Lavender:“You want to do what?” I couldn’t hold back my surprise and asked him, eyes wide open.“Huh?” He seemed so sleepy that he didn’t realize what he was saying. I stared at his face, watching him search for words. Did he walk into my room in his sleep?“I wanted to check on you. You don’t like the thunderstorm, you said earlier,” he mumbled sleepily as he pushed the door open.I bit the inside of my cheek when he walked into the room, scratching the back of his head.“Yeah,” I raised my brow, wondering what that meant.“Get in. I can cuddle with you. You won’t be afraid of the thunder anymore,” he pointed at the bed and yawned, and I swear my heart skipped a beat.“Cuddle—cuddle? Wouldn’t that be inappropriate?” I asked, forcing down a harsh gulp.“Yeah? Don’t tell me it’s a big deal. It’s just a cuddle—I’ll lie behind you so you can sleep peacefully,” he said in a grumpy, sleepy tone, yawning nonstop. The room was dark, with only the thunderbolts lighting it up from time to tim
Lavender:I didn't understand why he had to unclasp my bra, but he just did. I instantly hugged my bra cups from the front to avoid flashing him my boobs.He was sitting in the back, so I am sure I was fine. Or was I? The cold medicine hit my skin, but it was his fingers when he rubbed the medicine on my back that I started to feel a tingling sensation.I swear I could tell he was sitting too close. And then his hands made their way to the side, right under my arms and to my side boobs.I wanted to stop him, but the way he massaged my side boobs stopped me."So, you are very naive, Lavender," he whispered right into my ear from behind me. "What did I do now?" I knew something was wrong whenever they called me that. It was the nicest way one could call someone stupid. "Why do you let Easton get so close to you?" he got close while asking me why I let his brother get so close to me. As he did, his hands cupped my boobs from the side, and my body visibly trembled."They are your sensit
Lavender:I had no clue what was going through my head when Igor caught me. All I could think about was Nikon losing his mind once again. And this time, it would be a disaster—he had already kicked his father out because of me.I was panicking, and Igor seemed highly charged and angry.Of course he was. He had just caught his brother and stepsister breaking a rule.As he began talking about telling Nikon, only one thing came to mind.I grabbed his head and crushed our lips together.Suddenly, everything went quiet.His body had been burning hot until I kissed him.Neither of us moved our lips—it was just a shocking moment.Our mouths were pressed hard together. And then—he slowly lifted his hands and placed them on my back.He tilted his head, and before I knew it, his lips were sucking onto mine.He kept moving his face from left to right, tilting it, locking into the kiss, while drawing my lips into his.I thought it would be something disgusting that I’d have to go through just to
Igor:I had just arrived home when an urge to see Lavender rushed through my body.She was a strange one. For some reason, I wanted to talk to her—whether it was to argue with her or to show her who the capable one in this mansion was.Somehow, she was different from the others. But then there was Dilly, and Lavender would never be able to compete with her for my attention.I smiled at the thought of Dilly.As I parked the car and got out, I found my feet being pulled toward Lavender’s room automatically.Why was I trying so hard to take care of her? I guess I’d never know. I reached her room and, well, knocking is not my strong suit. Nikon had scolded me for it a few times, and somehow, that made me want to knock even less.So I barged in, thinking she would be lying in bed alone. However, the sight was disturbing.She was standing against the wall with my brother in front of her. It lasted only a second before they pulled away, but I swear I saw Easton with his fingers around her ne
Easton:“Fuck!” I groaned, confused. However, I didn't have time, nor was I in the mood, to ask myself the hot question of why Lavender was appearing in my thoughts when I was deeply and madly in love with Christine, my Levi.I have said it multiple times that Levi doesn't have to be beautiful, but now that she was gorgeous, why wasn't I feeling it?Was I truly so focused on beauty? Did I read myself wrong?Was it because Lavender was more beautiful than Christine?I avoided the questions for now and groaned as I noticed how hard my cock had turned. I imagined Lavender, her curves, her smile, the way she used to moan when I touched her in just the right spot.Her milky big breasts, so soft that I could play with them for hours. Even through the clothes, they were shown perfectly. A sigh heaved across my lips as I imagined her here with me, her naked body pressed against mine as I slid my dick inside her and her scream echoed through my ears."Lavender!" I whispered her name, and my co
Easton:I kept watching her zone out. I didn't want to make her uncomfortable by asking about her ex. But I didn’t want to be fooled either.So, I wanted to be sure she wasn't using me to get over him."I realized he isn't worth it. Once someone shows you who they are, believe it," she said. She looked so confident and over her ex that I couldn’t help but smile in relief.But there was one problem.I had expected my heart to flutter, my skin to get goosebumps when I met Levi. Did I feel any of that?Sadly, no.I started wondering if meeting her was a mistake. But she had found me. She came to see me.Maybe all the affection and craziness had been in the mysterious love affair. I just didn’t get what was going on.Something was missing.After we were done, we drove around for a bit. She talked about the weather and my filming.After we parked in the same abandoned building’s lot where I had brought Lavender last time, we both took off our seatbelts to sit more comfortably—mostly, just
Christine:“And then—and then they kicked us out,” Normani had been crying on the phone with me for about an hour. I’d already heard her story and everything twice. She would finish it, and then start it all over again.“Make sure you do it right this time,” I kicked the nail artist as a warning not to mess up. Last time, she ruined my toenails. This time, I wanted my pedicure to be perfect—because I was going on a date with Easton.He had been blowing up my phone nonstop. I’d studied Levi’s texts like it was a coursebook. I noticed she always replied coldly, letting him do the chasing and begging most of the time.It was like she’d trained herself to act this way so he would stay more obsessed with her than she was with him.And it seemed like Easton was fascinated with her.‘With me!’ I corrected myself as I giggled.Ugh! But now I had to deal with this crying girl on the phone.“Hmm. That’s sad. But you should’ve been more careful. This is a world full of technology. Didn’t you kno
Lavender:“Lavender! You don’t forgive us?” my mother had knelt down in front of me, demanding that I speak with her.But I couldn’t even look at her.“So what would it take for her to accept her mother’s apology? Who, by the way, didn’t do anything wrong. She knows both her daughters—Lavender has always lied to her and caused her trouble. So when Normani said something, of course Sumi believed her,” Mister Volkov hissed at me while I turned my head to the other side.I wanted to talk to my mother, but not in front of anyone.And somehow, Igor noticed it.“Maybe we should give them some space,” he suggested, and Easton looked over at me.“I was about to say that,” Easton muttered under his breath. Nikon searched my face for a reaction—he always did that. Always trying to read something from everyone’s expressions.After a moment, he finally nodded and motioned for his father and Sabrina to leave us alone. However, my mother held onto Sabrina’s hand and stepped in after the others had
Lavender:Mister Volkov stayed seated, his eyes fixed on the ground. Sabrina kept inching one step closer to the door, looking for an excuse to leave.“Nobody is leaving,” Nikon said when he must have noticed his father uncross his leg, ready to get up.“What do you want us to do then?” Mister Volkov asked Nikon.“Apologize?” Nikon gave him a look, getting up slowly and walking over to me. He was in his black suit like always, his shoes shining so brightly that I could see my reflection in them as he stopped right in front of me.I kept my head down, but the moment his finger touched my chin, I gave in to the pressure and looked up.With a gentle touch, he ran his thumb over the mark on my chin and then brushed his fingers over my bruised cheek.“You all are going to apologize to her,” his eyes narrowed at the sight of the wounds on my face. He was so sharply observant, noticing every single injury.“Fine, I’m sorry,” Mister Volkov said with a shrug.Nikon pulled his hand back and sta