MasukIsis was humming cheerfully as he entered his mansion when he noticed Caius and Ajax waiting in the living room, both wearing serious expressions. It seemed they had been waiting for him because their eyes immediately turned to him the moment he stepped inside.“What’s going on?” he asked right away as he reached the living room.“I heard something from the Palace,” Caius said, his voice tense. “It’s bad news, brother.”Isis released a sharp breath. “When have we ever received good news from the Palace? Do you still expect that?”Ajax spoke next. “Your father sent someone to watch over you.”Isis went rigid.To watch over him meant spying. Checking whether he was doing his duties properly as a boss. His jaw clenched as fear crept in. “Xanthe… he’ll find out about Xanthe.”Caius nodded. “That’s exactly why we told you.”“Before, this wouldn’t have been an issue because you had nothing to hide,” Ajax said, “but now you’re involved with Xanthe. If your father learns about it, there’s no
Xanthe gasps when Isis suddenly grabs the back of her neck and pulls her down, kissing her without saying a word.She automatically responds.Xanthe opens her mouth and welcomes Isis’ tongue and kisses. She tastes the coffee he drank as their tongues tease each other and they kiss passionately.They kiss until they're out of breath. When they pull away, they're both panting, but their lips are still close.Isis holds her chin. "Why is it that when you call me 'my lord,' it turns me on, but when it's Ajax, I feel nothing?"She laughs. "Should I be jealous of Ajax?"Isis laughs too. "Don't be. He doesn't swing that way... but, you know, Ajax is a gay magnet."She sits sideways on Isis’ lap. "Really?"Isis nods, laughing. "We're always together, so I see it all the time. Good thing Ajax doesn't get angry about it. He just let it go. He will just calmly tell the person that he's straight.""How about you?" She fixes Isis’ messy hair while still sitting on his lap. "Are you popular too?""
It's early morning but Xanthe is in the cold shower. She feels so hot. She can't stop thinking about her dream from last night. It was so real, and it's making her heart race! This isn't normal anymore!Why did she have that dream? It's still clear in her mind. That dream...Isis was kissing and touching her, and she was moaning. And something even more intense happened in the dream! Her cheeks burn every time she remembers it.“Oh God…” she muttered, tilting her head so the cold water hit her face. “Is this what they call sexual frustration? But why would I feel that. Having that dream... what's happening to me?"Is this Isis’ fault? For introducing her to such pleasure? Argh!She finishes showering and gets dressed. Before she can even go downstairs, she gets a text from Isis.'I'm outside. Can I come in?'Her heart starts beating fast. How can she face him after that dream?Dear God!She sighs and leaves her room. There's no avoiding it. They're going to see each other. She might a
"Why do you seem so out of it?" Lethia asked, sipping her wine as they sat by the pool at the staycation house she rented. "You've been staring off into space all day."Isis hadn't come back to her place last night, and even now, with her best friend, she was still confused about everything that had happened.Xanthe sighed. "I'm just thinking about something. Sorry."Lethia sighed before facing her. "Let me hear it. I'm all ears."Xanthe looked at her friend, took a deep breath, and started telling her about what almost happened with Isis.A few seconds passed after she finished before Lethia spoke. "So... in a nutshell, you're bothered by the fact that you didn't push him off?"Xanthe nodded and sighed. "Do I like him that much?"Lethia gave her a deadpan look. "Xanthe, you have a high IQ and a stable EQ. You don't need me to tell you why."Xanthe sighed. "But I've only just met him."Lethia raised an eyebrow. "Girl, love moves in mysterious ways, right?""Does it?" Xanthe asked, sig
SPG WARNINGXanthe’s mind was blank, filled only with Isis. Her body seemed to have a mind of its own, responding to his touch and kisses without her conscious control. Her mind screamed at her to push him away, but she found herself returning his kisses and accepting his embraces.She realized there was no point in fighting her body's aggressive response to Isis. It would betray her if she tried to resist. She knew that much.So she gave in, surrendering to her body's desires. She let the heat of her body melt away her remaining inhibitions.Xanthe hissed as Isis sucked on her neck, leaving a mark. He did it again and again."Isis..." she crossed her arms over her neck to stop him. "What are you doing? Are you planning to cover my whole neck with kiss marks? It's embarrassing."Isis kissed her chin. "I don't care. Everyone has to know that you have me." His kisses trailed to her jaw. "Only me, okay? Don't let any man do this to you. Just me... only me."She paused. "That's possessive
Isis woke up abruptly, realizing Xanthe wasn't beside him. Had she left? Gone to the cafe? He checked his watch. 5:46 PM. "What the fuck?!" He hissed, shocked he'd slept the whole day. He got out of bed and left the room, searching for Xanthe. He heard faint singing coming from the kitchen. He quickly headed there, relieved to find Xanthe cooking. He strode over and wrapped his arms tightly around her waist from behind. "I'm sorry," he said immediately. "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. Sorry. Sorry." She turned to him, blinking. "What are you saying sorry for?" He paused. "I lied, remember?" "Yeah," she nodded. "And I told you, it's okay. I mean, lying isn't okay, but I knew from the start you weren't being completely honest about some things. I just didn't expect even your birthday on your resume to be fake." Isis looked at her, surprised. Why was she being so understanding? "And I'll just think you lied because we weren't that close back then," she smiled. "So stop sayin







