EpilogueIvy“Believe it or not, she can now boil the water without turning on the fire alarm system,” Mia’s father, Clyde Miller, said proudly while Mia pretended to shoot an imaginary bullet through her finger guns into her head. I chuckled at her and warmed up to the family of two… including James, who was busy in a telepathic conversation with my boyfriend. They looked awkward with squinted eyes and one-worded answers. I wanted to ask what was wrong with Aiden, but he was seated across me. “Sooo…” Mia started, noticing the stare-off between the two men. “Tell me how you bagged Mister Aiden over here.”That got Aiden and James’ attention as both men looked at her questioningly. “Bagged?” Aiden asked, frowning at me. “She’s asking how we got into a relationship,” I explained the term in his language. “No.” Mia shook her head, her eyes sparkling with mischief, “It means where she found you and which cheat codes she used to—”“Mia,” James warned, his voice deep as he gave her a s
Bonus SceneIvy“And this is Prince Samir,” Zayed, the charming Sheikh of Azmia, introduced us and the Prince tried his best to ignore looking at him. “He’s still moping because I tried to seduce him and we were about to kiss when—”“Are you scaring Samir again?” A honeyed voice walked towards us, the stunning blonde wrapping her arm around the dimpled Sheikh who looked at her like she was the treasure he wanted to find. “Ignore whatever spews out of his mouth, I do it too. I’m Elena, Zara has told me so much about you.”I liked her the best, especially when she hugged me and saved me from her husband’s antics. Zara had warned me that Azmia and their people were loud but I was sure that Sheikh Zayed was another specie. We had arrived in Azmia, one of the most powerful and richest countries in the Middle East, and living in Sheikh Zayed’s mansion as the famous Golden Palace was still in work after the recent events. Zara’s family was very kind and made me feel like one of them every t
PreviewMiaWaking up with soaked underwear was not ideal. Especially when the reason for the particular soaked underwear was my father’s best-friend, James Fox. Yes, even his name sounds like a porn star. Biting my lip, I turned on my back and took a deep breath. I could try it again. Surely, it would be easy after trying to touch myself so many times. Maybe too easy, perhaps. You can do it, Mia. Just think about his handsome face, his delicious stern voice, his dark hair and—fuck, yes, mmm. My hands felt small and gentle, cupping my perky breasts. I imagined his large palms—with the Patek Philippe on his wrist that I had gifted him on his thirty-fifth birthday, fondling my breasts, the veins on his forearms tensing as he pinched my hard little nipples between his fingers. A whimper tore out of my lips as my thighs rubbed together, my pussy getting wetter and wetter when I thought about him instructing me how to touch my pussy. Nonono, in my dream, he calls it his pussy. Yes,
2 - You’re HotMia“And wrong answer, princess.”I swallowed the lump in my throat when he neared me, his tall height looming over me. He seemed so put together, I hated it. Absolutely loathed it. I was soaked from my head to toe and my shoes squelched when I moved while he looked untouched from the rain. There I was looking like a wet sock while wearing wet socks, and he looked like he just walked out of an Abercrombie cover shoot.“W-what are you going to do?” I did not mean to stutter. Stuttering was for the weak, but I’d be lying if I said his closeness didn’t affect me. And he smelt so, so good. I wanted to bury my nose in his neck and sniff. Even ask about the cologne he used so I could buy it like a little creep and spray it all over my bed and roll around in it. Yep. There was definitely something in my drinks. “I’m going to fuck you.”“What?” My lips parted as a car zoomed by and wetness seeped out of me, making my already wet underwear wetter. “You sure… you want to do tha
3 - Look at Me and AnswerMiaI swallowed the lump in my throat and stayed by the front door, which he ordered me to do. He came back with a couple of hand towels after rummaging in the washroom closet. I accepted one of them and started patting my hands and tee-shirt, staring in horror at the sight of my nude bra being glaringly visible through the sheer dark top. The only night I decided to wear something sexy and it embarrasses me. Great, thanks world.“Oh,” I let out a soft chuckle when he started patting my wet hair with a towel. “You don’t have to.”James glared at me. “You’ll get sick. You can’t miss your first day of school.”“High School.” I corrected him, crossing my arms. His eyes lowered to my arms before snapping at my face as heat crept up his neck. “Junior year of high school, Mia. You should take a warm shower before bed and take some cold medicine.” He touched my forehead again while I shamelessly admired the way his shirt stretched over his shoulders and tightened o
4 - Porn Star NameMiaWaking up with soaked underwear was not ideal. Especially when the reason for the particular soaked underwear was my father’s bestfriend, James Fox. Yes, even his name sounds like a porn star. Biting my lip, I turned on my back and took a deep breath. I could try it again. Surely, it would be easy after trying to touch myself so many times. Maybe too easy. You can do it, Mia. Just think about his handsome face, his delicious stern voice, his dark hair and—fuck, yes, mmm. My hands felt small and gentle, cupping my perky breasts. I imagined his large palms—with the Patek Philippe on his wrist that I had gifted him on his thirty-fifth birthday—fondling my breasts, the veins on his forearms tensing as he pinches my hard little nipples between his fingers.A whimper tore out of my lips as my thighs rubbed together, my pussy getting wetter and wetter when I thought about him instructing me how to touch my pussy. Nonono, in my dream, he calls it his pussy. Yes, h
5 - Yes, Mister James?MiaHis voice rang through the class of twenty teenagers, grabbing our attention and making me squirm in my seat. I tugged at the tie that felt too tight around my neck, trying not to ogle at his tall, broad-shouldered frame. He looked delicious in a fitted crisp white shirt and pants. His shoes were so shiny I wondered if he took an extra hour to polish them. Nah, must have gotten someone else to do it.But what stood out the most were his glasses. Black frame that perched on his strong nose as his eyes glimmered through them, making me squirm in my seat.I swallowed the lump in my throat when he answered a small question from a girl, rolling the sleeves of his shirt over his elbow. Fuck, his arms. His hands. The watch that I had gifted him glinted in the light streaming in through the open windows. “Why does his name sound like a porn star?” a guy behind me whispered, and I had to bite the insides of my cheek to stop myself from laughing. Thank god, I wasn’t
6 - Studies and ChillJames“Are you in trouble?”“Of course, you’d think I’m here because I’m in trouble.” She scoffed, rolling her eyes at me, and I ignored the itch to do something completely irrational and uncivilized. “Mister Steven asked me to assist him after class.”Steven? The Math teacher. He had grey hair and looked like the sweet grandpa who snuck a few sugar candies to you when your mom wasn’t looking.I fell in step beside her, our footsteps echoing in the empty hallway. “I didn’t know students could assist teachers.”“I only help him because he gives chocolates. Look, James.” She pulled out two dark toffees in a bright wrapper from her skirt. Her eyes were dancing with a gleam of joy and it made me happy to see her like that. “Why don’t you address me properly as your teacher?” I didn’t mean to ask her such a question in a dark tone. My mouth ran before my brain did.Her hazel eyes roved over my figure, and I felt an odd tightness as she licked her lips and looked awa