"So, what is your plan?" Asked Owen as they prepared their breakfast together.
Apparently, Owen agreed to feed her. So they walked down the stairs to his kitchen together. Owen was standing in front of his gas stove preparing fried eggs and bacon while Izzy volunteered to toast the sliced bread and set the table."How do you like your coffee?" Izzy asked instead of answering his question. Not that she was avoiding doing so, it just happened that Owen blurted his query almost the same time Izzy was going to ask about his coffee preferences. "Black and strong," Owen said mindlessly. "I didn't ask about your looks," Izzy sassed. "I can see you are a giant bar of dark chocolate and sturdy without a doubt. I was going to make you a cup of coffee, but I changed my mind." Just like she said, Izzy removed her hands from what she was about to do. Owen was dazed momentarily. He frowned with his mouth gaping. His left upper lip twitched in annoyIzzy did not move away from the table even when she made the call."Hello, Uncle Kinsley," Izzy greeted while masticating on the food in her mouth, yet with elegance. No sound of her eating would be heard. In Owen's opinion, Izzy's bites on her food weren't even a bite. To Owen, Izzy was nibbling with how she took small bites on of her toast. She chewed on her food with finesse, refined manner as if it was too natural in her behavior. And she would take a sip on her coffee only when she had swallowed every bit of food she was chewing; also small sips, while listening to the phone ringing on the other end until it was answered and she greeted with calmness."I am being followed, and I am staying somewhere else for safety," Izzy stated. Then she listened again.Owen's interest was piqued at how this teenage girl was responding to her situation. She just said she was being followed, but there wasn't any hint of panic or worry in her tone. It was as if she was
"Correction, please, I said more or less," Izzy argued."Uhu, okay. Wait, what?" Owen asked again as he realized the words. "So it means I have to prepare myself of you staying more than five days, but I am telling you I will send you out on the seventh day. Are we clear?"Izzy scoffed as she agreed."You're so mean with how you make me feel fear of being sent away. I hope I don't stay even for five days," she sassed back.Owen chuckled. She said she is intimidated, but her reaction is far from it, in his eyes. Who sneers when frightened and admits it that way?"So why five then?" He asked again."To make sure everything is ready before I show up. I also need to think and plan my every move to clear my dad's name and find out who actually murdered my dad," Izzy answered. "I have my doubts of who, but I need proofs, solid proofs."Owen was not sure of what to do. He cannot leave her alone in his home. She is a teenage girl who ran
Izzy went to work with Owen just like he suggested. They got Izzy the size of her clothes, and with how attentive and diligent Izzy was to her assigned work to do, she got the hang of doing things Owen does. They were also able to check the neighborhood for the people who were after Izzy. She spotted the same man she saw tailing her a few times before. As they worked, they got to spend more time together. In the truck, on their meals, breaks, and even while doing their jobs, the two got the chance to share jokes and small conversations until Izzy mentioned her dad being dead after being framed for having contrabands in his properties."What happened?" Asked Owen indifferently. He was too eager to hear more details as Izzy's story seemed to sound so familiar with a case he was working on. But he did not make himself appear so interested in the topic."I believe my dad is innocent. It must have been his cousin Reynard Mayer behind all this. I just have to provide
"You go ahead. I still have some things to do," Owen replied without giving Izzy a look when she asked if she could go to sleep after tidying things up in the kitchen."Alright," Izzy said with a yawn. "Good night then!"Izzy turned her back on Owen and started to walk towards the bedroom.Owen was still in a virtual meeting with his team on his laptop with an ear pod when Izzy came to say good night. He deliberately positioned himself facing the kitchen area to make sure he would see Izzy if she ever came close to Owen. He was not supposed to let the girl know what he was doing.Izzy went to the bedroom with nothing in her mind but to sleep. She was yawning non-stop before she arrived in the room, but after doing her before bed rituals, her sleepiness seemed to have taken a break. She was feeling uneasy."Damn it!" Izzy groaned.She needed to open her phone to check on something on it, but she had to be careful not to get into h
Izzy felt relieved when she saw Owen walking out of the room, knowing he won’t be back too soon. She quickly connected her wireless AirPods to enjoy the sounds of what she was feeling the dire need to do right now. She turned off the center light of the room and turned on the wall lamp. Then she secured her spot on the bed according to her comfortability.She was in a hurry to do what she was about to do.“I hope he would do as he said,” Izzy murmured while giving the closed door a glance. “I have to be quick!”Izzy turned on the search engine on the phone and typed in a website address.“Yes!” she exclaimed when she found what she was looking for.A porn website. She was feeling so horny.One of the crazy signs of her monthly Aunt Flow’s visit is approaching. And one of the reasons she indulged herself in breaking her seal of womanhood. But the biggest reason she did so was that she felt Debra
Owen finished his meeting with his team only after less than an hour, but as he told Izzy he would be in bed for more than an hour or two, he did not hurry his way back to bed. He checked all doors and windows were locked and decided to have a few shots of whiskey to numb himself to sleep. Had Izzy not asked to sleep in the same room as she was scared someone might cross the window from her room to Owen’s, Owen would rather sleep on the sofa because the other rooms did not have beds. He was temporarily living in this house. There was no need to fill every room with a bed, so Owen did not bother. His work assignment might send him to another place anytime. Some of his things aren’t even unpacked yet. He can leave anytime his superiors would give the order.But his couch is big and comfortable enough to sleep on. But considering the girl’s request, Owen was thinking of heading back to his bedroom half an hour later. So he poured a glass of whiskey, turned
The drunken mind Owen won over his rational and decent mind. He was only able to hold himself back from touching the youthful redhead, a tiny teenage girl in his bed, but he could no longer hold his hands not to touch himself while gazing at the sleeping beauty.“Ugh…” he groaned in pleasure as his rounded palm wrapped his cockhead, caressing it softly.He still had the airpod in his left ear so he could hear the moans and sounds of pleasure made by the couple on the video, but his dirty mind was playing a different image.“Ffffuck…” Owen grunted as his hand rub started to tighten. The sounds he could hear over the airpod were sending him over the moon with extreme lust that his shaft was so hard, even to his own sense of touch. His eyes closed in euphoria.“Make me cum, please, please,” Owen heard the girl in the video pleading in a raspy voice.Having his eyes closed heightened
"Are you sure about this?" Owen asked with obvious hesitations."I guess you only have to worry about one thing…" Izzy pouted as she started to touch her body. One hand on her crotch, just cupping her pussy, while the other hand slipped inside Owen's shirt she was wearing and gently squeezed her perfectly perky, rounded breasts. Owen could not see her hands directly, but he could tell even under the cloth of the shirt she was wearing that Izzy was caressing her chest mounds, one after the other."What?" Owen asked as she seemed to have stopped talking. His gaze went up to her face. He was surprised to see her staring keenly, watching his every move in front of her. But her hands continued doing what they were doing."Your mission is to satisfy me because I am pretty sure that would be the only reason I will sue you by saying you raped me," Izzy stated sternly. "The last time I had sex was a frustrating fuck, but I did not mind because I got my goal