Novels by Precious

Ethan's Point Of View What the fuck is wrong with me? I hissed through gritted teeth as I stared at my reflection in the mirror. I hadn't gone in there to seduce Lexi. I had only gone there to scold her for hurting my daughter. Yet, I had gone in there to make a fool of myself. I should have left when I heard the shower running, indicating that she was in the bathroom, but I couldn't. It was as if my legs had lost their balance and I couldn't move. I'd wanted to see that succulent body once again. I wanted to touch it.One thing I've come to know about her is the fact that she never fails to leave the bathroom naked. I've been with her for three years to know such little details about her. She rarely leaves the bathroom with her towel draped around her body. And when I heard that she was in the bathroom, I knew she was gonna do the same thing. And boy, she didn't disappoint. I could vividly remember how my cock felt at the thought of her body, pressed against mine. It's safe to sa

Lexi's Point Of View “What's going on here?” A familiar voice sounded behind us and almost immediately, I pushed Ethan away from my body and I quickly picked up the curtain and wrapped it around my body. This time, Ethan didn't try to stop me. Why didn't I push him earlier this way? I guess the voice startled him too, therefore he became less alert. I took my eyes to stare at the woman standing at the door. She quickly got in and locked the door behind her. As much as I was relieved to see that the woman was none other than Grace, I was happy to know that it wasn't Julian. Oh my goodness! What would I have said to him? “Madame?” Grace called when she didn't hear any response from me. But I didn't answer. Instead I turned to face Ethan and the next minute, my palms came down on his face in a loud snap. “How dare you touch me, Ethan?” I hissed through gritted teeth. I expected him to snap at me for hitting him, but he didn't. Instead he just smirked. “Weren't you enjoying it

Lexi's Point Of View As soon as I got into the elevator, I paused to take a deep breath. Can the day get any better? First it was Margaret's daughter and now it was the punk. ‘What the hell was he doing out there?’ I asked no one in particular, but just then, I remembered that Julian was his father and he must have come to meet him. But either way, how dare he try to kiss me? My skin still burned from where he had touched me, but it wasn't from longing, buried so deep. No, it was from disgust. Many years ago, I always looked forward to his house. I always wanted to wrap my arms around him and I always wanted him to do the same, but now, all I felt was pure disgust when he touched me. I guess I'll have to take a bath again. By now, the elevator bell dinged, indicating that I'd gotten to my destination and I took a deep breath before walking out and making my way straight to the house, my new house. “Welcome back home, Madame.” The housekeeper, a forty two years old woman greeted

ETHAN'S POINT OF VIEW Fuck! The slap still burned my cheeks. I hadn't expected someone as soft as Lexi to have such strong hands, hands strong enough to make my cheeks hurt this much. I stood there, my fingers grazing my cheek where her palm had struck, the heat lingering like I've been branded with a branding iron. The echo of her threat—"I’ll cut your hands off"—played in my head on a loop, each syllable sharper than the last. I should’ve been furious. I should’ve fucking stormed after her, and demanded her to take the words back, and reminded her who the hell I was. But all I felt was... weakness. It was as if my legs had suddenly forgotten how to move, how to walk and all I did was stand there like a statue. The elevator doors had long since closed behind me, sealing me in this sterile hallway, the silence pressing in like a weight. All of a sudden— Brrrring. Brrrring. The shrill sound of my phone shattered the quiet. I didn’t move. I didn't even blink. Not wh

ETHAN'S POINT OF VIEW The elevator doors slid open with a gentle sound and I stepped out, my polished shoes clicking against the marble floor. The lobby was quiet as usual, but this time around I noticed that it was unusually quiet and the only sound was just the hum of distant air conditioning and the faint sound of the cars driving on the main road. My mind was still reeling from the anger I had felt in my father's suite some minutes ago. I had gone there to speak with him, to make him let go of Lexi, so I could win her back and have her to myself. Heck, I had even gone as far as telling him that she was a prostitute who had been fucked countless times by I and my friends, but trust me, that was a big fat lie because all the time that Lexi and I were together, we came to an agreement that we wouldn't have sex with each other until whenever we got married. That was her decision and boy, I was totally fine with it. I loved her enough to respect her body and her decision. We da

JULIAN’S POINT OF VIEW The night air was filled with the harsh scent of tobacco and the distant murmur and cars of the city below. I leaned back in my chair and watched the scenery with great interest, the familiar weight of a cigarette between my fingers. The balcony of my study had always been my refuge…. A place where my past, the heavy weight of my past don't suffocate me as much as my room did. It was a place where I can boldly let go of my problems without feeling guilty about it. All of a sudden, the door creaked open behind me, the sound echoing through the stillness, as it tore me away from my thoughts. I didn't need to go around to know who it was. I needed no soothsayer to point it out. Only one person would ever barge into my space without knocking. His presence had always been like a storm rolling in uninvited. My unfilial son! Somehow I had gotten used to his obnoxious behaviour. I just had to force myself. "Still poisoning yourself huh, old man?" His voi