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The Mafia And His Stalker Chapter Twenty Six
Zara HowardOnce Xena leaves, I head back to my room. I plonk onto the bed with my face flat on the mattress. Xena's words loom over my mind. 'I had no idea orgasms could hit so hard. The rough intensity. The grabbing and groping. The pleasurable pain.'I groan into the pillow as her words keep chanting in my brain. I feel the pressure building up in the pit of my stomach as I feel every ounce of self-control crumbles into bits.Sure, I have always admired Asher, his handsome face, his taunting smirk, his deep dimples, his husky voice, and his forest green eyes always gleaming with mischief.But it has taken every fibre of my being to not think of Asher too sexually. To not think of him while I touch myself. To not think of him when I read smutty romance books even if that meant I had to picture a faceless blob throughout the story. Because deep down, I know once I give in, I won't be able to stop. Asher can already see right through me. I can only imagine my plight if I let my filt
The Mafia And His Stalker Chapter Twenty Seven
Zara HowardThere is nothing better than sneaking into the kitchen for some midnight ice cream. These are times I absolutely love the Lancaster household. They have everything and honestly, the best of everything at their disposal. I tiptoe out of my room towards the kitchen. I scoop out some ice cream for myself while I tried to remain as quiet as possible, considering it is almost 2 AM. Just when I turn around to head back to my room, I am startled by a very tired-looking Asher sitting at the counter, sipping on his signature whiskey. "Jeez, you scared me!" I whisper-scream as I place a hand on my heart. Asher just responded with a brief nod as he took another sip of his whiskey.I jump up a little and settle on the kitchen counter, with my legs lightly dangling. Everything in his house makes me feel like a dwarf. Considering how towering the Lancaster men are, most of the furniture is taller than usual. Asher continues to sit there in silence, twirling the ice in his glass, pro
The Mafia And His Stalker Chapter Twenty Eight
Zara HowardAfter everything Asher told me last night, I'm left with a very hollow feeling in the pit of my stomach. As much as I appreciate him telling me the truth about the whole situation, I really don't know what to feel anymore. Knowing the real reason behind the whole arranged marriage arrangement and how it isn't some stupid boyish stubbornness makes my soft spot for him only grow further. I know how practical and realistic Asher is about a few things so I don't think anything is changing his mind about the marriage situation.But I can't help but let my mind linger back to all the times Asher has shown he cares, more than any man in my life ever did. There is never a question about whether or not he'll look out for me. He always does. Whether it was providing for my family after my stepfather was gone, whether it was taking care of our safety. He is letting me stay under his roof without expecting anything, for fuck's sake.I don't really know how that soft spot I have for
The Mafia And His Stalker Chapter Twenty Nine
Zara Howard“Excuse me? I can do whatever the hell I want.” I clear my throat before looking straight into his eyes and challenging him. I guess I might be a little overconfident because Hector and Carter are in the next room and knowing Asher, he won’t try anything in their presence.“Sweetheart, I have got a lot of work to do, just go back to your room or go take a swim in the pool to entertain yourself but you cannot go to meet ‘this friend’.” He says the last words spitefully making me scrunch my eyebrows together.What is his problem?“I don’t understand. Everything was completely fine till the time I mentioned Caleb. You didn’t mind me going out if Hector accompanies me. But suddenly out of nowhere, you say no? And you expect me to listen. I don’t care what you think Mr Lancaster. This is a free country and I, Zara Howard, pledge-“ I start my moving speech but am rudely interrupted by Asher with his signature bored look.“I don’t owe you an explanation. My job is to keep you saf
The Mafia And His Stalker Chapter Thirty
Zara Howard"So, what's going on with you?" I ask, rolling my eyes as Scarlett giggles on the phone yet again. I had a feeling something romantic or sexual was happening between her and Xander. But with everything going on in my own life, I couldn't bring myself to be happy for her. Romance, in general, seemed annoying now.Sighing, I try to muster a genuine smile for Scarlett's happiness. "I'm genuinely glad things are going well for you, Scarlett," I say, my voice tinged with a mix of envy and frustration. "But honestly, romance and 'happily ever after' just seem like a big headache lately."As I glance at my cluttered desk, scattered with unfinished projects and unanswered emails, a wave of exhaustion washes over me. Life has been throwing curveballs at me left and right, and nothing seems to be going my way. The man I love is engaged to be married, and I'm forced to live in his house.Scarlett's laughter floats through the phone, a stark contrast to the heaviness in my heart. "I g
The Mafia And His Stalker Chapter Thirty One
Zara Howard"No, absolutely not, Mom. You can't talk to Zara alone. There is no need," Asher states sternly, his voice filled with a mix of protectiveness and frustration. However, his mother ignores him, determined to have a private conversation with me. She links her arm with mine and starts leading me to the kitchen, where Mrs. Costanza, our housekeeper, is waiting."You were right. He was in her room," Sienna tells Mrs. Costanza, her voice carrying a hint of disapproval. Mrs. Costanza, on the other hand, flashes Asher a knowing look, as if she had suspected something all along."Of course, where would they be? They think I am old, so they believe I don't know what's going on with them," Mrs. Costanza remarks, her tone implying a mixture of amusement and understanding.As we enter the kitchen, I feel a sense of unease, surrounded by these two strong-willed women who seem to have insight into the complicated dynamics between Asher and me. I brace myself for the conversation that is
The Mafia And His Stalker Chapter Thirty Two
Asher Lancaster I find myself captivated by Zara's presence, yet she refuses to meet my gaze, her eyes fixated on the ground as if it holds the secrets to the universe. I start to speak, intending to address the issue with my mother, but she dismisses me with a wave of her hand, accompanied by a light-hearted laughter that barely masks the underlying sadness."I've become quite familiar with overbearing mothers," she quips, her tone carrying a hint of self-awareness. "No need to worry, Asher. I may have a reputation for having my head in the clouds, but I'm not delusional enough to believe that we could ever end up together." Her words are tinged with a mixture of humor and sadness, a facade she puts up to shield her unhappiness. Despite her playful demeanor, I can see the longing in her eyes.Previously, I brushed off Zara's crush on me as a typical schoolgirl infatuation, something that shouldn't be taken too seriously. However, as we've spent more time together, I've come to reali
The Mafia And His Stalker Chapter Thirty Three
Zara Howard I stood outside Asher’s door, my knuckles poised to knock, clutching a small bag of essentials in my hand. My heart thudded against my chest, anticipation and nervousness intertwining within me. The prospect of sharing a bed with Asher ignited a mixture of excitement and apprehension, making my cheeks flush with a warm blush.As I approached his door, a dim light spilled out from his office, indicating that he might be occupied with work. I hesitated, contemplating whether I should interrupt him or wait for a more opportune moment. However, the weariness tugged at my eyelids, reminding me of the long day that had preceded this moment. Deciding that rest was a priority, I let go of my initial reservations and stepped into the familiar room that held memories of our first physical encounter, causing a mixture of emotions to surge through me.My eyes were immediately drawn to a file sitting on the desk, prominently labeled “Zara Howard.” My curiosity piqued instantly. It was
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