitchen. Moments later, he reappears, this time holding a ceramic soup pot in one hand and a tantalizing apple pie in the other. My mouth waters at the sight of the delicious spread before me.After placing the dishes on the table, He excuses himself to go freshen up, explaining that he's soaked in sweat, which I don't mind. Picture him shirtless, his skin glistening with sweat, and and tell me you don't feel what I feel.As he heads upstairs to change, he encourages me to take a look around while he's gone. I nod absentmindedly, my gaze already wandering around the room as I eagerly await his return.I step into what looks like a cozy resting room, furnished with oversized sofas, a bean bag, a flat-screen TV, and even a fireplace, creating a warm and inviting atmosphere. As I take in the room, I n
Victor returns just as the movie comes to an end. He brushes off some dirt from his shirt and pulls it off before plopping down on the same sofa I'm sitting on."What did I miss?" he asks, running his fingers through my hair. It's relaxing.“Everything. What's next?” I reply, curious about what he has planned.“Dessert, dessert,” He says, and instead of explaining what that actually mean He reaches out in front of me and scoops up some of my ice cream with my spoon. “You've had your dessert, now it's my turn,” He adds with a playful grin.He tightens his grip around my hair and tilts my head back slightly, allowing me to see his sharp features more clearly. The dark lust in his eyes. I take it in and before I could ask what that means, I feel a cold smooth liquid drip on my breast, the sensation sends shovers down my spine and makes my clit itch.I try to catch a glimpse of what he's doing, but he doesn't allow me to, instead his grip on my hair tightens even more.He leans closer to
I arrive home a few minutes past seven the next morning, tired and worn out. Damon still hasn't returned, but there's a package waiting for me, the one he mentioned before. I don't bother wondering what's inside; instead, I pick it up and head straight for the bedroom.Tossing the package into Damon's closet, I make my way to the bathroom. The scent of sex lingers on my skin, so I decide to take a short, warm bath to freshen up. Emerging from the bathroom, I wrap myself in a towel adorned with doodles of flowers.As I prepare to dress up, my phone vibrates on the mattress. It's Victor. I answer after the second ring."You home yet?" he asks."Yeah," I reply, stifling a yawn. "Took a shower and is about to hibernate. See you in 2028."He chuckles at my lame joke. "Guess what?"My interest piques. "What?""So, I just realized that while you were moaning down the entire building, the macaroni leftover from two nights ago with a few friends was still inside the microwave, on low heat thou
Breakfast didn't go as planned this morning. Damon woke up and decided to check the package I carelessly flung into his closet when I got back. He called me, asking where it was, and I nonchalantly told him it was in his closet before returning to the kitchen to check on my toast. But then he opened it and saw that the Victoria's Secret perfume he bought had broken, ruining the cheap white dinner dress in the box that I think he bought for Penelope. The dress is cheap for a reason; I mean, why would a supposed $900 dress—as he claimed—turn black at the slightest contact with liquid? It's ridiculous.It's my fault, I know, but honestly who the fuck care.Right! No one, because Damon is an Alpha Douchebag who's power only surfaces in the present of women.He got seriously angry, called me in, and threw a piece of the broken perfume vial at me. I ended up with a pretty deep scratch on my forehead. Now I'm sitting in front of my vanity table and mirror after Zara treated the cut before I
I gave Natalie a small smile before walking into the restaurant to meet the other ladies. Cecil had also brought three other girls and Natalie. They were all seated around a table for six, chatting and laughing amongst themselves. I recognized a few from high school and college, but there are some unfamiliar faces too.“Anastasia, I'm glad you could make it,” Cecil said, standing up to greet me with a hug, which I returyn before taking my seat. Natalie eyed me with a cold look, but I ignore it and focus on Cecil's introduction.“So, you know Marie and Anisa,” She pointed at the two familiar blondes from high school to college. They waved at me, and I give them a polite nod. We weren't close.“And this is Tatiana and Natalie,” she gestured towards the two sisters. Tatiana smiled warmly, but Natalie's expression remained aloof. I nodded in acknowledgment, keeping my cool despite the tension in the air. We exchange pleasantries.As the male waiter approached, I glanced over the menu, fe
We left platinum 2 earlier because of my confrontation with Natalie that almost broke into a fight.Cecil wasn't ready to end the day yet so our next stop was platinum clothes store. Believe me when I say Platinum is a holding company with many many businesses. Platinum clothes was one of those store that you have 99.8% chance of seeing a celebrity.Anyway, after the drama in the restaurant, the day ended for me, so our trip to get new clothes and live out a little wasn't it for me. I just sat out the entire events, shopping and whatnots.Anisa and Tatiana just gossiped at the corner while Cecil forced me to tryout dresses. Throughout our trip she didn't ask about what Natalie had stupidly said, she only asked about the business, and Luna work. She was understanding and I liked it.After seeing Tatiana and Anisa giggling at a corner, probably and taking turns to stare at me, I finally made up my mind to go home and Cecil agreed. The rest of the girl, besides Marie was grumpy about i
After replying to Cecil and muted my phone. I stepped into the shower, the sprinkling water instantly began to soothe me, easing the tension in my muscles as it cascaded down my back. This was exactly what I needed – something cold and calming.But it wasn't Victor's touch.The water enveloped me in a comforting embrace, offering solace that I could immerse myself in for hours without interruption.I stood motionless for a few moments, allowing the water to work its magic, until the weariness of the day began to weigh on me. With a sigh, I reached for the soap and began to scrub away the dirt and grime that clung to my skin.I noticed the shattered remnants of a vodka bottle and a shot glass strewn across the bathroom floor. He must have broken them in a fit of frustration when I failed to return home early. After leaving the bathroom, I grabbed a towel and began to dry off my body, relishing the warmth it provided against my skin. Once I was sufficiently dry, I proceeded to get dres