Zheme sat on the couch in his office, sandwiched between Lexie's brothers. They were more annoying than Lexie herself and quite bold with their inquisition. He couldn't believe Lexie was cruel enough to leave him with them, even if she was at the other side of the room with her parents. They were killing him...killing him with questions.
"How old are you again?"
Zheme glared over at Casper, the youngest of the three. "I'm twenty thre—"
"We don't care about his age Casper, what we want to know is how he managed to take Lexie away from Mark."
Andrew... Zheme now knew him to be the biggest idiot of the three despite his age. "Again, that is none of your business."
Andrew swung an arm over Zheme's shoulder, pulling him close enough to whisper. "Come on, Lexie was head over heels for Mark and then she so suddenly left him for you?" Andrew shook his head in disbelief. "What d
It was official, Lexie was going to hell. She lied to her parents twice in just one day and what's worst, she didn't feel bad about it. She lied about Mark, well technically, it wasn't a lie, Mark truly didn't want her. But then she went ahead and lied about loving Zheme or was that really a lie? She wasn't sure, but from the start, she only lied to benefit him. If she had told the truth, then Zheme would be in deep trouble and in order to dig him out of that trouble, she lied for him. What an idiot she was, what a damn fool! She lied for him and now the bastard sat behind his desk doing work, while she sat by the couch bored. She was beginning to lament lying for him, because up until now, he hadn't even looked up to know if she was alive or dead. If she could, she'd take off a foot of her heels and fling it at his co
The kiss started out slow, Zheme's lips moving against Lexie's with a caution Lexie seem to despise. She wanted him now, not just his attention, but now, she wanted to drown in the wilderness of his touch. She wanted to live on cloud nine, get high on his passion as if it was a drug, but this slow and patient kiss wasn't enough to make that happen. She wanted something more dangerous, something more than just intimate, she wanted.... In aid of her desire, Lexie deepened the kiss, lips moving fiercely against Zheme's, forcing him to keep up. Her arms encased him, pulling him closer to get the comfort his warmth always provided, but still it wasn't enough, she wanted to be naked, she wanted him naked, she wanted their bodies together, connected as one...she just...she just wanted him. She could feel it in her core, the heat, the desperation that only his touch could diminish, execute and bury, she could feel it
Lexie laid breathless on her back as Zheme pivoted his hips, c*ck still buried deep inside of her, so deep that Lexie could've sworn it touched her heart. Right now, she was in a world of pure bliss, a world of pleasure that had her legs shaking in anticipation of her release and her lips trembling in aid of holding back her needy moans. She was seeing pretty butterflies, some green, green grass and her world of pleasure would be incomplete if colourful and vibrant flowers weren't buried into the fruitfulness of the earth. Zheme was the only man who had ever and who could ever take her to such a place, just one touch and she was gone into a world that only existed when he was around, one touch and his name was all she could pronounce. She didn't know how he did it, but he brought her pride low enough to have her frequently begging him for something she could never get tired of, somethin
Zheme pushed the door open after twisting the knob, his hand moving forward to gesture Lexie inside. With a curt nod, she conceded to his silent command, steps taking her inside the house she had previously called a prison cell. They had not much long ago left the office and though the drive here was awfully quiet, it was comfortable. Lexie had watched Zheme through a half of it, the way his hand tightly gripped the steering wheel, the ways his eyes would squint at each and every stoplight and the way he'd glare over at the noisy drivers who wouldn't stop honking their cars. It was cute, the difference between the glare he'd issue to her and the one he gave to them. It was a lot more lethal and even though it wasn't directed at her, Lexie still felt intimidated. He had looked at her like that once too, on the first night she came here, he had looked at her with a deadliness that made Lexie th
Now thirteen, Zheme stood in the dungeons, feet and hands chained and the only emotion known to him was fear. He knew what was going to happen, he knew from the very moment he stood before his mother, blocking her from his father. His mother had begged him not to, she had said that if he defended her again then he'd be the one receiving pain in her stead, but Zheme cared not, for now he knew his father had lied, she wasn't happy, instead she was in a deep state of agony. He could hear the pain in her screams, could see it in her eyes and furthermore, how could pain make someone happy? He wasn't stupid, at seven he probably was, but now he knew better, her tears weren't another means of smiling, they signified her fear, her pain and her sadness, they represented her suffering and a suffering she certainly didn't deserve. She was a benevolent woman, she looked out for him, cried for him, showed
Out of her sleep and into a world of pure consciousness Zheme shook her, watching with amusement as her eyes fluttered open to glare at him. "What?" "It's 5:00.p.m" Zheme responded. Lexie rolled her eyes, grabbing a pillow and throwing it over her head. She was tired of him, this was the third time he woke her up for nothing in particular and the next time he did it, she was going to slam his head in a wall. Sighing, she adjusted the pillow over her head and muffled out. "I swear to god Zheme, if you wake me up one more time, I'm fighting you." Zheme frowned at that, pulling the pillow from her over head and deliberately throwing it on the floor. "You can't fight me and this time, I woke you up for a reason." Now that the pillow was out of the picture, Lexie glared daggers at him, eyes so narrowed that Zheme had to wonder if he was now standing on her last nerve.
Lexie stepped out of the bathroom, a towel hanging over her neck and the loose pyjama she had recently found, covering almost her entire body, hiding it from Zheme's watchful eyes that peek at her from the bed. "I'm done." She announced, walking further inside. Nodding, Zheme eased off the bed to stand firmly on his feet, hands traveling down to abide in his pockets. "I really don't want to shower today." Lexie shrugged, plopping down on the bed. "You don't have to, I mean, dirty you+dirty dungeon= germs and at the same time, clean you+dirty dungeon= germs too." Zheme turned to glare at her, eyes summing her up as if she was a math test. "Dungeon? What dungeon?" "The same dungeon you promised to sleep in tonight." Zheme tilted his head, eyes squinting as he feigned confusion. "Me...?" He asked, stretching the word as if he was a child. "When
"Why are we fixing the door again?" Zheme glared over at Lexie for the seventh time, she had been asking him the same question since the technicians came and lord knows he wanted to bang her head in a wall. "Stop talking to me." "No." Lexie countered, frail arms that Zheme wanted to just break folding with confidence across her chest. "Just tell me, pleaseeeeeee." Sighing in misery, frustration and annoyance, Zheme decided to fess, maybe then she'd actually shut her radio mouth. "Because it's old fashioned and its not openable from the inside." "So?" 'Another stupid question.' Sighing again, Zheme pivoted on his feet, walking in the opposite direction. "Leave me alone." Grinning, Lexie tied her hair in a bun, feet skipping behind Zheme's. "Please, I just want to know." "Well you want to kno