Lavender:The first day of college was perfect.Easton offered to drop me off at campus. When we pulled into the parking lot, some of the seniors standing nearby were stunned to see Easton dropping me off.He left after I got out of the car, but a huge smile stayed on my lips. Somehow, just being seen with him made me less of a target for the day.“Lavender,” after the first class ended, Professor Lowell called my name, stopping me as everyone else was leaving the room.“Yes?” I walked up to the podium, noticing his fancy watch.He was probably in his early thirties, but he looked so good he could easily pass for a twenty-five-year-old movie star. Blonde hair, blue eyes, a sharp jawline, and a sparkle in his gaze like no other teacher I’d seen.“I like your name,” his compliment caught me off guard.He had commented on it during introductions too.So… had he stopped me just to say it again?“And I loved how you were paying attention in class. If you want extra notes or help, you can t
Lavender:My mother didn’t have anything to say to him. Otherwise, when there was no one to feed me, my mother would scold me for upsetting Normani and Sabrina.“And it’s a shame that you are treating her this way,” Easton continued, causing my mother’s eyes to widen.I didn’t want him to scold her too harshly. At the end of the day, she was a woman who had been hurt and betrayed so much that I understood where she was coming from.“I don’t want to. It’s just that sometimes I remember her father—” my mother was talking when Easton’s little sarcastic laugh silenced her.“And every time something bad happens to Lavender, you just remember her father to justify it?” That was such a straight hit that Normani bit her tongue and lowered her head.“Your trauma is yours, and it is okay for others to try to make you feel better. But nineteen years is a long time to keep hurting someone innocent for something that happened to you. Don’t you see? You’re giving all your attention to one daughter
Lavender:I was almost ready to return to my room when I heard some laughter from outside, and I instantly knew who it was.I ran to the exit door and saw Easton in the garden. He was on the phone with someone, laughing like there was no tomorrow. He sounded so cheerful and attractive.He looked so good in the sleeveless black T-shirt, his biceps flexing like he had just finished working out, and those black shorts didn’t help with my heartbeat.I wanted to go talk to him, but I worried he might think I was being too clingy.However, just as I was about to turn around, I heard his voice. And the way he called my name made me stop in my tracks.“Lavender!”I turned and smiled, tucking the strands of hair behind my ear. I always felt so shy when our eyes met.He raised his hand to catch my attention more clearly and then, with two fingers, gestured for me to come out.He was still on the call, so I began to leave the mansion and followed him into the garden.As I got closer, I could cle
Lavender:"Try to focus on the bulge. It should look like it was captured by accident," he guided me to a position where I couldn’t avoid looking at the bulge.He had a huge bulge, almost like he was hiding a whole guitar in there.I had goosebumps all over my skin as he posed and I took his pictures.In one photo, he was sitting on his bed with his hand on the bulge, which slightly opened his robe, and he was holding a book in the other hand. The thing about taking pictures was that I got to watch him when he wasn’t paying attention.I swallowed hard as I took a few more shots.He was naked underneath, and there were times he moved a little too fast and accidentally showed me a glimpse of his shaft.I swear my nipples were hard, but the sweater I had on saved me from embarrassment.By the time we were done with the shoot, I swear I was wet too.It’s not like he wasn’t turned on. His cock was standing straight up, and I could clearly see the shape of it even through the robe.He was b
Lavender:I had not been able to sleep that whole night, and then the next day, when I checked his profile, I saw he had posted those pictures with a special caption.“When there is someone very special behind the lens, you feel special too.”My heart pounded hard, my eyes stuck on the caption. And the comments were even more fun to read.One user wrote,“Can someone please zoom into his eyes to see the reflection of this special someone? I’m dying of jealousy out here.”Another wrote,“She must be the reason he decided to work out so late at night ;p”There were many such comments, and I kept reading every single one of them. And then he responded to one of the comments.Someone wrote,“Look how he is smiling. I’m a gymnast, and let me tell you something—if a man is smiling for someone while working out, that person must be very special.”To which Easton replied,“My mystery girl is in talks?”I smiled and put my phone down, hugging my pillow. If the people of Brisa saw me, they woul
Lavender:After having breakfast alone in my room, I recalled Easton’s words again and couldn’t help but worry about his one statement.“He has someone he is interested in.”I picked up my phone and typed an email again.Levi: You didn’t tell me who that special one is?And his response came almost immediately.E-Tron: You will find out soon. What’s the rush?I bit my tongue, feeling suddenly sad.E-Tron: You have a boyfriend anyway. Go spend time with him, while I go spend time with my special someone.As soon as I read that text, tears started to form in my eyes.He was someone I wouldn’t share with anyone. Everyone else at the manor had left for the picnic, Igor had left with his friends, and Nikon, as usual, was out and about—probably even killing innocent people.So when there was a knock on the door to my bedroom, I knew who it could be.I placed the tray away and slowly got up from the bed, a confused look on my face.I answered the door to the world’s most handsome man standin
Lavender:It had been two minutes since he had started sucking my boob, and I had not gotten over the shock of it. It felt very weird in the beginning. I mean, I felt shy. But then, I wanted him to never stop. That shyness and awkwardness seemed to waver away with every passing second.He was sucking on my breast like he was getting something out of it. His lips were perfectly wrapped around my nipple, not even allowing them to breathe. He then continued to suck on only my tits before pulling away."I think we should not do that," I uttered, sitting in front of him with my breast out."Why is that?" he asked, gently pulling my tit out, and I squeaked."Because---our relationship," I mumbled shyly, looking down when he kept playing with my nipple between his fingers."So what? We are bonding. I'll stop if you want me to," his voice remained husky as he stretched his hand back."But if you want to continue, expose your other breast for me," he whispered as he leaned over to my lips.I b
Lavender:My family had returned. They looked happy. But I was too. After what happened between me and Easton, I was over the moon.I couldn’t stop smiling even when no one said anything nice to me.We were dining together and my sisters were gushing over the scenery from the picnic.“Daddy, can my friend come over sometime?” Sabrina said to Mister Volkov, making him smile in surprise at the fact that she was calling him her father.“Sure, they can come whenever they want. It is your house—” Mister Volkov suddenly stopped when Nikon placed his spoon down.It was done so politely, but somehow it made everyone turn to look at him.“But of course, ask for your brother’s permission first,” Mister Volkov corrected himself.“It’s okay. As long as they don’t walk around poking their noses in everyone’s business—especially mine and my brother’s,” Nikon warned her, grabbing his spoon again.He was usually quiet all the time.And just when I thought I hadn’t been under his scrutiny for a while,
Lavender:“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said, a faint smirk tugging at her lips that made me clench my fists in frustration.“You know what I’m talking about. Christine isn’t Levi,” I hissed, stomping my foot in annoyance.She tilted her head slightly, pretending to think it through, and then nodded slowly. “So… does that mean you’ve been having an affair with your stepbrother? Or should I say—you tricked your stepbrother into a forbidden relationship?”The way she worded it shook my confidence. I knew this whole stepbrother thing would come back to haunt me.“You know it’s considered disgusting—but if it’s Christine, nobody will care. And it’s not like you can prove to Easton that it was you,” she flashed a smile before sighing and lowering her feet from the table.“Now, if you’re done complaining, can we get to business?” she asked in a bored tone, like my pain didn’t matter.“So—I want to sneak out of the house tonight. But my stepbrothers—you know how they are—they
Lavender:I had been really bothered by everything. I tried looking for ways to open my Skype account, but it was gone. Not just gone—deleted. Either Christine or Normani did it. It hurt to think they had gone through my laptop, stolen my identity, and logged me out of my apps.Thankfully, the Cherry app was something I usually kept hidden on my laptop, and I only entered the password and username when I needed to use it. But it didn’t matter now.They knew about my secret and had used it against me to shut me up.Just thinking about Christine stealing my identity was painful. But then I comforted myself with the thought that Easton would end up playing her too. She’d get her karma—because she had no idea what a liar that man really is.There’s no way he’d treat her any better.“What is it?” Nikon asked when I knocked on his office door and stood outside, waiting for him to let me in.The trip I wanted to go on felt more important now than ever. I needed to get away from everyone for
Christina:“She’s always keeping to herself,” Normani rolled her eyes when mentioning Lavender. She didn’t have to say it out loud for me to know she disliked her. But it wasn’t only her and her sister who didn’t like her. I had hated Lavender since the day I met her.I was fifteen at the time when I first became friends with Normani. I liked having two idiots walk around me and carry my bags. And luckily for me, Normani and Sabrina fit that role perfectly. But then they had this stepsister, Lavender, who acted like she was better than us.I once heard Lavender warn her sisters that I was using them. I realized in that moment why I couldn’t bring myself to feel sorry for that little brat.Everybody hated her for a reason.“And you know what—our model brother pays so much attention to her,” Normani said, as if things weren’t already annoying with Lavender in the picture. Now I was being told that there was a handsome and popular guy who actually cared about her.“She must have told him
Lavender:“So, Lavender! How’s your study going?” Christine started yapping, and as expected, her attention toward me brought smirks to their faces.My mother looked tired, while my stepsisters looked amused, like they were waiting for a show.“Good,” I replied, quickly looking down.“Umm, Easton—you’re a model. I know you,” she giggled, catching his attention next. Easton looked up from his food and briefly stared at her.“Good,” Easton replied, bowing his head down right away.“By the way, big brother, I heard you announced your relationship to the world?”It was Sabrina, the always-quiet yet creepy one, speaking up after a while. She didn’t talk much, but whenever she did, I always wondered what made her break her silence.I clenched my fingers around the fork tightly, side-eyeing Easton, who raised his head and exchanged a glance with his brothers.“Not yet,” Easton replied.“But we saw the post,” Igor teased him. His father looked pleased for whatever reason—maybe it was the firs
Lavender:“I feed you such good food. I bet you haven’t had fruits like this before. And this is how you massage me?” my mother snapped, kicking me before putting her foot back in my lap.I was in pain because of the blood transfusion, but she didn’t care.She had made me sit in her room for two hours now. My arm hurt so much for some reason.“I actually gave blood today,” I said. I didn’t have to remind her—she already knew.“So? You give blood all the time. Don’t make excuses,” she hissed.I sighed and started massaging her foot again. Mister Volkov wasn’t around yet, so she was making me stay in her room.I’d heard he was having a meeting with his sons.I just wanted him to come back to his room so I could go back to mine.Finally, when my hands couldn’t keep going, Mister Volkov’s voice echoed from the hallway. My mother sat up like she’d been caught with another man and snatched the oil out of my hands.She grabbed my hand and stretched it out, quickly pouring oil on it. It was h
Lavender:I woke up in my attic, worried and confused about how I got there, until I opened my eyes and saw Nikon sitting on the chair with a book in his hand.I sat up and swallowed hard.“Glad you’re awake,” he said, not looking too bothered as he kept reading the book.I had bought that book for myself.It was my damn course book that he was reading like it was some novel.“You passed out on the road,” he said casually. “I brought you here. Now thank me so I can leave.”The demands he made with a straight face were always strange.He was so full of himself.All of them were.“Thanks,” I said, steadying myself.“Hmm, you don’t have to. It was the right thing to do.” With that, he shut the book and gave me a fake closed-lip smile while I stared at his face in disbelief.“Now, what was it that I saw last night?” he asked, crossing one leg over the other.“I was out on a walk when your brother offered me a ride, but I said no,” I lied. I couldn’t tell him I’d been having something clos
Lavender:Thankfully, he didn’t make me stay to answer his question.I mean, he didn’t have to. He literally told me he’d question me later.Did he see the whole interaction or just the part where Easton was driving behind me?It was the next day—a new morning, and definitely a new beginning for me.Another person I thought cared about me was gone.I was now completely alone.But I guess there are some perks to being lonely—you can’t get hurt.“You look a little pale.”The nurse, a middle-aged woman with kind green eyes, studied my face while preparing me for the blood transfusion.“That’s just my complexion,” I lied, smiling through tired, empty eyes.Her concern wasn’t wrong—I hadn’t eaten that morning since I had to catch a bus early for college and then head straight here for my appointment.My mom had been blowing up my phone, reminding me not to miss this transfusion.I hadn’t fully healed from my fall and the previous transfusion—but who was going to tell her that?And now that
Lavender:“Lavender, don’t make a scene out here,” he drove right beside me, rolled down his window, and looked at me.“You told me to fuck off, so please drive home. I can walk back. And it’s you who’s making a scene on a fucking abandoned road,” I said, no longer trying to be timid.Why do women get so happy when a man calls them innocent and sweet?Trust me, I used to feel happy too—until that night.I realized that when a man calls a woman innocent, he means she’s easy to fool. It’s not a compliment. Being a good girl is such a harsh scam. It’s often used for women who get taken advantage of, and my heart ached for them—and for myself.I’d rather be known as a cunning bitch now than be called innocent and sweet.“Lavender, you’re starting to make me angry,” he hissed, and I stopped walking.“Easton! Fuck off,” I bent down to the level of his window and yelled right in his face.The shock on his face was worth it. He could come out and kill me for all I cared. I felt so disgusted b
Lavender:“We? Talk about yourself. I didn’t do all that with you because I wanted to bond with you. You made a fool out of me,” I began to panic once I realized he had played me.And then my mind went back to what Igor had told me. Did he know his brother would do that to me?“When I asked you about the models, you told me you don’t do all that. Why?” I wanted to grab his collar to make him look at me so badly, but I don’t think I could get that close to him again.“Because that was my personal business which you were trying to poke your nose into. I’m a model turned actor, I don’t go around telling everyone about my life,” he raised his voice. “And stop acting like I took advantage of you. Whatever we did was mutual. It’s not my fault that you caught feelings.”As he kept talking, I’d had enough. I opened the door and stormed out to avoid being scolded by him after getting cheated on.After a few seconds of me crying alone, he came out as well.“Lavender, I meet fans every day. Do y