MALIAMy heart banged relentlessly in absolute fright. Brenda and Jenny are seriously blocking my way and glaring at me. Brenda is the one glaring at me. But Jenny? She doesn't have a pleasant look either. Oh God. This is the one reason why I can't stay in these quarters. Brenda and Jenny hate me. My heart can't stop beating very fast. What are they really going to do to me? "Malia, Malia," Brenda spoke up, scoffing. I felt cold shivers running down my spine. "Little new Malia. You are really a fucking little tramp." She said calmly. I arched my brows. "First it was Eli." She continued. My heart pounded faster. "Now, it is Ivan?" I shook my head slightly. My eyes moved to Jenny. She is still looking at me with that unpleasant look on her face. Brenda scoffed, making me look at her. "You are such a slut." She snarled. "I didn't do anything." I defended. "Shut your mouth, filthy bitch." Jenny cursed, surprising me to the core.I let out a breathless scoff, feeling tears
"Eli," I called, looking at him with emotions. "What did you just call him?" My heart dropped at the familiar female voice. It was Brenda. I looked at her. She is the maid Eli has his hand around on her shoulders. I was too focused on him that I didn't notice her. Oh no. She glared at me angrily. "I...i mean, sir. You are back." I corrected myself while looking between him and Brenda. "How....how are you?" I asked nervously. "Help me to my room." He said, slowly withdrawing his hand from Brenda's shoulders. I arched my brows. "Wha..." He reached for me before I could complete my statement. I quickly moved closer to him so he wouldn't loose his balance and fall. He placed his hand comfortably on my shoulders and I wrapped my hand around his waist. "Thank you, Brenda. Malia will take it up from here." Eli said without looking at her as we walked. I felt burning eyes on my back as we walked towards his room door. It felt like daggers are being thrown at
MALIAI gulped a little at the sight of Angela, standing in front of me. She is looking at me with that familiar displeasure and disdain. More like jealousy. "Good...good day, ma'am." I stuttered, dropping my gaze. She didn't respond but walked into the room and walked further in. I internally thanked the heavens for making her not to react as usual for being in her fiance's room. I headed out and closed the door behind me. Sighing, I walked along the hallway, heading towards the stairs. I descended the stairs and headed towards the kitchen to get his bottle of wine.I found some maids there. They all looked at me the minute I entered. "Um....where can I get the boss' wine?" I asked. I got no response. I heaved a little sigh. "Which of the bosses?" One of the maids with red hair asked. "Eli," i answered. "Over there," she said, pointing at a refrigerator. I nodded. "Thank you," I said, walking towards the refrigerator. I opened it and I saw a lot of wine. Oh geez. Whic
ELIA FEW MINUTES AGO,I opened my door calmly and I saw someone in a flower designed dress, walking towards the stairs. I arched my brows, wandering who it was at this time. Her back view was hard to comprehend who it was. She has brunet hair packed in a pony and she doesn't walk like the women around here. Malia came to my mind. It must be her. I think she is heading back to the quarters. Anita doesn't walk or wear dresses like that. And she has black hair. Angela is right in my room sound asleep. Despite all my refusal, she still decided to sleepover. She is a fucking brat. My wedding is in a few days. Thanks to my dad and his hunger for more power. I want the power too but she is a fucking pain in the ass. I can't stand her. I am seriously going to put up with her annoying acts for the rest of my life. This is becoming annoying. It is more annoying because our wedding is getting close. This is fucked up.I felt a little pain on my bandaged shoulder.I groaned slightly.
MALIAJulio and Angela are still kissing at the corner of the hallway. They pulled away from each other the minute they noticed my presence. Angela looked away and Julio ran his fingers through his hair. He pointed me and opened his mouth to speak."Don't you...." "Malia," Eli's voice interrupted, making Julio pull back and he held Angela closer as I looked at Eli. He is shirtless, still has bandages around his shoulder and he is standing at his door. "Yes, sir." I answered, still standing at my spot. "What are you looking at?" He asked. I looked at the corner where Julio and Angela are. They are both glaring at me. They are literally daring me to speak. "Malia," Eli called again. "Nothing, sir." I lied, looking at him. "Does it still hurt?" He asked. I arched my brows a bit."What hurts?" I heard Angela whisper. "Does your cheek still hurt?" Eli asked again."N...no sir." I answered. "I need help with the sheets." He said. "Um sir I am not.." "Now, please " he ordered, w
ELIIt is 7:30 pm, and I am currently in the dining hall with my family, having dinner. I can't stop thinking about Malia. At first, it was the feeling of protection within me when it comes to her. I can't stand to see her getting hurt. But right now, I don't know what I am feeling right now. It is totally different from the protective instincts. It feels like something more. I couldn't stop looking at her. My hand ached to touch her. But she was tensed all through. She was restless before me. Don't get me started with the way she moved away from me. I felt awful at that moment. I had to force myself to let her go. I relaxed on my seat as the maids moved around the table, serving us dinner. One of them is currently pouring my favorite red wine into my glass. I gave her a sign to stop and she did. I picked up the glass, bringing it to my lips and took a sip. Malia walked into the room with my niece and nephew. My heart moved at the sight of her. What is this?I watched as she w
CORA Slowly Steady And Gently Just like the way I practiced... My bare chest is going up and down. My breathing is picking up, letting out little moans as I ride on that which is under and inside me. I can't say I am feeling pleasure but pain. But I have no choice. I have to please him. That's my ultimate aim. He likes it this way. He calls it cowgirl. I don't understand the cow in it but that's what he calls it. He loves the position. I keep riding even though I am finding it hard to do it well and holding down my tears. He will hit me if I shed a tear for nothing serious. But this is serious. I don't feel good doing this. But I am actually pretending. I don't want to upset him. "Get off me" he spoke up I furrow my brows "wha...' "Get off me damnit!" He yelled making me flinch as i quickly get my naked body off him. He stand on his feet sighing. I watched him confusedly as he put on his trousers and shirt. "wh...where are you going?" I stuttered "G
"Sky we need to cook" I said as I put on my dress.Sky's face lighten up the minute he heard me say cook. He loves cooking.So do I.Cooking is my hobby. I love love doing it!I use to spend all my time in the kitchen back then at the orphanage. Our cook there, Mrs Mariagoretti would always call me to help her and I will be so happy to. She taught me how to cook a lot of dishes, including dessert and some pastries.Cooking became my passion. It has been my dream to own a restaurant but Hunter said it's a lame dream. He said everyone can cook. No one waste their money to buy food these days. They cook their own food.I think he is right. No one wants to waste their money to buy what they can actually make by themselves.Oh well, so far as Hunter loves my food, nothing else matters.Getting on my feet, I arrange the bed properly. Sky helped me with the other side of the bed.He is such an amazing dog. Hunter got him for me when I turned eighteen. I named him Sky because his fur is blue