Zella broke the kiss and looked into Kenneth's eyes with a cold stare.
"You want more?" Zella raised one eyebrow as if she was belittling Kenneth. "Of course!" "Then your wish, I won't be able to fulfill." Zella moved away and sprayed water at Kenneth. Zella dived into the water; initially, she just wanted to play a prank on Kenneth by pretending to drown. Who would have thought that her legs would cramp up? I don't know if it's just her and Audrey who sometimes get cramps when swimming. "Hold on... Hold on, aren't you used to holding your breath in the water?" Zella kept thinking to herself; she kept pressing her ankles, trying to hold her breath longer in the water. "Zella! You do not easily fool me." Kenneth was still at the edge of the pool, waiting for Zella, who was still in the water. There was no sign that the woman would surface. Kenneth immediately dived and swam to find Zella at the bottom of the pool; her eyes closed with no movement. Kenneth immediately approached and patted Zella's cheek before pulling the body up to the surface. "Zella... Hey, open your eyes! What's wrong with you." Kenneth panicked and patted Zella's cheek before finally opening Zella's lips. Kenneth gave Zella artificial breath repeatedly until Zella finally woke up coughing. A lot of water entered her respiratory cavity, making Zella repeatedly spit out water from her mouth. She looked into the eyes of Kenneth, who was still staring at her with a worried look. "What's wrong with you!" Kenneth immediately snapped at Zella in a high tone. "I don't know!" Zella immediately got up from her lying position. Zella sat staring at Kenneth, who was only a few centimeters away from her face. They both threw death glares at each other. Before, Zella finally gave up and looked the other way. "My leg is cramping. I'm serious," Zella said, looking back at Kenneth, who still looked worried about her. Either this was just Zella's feelings, or she was too carried away. "Why didn't you scream!" Zella heard Kenneth's yell again. She was so annoyed that, without warning, Zella pushed Kenneth into the pool. Zella stared at Kenneth, who reappeared on the surface with a gasp. Zella smiled a smirk. She loved Kenneth's tortured face, which had satisfied her tonight. "You already know the reason! Why didn't I scream, Mr. Kenneth?" Zella squatted down to match her height with Kenneth, who was still in the pool. Zella's hand caressed Kenneth's face with her delicate fingers. Cupping Kenneth's chin, she gazed into those eyes for a few seconds before giving Kenneth a peck on the lips. "This might be the last time. You can touch and taste my lips," Zella said, releasing Kenneth's chin. "Why?" Kenneth rose to the surface and pulled Zella's hand, which was already walking towards her clothes. "Because I'm not yours! I like Mikequel Cristopher and not you, Kenneth Cristopher!" Zella threw Kenneth's hand off her wrist. Kenneth fell silent and only looked at Zella's back. The name he had just heard from the lips of the woman in front of him was for the first time in Kenneth's life. He hated Mike; this time, his hatred was not just the tip of a fingernail. It was like there was an urge inside him that made Kenneth want to eliminate Mike from Zella's life. "What did Mike do to make you like him?" Kenneth asked Zella again. Zella finished putting her clothes back on and turned to look at Kenneth. She had thought this through; Zella was aiming to make Kenneth hate her. At least Zella is more focused on Mike alone; Zella does not want to use Kenneth as her weapon. "You don't need to know about it... I'll see you tomorrow; I have to go back to my house soon." Zella turned her body around and left without listening to Kenneth anymore. ***** Meanwhile, Mike was watching his favorite cartoon. A yellow cartoon that lives at the bottom of the sea is Mike's favorite cartoon. Even though it has been played hundreds of times in the theater room, the yellow sponge still makes Mike smile widely. "It's going to die soon," Mike muttered, still focusing on his cards. Suddenly, the door to the private theater opened. Without needing to turn around, Mike already knew who was coming; the smell of perfume was so strong on Mike's sensitive sense of smell. "Why did you come here?" Mike immediately opened his voice because he didn't like his happiness being disturbed by others. "What's wrong with that? I also want to watch stupid cartoons that are appropriate for 5-year-olds, not 27-year-olds." Kenneth laughed at the behavior of Mike, Zella's crush. "Are you insulting me?" Mike stared at Kenneth with a sharp gaze. "Are you feeling it? You've grown up, Mike; I thought you were just a spoiled brat who couldn't solve your problems." Kenneth again overrode Mike's reply, his hand now holding a glass of champagne that was just right to give a slight burning sensation to his throat. "You still can't accept that Zella is mine?" Mike could immediately guess why Kenneth's mood had changed considerably since last night. "Is she the 27th girl you're going to sacrifice?" Kenneth immediately shot Mike with a to-the-point question. "Yeah, she's the 27th girl... Why?" "She's not a virgin anymore... So why would you kill her." Kenneth again answered Mike's words so that the man would release Zella for him. "What does it matter if she's a virgin or not? I won't mind as long as she becomes mine and gives herself up for me." Mike snapped his fingers to make the sensor lights come back on and clarify between him and his brother Kenneth. "Just give her to me; I'll find you the 27th best girl." Kenneth was still trying to make an offer. "What for? I don't want another one! I'm interested in that maid named Zella." Mike moistened the surface of his lips with his saliva. He stood up from his seat and walked towards the exit of the theater. At this point, Mike already knew how he could set Kenneth's temper on fire. **** Zella brought a tray containing dinner. This time, young master Mike wanted to eat in his room; Zella didn't know why Mike didn't want to eat at the dining table. Even though the dining table was not filled with anyone until this afternoon, Zella still couldn't find Kenneth's face anywhere - the incident last night when her drowned in the hotel swimming pool came back to Zella's mind. Zella raised one hand to knock on the door repeatedly until Mike's face appeared as he opened the door for her. "Your lunch, sir." Zella showed him the tray in her hand. "Come in!" Mike pulled Zella's hand to enter his room. Zella just followed Mike's lead. Her eyes looked around Mike's room; red and black dominated Mike's room. This was very strange for Zella; she was very curious to see more of Mike's room. Strange objects were seen on the table, and photos of beautiful women were scattered around the table. "You're the first person I let into my room," Mike spoke behind Zella's body, his nose inhaling the perfume that Mike was addicted to. "Your room is nice; I like it." Zella deliberately complimented her as she placed the food on the table. Zella turned her body to face Mike. Her eyes looked deeply into Mike's eyes, who were currently only a few centimeters away from her; Zella smiled a smirk. "My room is weird, but you said you liked it?" Mike repeated Zella's words, which made him want to laugh. "Yeah! I love this room of yours... It's so full of art," Zella said, looking around Mike's room, her feet stepping forward deliberately closer to Mike's body. "My body is full of art, too. Do you want to see it?" Mike raised one eyebrow to look at Zella. "Show me." Zella moved her body away and saw Mike take off the black t-shirt on his body. Zella saw a rather large, blister-like scar under Mike's left rib. Mike also had a flower and butterfly tattoo under his right rib cage. He also likes a tribal tattoo on his chest. Zella's hand touched Mike's scar, and she was curious about the scar, which was quite large and left a mark. "What happened?" Zella looked into Mike's eyes. "Who let you touch my body?" Mike held Zella's hand still on his ribs. "What's wrong with touching mine!" Zella suppressed a word, a sign of ownership that Mike currently belonged to her. "Since when am I yours?" "Since yesterday... Didn't you tell me that yourself?" Zella showed her innocent face; she remembered that some of Mike's victims looked like innocent women who were easy to lie to. "You're so innocent; I like innocent women who are a bit naughty." Mike caressed Zella's face; everything on Zella's body was just right. Zella's face, body, breasts, and even her buttocks were just right in Mike's eyes. "I like wild men like you, too," said Zella, who replied casually to Mike's words. "I'm not hungry right now... How about I change my meal." Mike pulled Zella's waist to make her body closer to his. "Replace it with my body? Is that what you mean?" said Zella, who placed her hands on Mike's shoulders. "You're so smart, baby..." Mike sniffed the recesses of Zella's neck, planting small kisses along the recesses. "Arghhhh...yes baby." Zella was forced to make a disgusting sound to get the action going. "What perfume are you using? I'm addicted to smelling it all the time." Mike's hands continued to caress Zella's back, descending slowly to Zella's ass giving it a slight squeeze. "That's a secret." Zella didn't respond to Mike's hand, nor did she reply to Mike with a small squeeze of he hair.3 years later. "Luis. Have you studied all the files?" someone asked, adjusting the glasses that framed his face. "I have Mr. Christopher," Luis replied steadily with a nodding head. "Good Luis. You'll be in charge for the next few months," said Kenneth taking off his glasses and placing them in a box and storing them in a drawer. Kenneth stood up from his desk chair and went into the room. Within minutes, the cold face reappeared in a different suit. No longer in a shirt suit, and also that boring expensive suit. Kenneth appeared wearing jeans and a leather jacket complete with sunglasses. "How do I look?" asked Kenneth, putting one hand into the pocket of his leather jacket. Staring at Luis with a haughty face with his sunglasses slightly lowered, Kenneth's appearance looked perfect having dyed his hair jet black. "Mr---" Luis' words were cut off as Kenneth raised five fingers to stop him. "No Luis. Don't say I'm not fit to look like this, 33 years old is the time to
Logan looked from the balcony. Angel looked very happy talking to the man named Prince, they chatted in the garden sitting side by side with two mugs with steam still rising. Logan continued to stare. He felt his presence was no longer needed, but leaving like a coward was not Logan's nature. There was no way he would lose before the war even started. A small pat on his shoulder suddenly made Logan aim from the corner of his eye, Asher appeared and stood right beside him. The man's eyes also stared straight at Angel, Logan was very sure that after this Asher would laugh at him. Asher chuckled, tilting his head slightly to the side. Looking at Logan's face, Asher was completely sure that the arrogant man beside him was currently burning with jealousy. "Are you jealous of Prince? That man is handsome, rich and my parents definitely know his parents better. Did you know that Angel and Prince were once matched." Logan's head also tilted. He stared at Asher's face seriously, hearing mor
The sound of a knock on the door was heard, then paused for a moment and knocked again. Kenneth, who was still finishing some company work in his private room, looked up slightly and glanced at the clock that showed 11 pm. Was it his wife who came? But usually Zella would come straight in accompanied by a loving call to him. So who would come to see him at night like this?"Come in." Kenneth invited someone who was outside to come in.His daughter appeared with a slightly bent expression. Who knows what else was bothering his daughter, that she had to meet him at night which almost never happened."Daddy, are you busy? I want to talk a little," said Angel approaching her father's desk."Is this topic very important? To the point of disturbing your sleep time," replied Kenneth, leaning back slightly and opening the thin glasses that framed his face. He stared into his daughter's eyes, restless. The first thing that crossed Kenneth's mind. "Talk about what's bothering you," continued Ke
"Soon. Soon, Daddy will get it.""I'll be back soon. Be nice to him.""I assure you! I don't love him."Logan hung up the phone from his father. The old man always asked when he would get the island. What was wrong with the island? Why was his father so determined to get a small, remote island. Still standing in the backyard, Logan put his phone in his pocket. Pulling the lighter out of his pocket, Logan didn't smoke but he had a zippo lighter that he always carried everywhere.Ting..Ting Opening and closing repeatedly he did that with a straight gaze. Empty, Logan didn't know what was happening to him right now. Being in Christopher's family's residence for a few days taught him a lot. Not only violence, but also the warmth of a family that often crossed his mind. They did look cold and so strict in their upbringing but Logan could see all the siblings and Angel's parents were so supportive.But Logan didn't love their daughter. That's the fact!"Miss! Don't, it's too dangerous!"
"Miss, Mr. Greyson is injured.""What! How could that be!"Angel's body immediately jerked to her feet, her fingers pressing the glass table with anger. The maid was also shocked, bowing in fear. Angel lifted her dress a little and widened her steps leaving the pavilion, and headed to the main mansion.Angel's feelings were a mess right now. She had been trying not to care about Logan, the man was being tested by her two brothers. Angel didn't want to be there and watch, she didn't want to be seen siding with anyone.Her brown hair fluttered in the wind. The sound of her shoes could be heard loudly stepping on the marble floor, still with both hands tightly holding the dress she was wearing. Angel's goal at this time was only to see Logan's condition, arriving in front of a wooden door. Angel stopped her steps and was silent for a moment."What happened to me? Why do I care so much," Angel thought."Give it to me," said Angel taking the first aid kit brought by the maid.Angel opened
Logan woke up from his sleep. The knock on the door was loud, repeatedly without a break. He glanced at the clock on the wall, it was now four in the morning. Who is the crazy person who disturbs other people's sleep."You took so long to open the door."Logan's eyebrows furrowed as he saw Asher, Angel's oldest brother, who was wearing neat clothes. With riding boots, not forgetting the helmet in his right hand."What's wrong?" asked Logan who was also confused about what to call Asher. In terms of age, they were not much different."Get ready! Come with me to the horse race," replied Asher in a cold tone.Although he was a little shocked. But Logan would not refuse Asher's invitation, he would show the best he could do. Logan immediately changed his clothes into a polo shirt, also wearing the same boots as Asher."He looks so confident," thought Asher.Still with a cold gaze full of hatred, Asher couldn't sleep thinking about how to make this man back down and cancel his desire to ma