CHAPTER ONE

"You are a naughty girl, Alicia."

His husky voice mutes every thought in my brain. A helpless moan elicits from my lips as his finger rubs my clit, making me squirm to his tormentous touch.

"Do you want me to stop Alicia?"

"No Luke. Plea. . . . . please don't. . . . . . don't stop please."

I arch my back up from the bed as he continues to torture me with his finger. He trails tiny kisses on the skin of my left inner thigh, his taunting lips traveling upwards to my pleasure core. Laboured breaths escape my lips in pants as my heart thrums against my chest, knowing where his soft plum lips are heading to.

Just as his lips graze across the skin of my soft hairless mound—

"BZZZZZZZZ!"

I groan in anger as I stir on my bed, my alarm buzzing loudly through my ears. The sound shatters my erotic dream to pieces as it pierces through my skull.

Of all times to buzz off, why NOW?!

I hiss in annoyance and sweep my hand across the top of my bedside drawer, feeling its surface to locate the damn alarm clock. When I finally find it, I bang my hand on its switch once, silencing the wicked culprit.

I quietly sit up from my bed, feeling my wet juices as it coats the inner fabric of my pajamas trousers.

Damn Luke Evans! I fucking dreamt about the school's most notorious badboy pleasuring me again.

And damn me too because I loved it.

I sigh in frustration and push off the blanket covering my body. I climb out of bed, take off my clothes and head to my bathroom to have my bath.

After brushing my teeth, I settle down in the bath tub and allow the warm water from the shower to relieve my erotic tension. My clit still throbs with an urge to be pleasured, but I allow the warm water to calm it down.

I will not pleasure myself while having thoughts of Luke Evans pleasuring me.

After feeling relieved and thoroughly washed, I dry off the water droplets on my body and head back into my room to prepare for school. Two months left to graduate high school and I still can't believe that I will be leaving high school soon.

And to top the icing on the cake, there is a 99.9% chance that I will be graduating as a valedictorian.

Right from junior high, I have been working my ass off and burning midnight candles to graduate high school with the best result possible that will gain me an automatic admission into a prestigious university. I sacrificed my social life, gave up my desire to have a boyfriend, and even shunned student activities that made me feel like I will be wasting my precious time on them. I invested all my energy into studying and performing highly in my class tests and assignments, as well as winning inter-school art competitions in order to boost my results and chances.

And now, just two months left, and all that hardwork and sacrifice will be paying off.

I put on my blue jeans trousers and black tank top. Next, I wear my silver ear studs and comb my hair straight. After applying a little lip gloss to my lips and perfume to my clothes, I pack in some of the notes I will be needing for today into my bag. I slide the bag over my shoulder and leave my room, shutting the door behind me.

As I walk down the stairs, the sweet aroma of fresh pancakes wafts through my nostrils. Sarah's humming voice becomes more noticeable to me as I reach the dining area near the kitchen, her sweet melodious tone mixing with the fresh scent of the pancakes that is now beginning to make my stomach growl in hunger.

"Good morning Sarah." I greet as I enter the kitchen, giving her a hug from behind. She is already dressed for work.

"Good morning Alicia."

She turns and smiles, regarding me from my hair down to my feet, which is clad in black boots.

"You look amazing."

"Thanks Sarah."

"The rest of the pancakes will be done in a couple of minutes. Help me carry that plate containing those pancakes to the dining table." Sarah says, pointing to a white ceramic plate sitting on the top of the kitchen drawer containing some pancakes.

"Alright. My stomach is already growling in hunger." I joke and reach the drawer. I carry the plate containing the pancakes and head to the dining table.

I place the plate on the dining table and also start to set up the table for breakfast, adding some bottles of water, a can of brown honey, and a jar of milk on the table. Our breakfast menu for today is a simple meal: Milk and Pancakes with a touch of honey and blue berries.

Sarah brings out the rest of the pancakes and a plate containing the blue berries. We settle down on the chairs in the dining table. After saying our prayers, we start eating.

"When was the last time you spoke with mum?"

Sarah's question has my throat tightening in an instant. I lower my fork, allowing the chunk of pancake hanging at the tip of it to fall back into my plate.

"Last two months."

"Last two months?" The horror laced in Sarah's question does nothing to pacify the anger now brewing up inside me.

"That is not good Alicia. She misses you."

"Sarah please I am not ready for this now. Please."

"Mum called yesterday and she told me that—"

"Sarah please!" My voice is loud, and I can hear the crack in it. I don't want to cry. It's still too early to cry today.

I take in a breath, trying to speak softly now.

"It is enough Sarah. Please, I am begging you. I don't want to hear anything you want to tell me about her."

She nods silently and goes back to eating her breakfast.

I lift up my fork, digging it into the chunk of pancake that had fallen back into my plate, but I have lost my appetite. I stand up and head to the kitchen to grab some paper bags to pack in the breakfast, but Sarah's hand draws me back.

"Sit Alicia. Please."

I huff out and sit down. Sarah cuts out a chunk of her pancake and pushes the small bit on her fork to me.

"Open your mouth Alicia. Eat."

I roll my eyes at the food. How can she make me lose my appetite and still want to fed me like some toddler?

"I understand that you are angry Alicia, but I am not our mother, and I will not allow you to go to school hungry."

I want to say no, to hesitate, but she is right. She is not our mother, and I definitely need to eat in order to have the energy to survive Mr Douglas's fine art class this morning.

Also, Sarah is the best sister I can ever ask for in the entire world.

I open my mouth and she feds me the pancake, smiling. This girl really pushes my buttons.

"Now eat from your own plate Alicia. I will not want you to finish mine while yours stares at you in the face."

I chuckle and pick up my fork.

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Sarah's car finally pulls up at the entrance of the school building. I get out of the car and slam the door shut.

"Have a nice day Alicia."

"Have a nice day too Sarah."

I wave at her, and she responds with a light smile. I turn to start heading to the school building, but guilt has me turning back to face her.

Guilt of my outburst to her this morning.

"Sarah. I am really sorry for the way I sounded this morning. I was—"

"I understand Alicia. Now don't worry about that. Head straight to class."

I chuckle at her bossy tone and wave at her again before turning to head to the school building. I hear her car zoom off, and I sigh in relief.

Just as I try to climb the stairs before me, someone bumps into my back, and I stumble, falling to the ground.