"Did you just get thrown out of his room?""I guess..." Lydia was passing by the corridor and found me sitting on the floor trying to understand what he said about rubbing something in my face."Pull me up." I reached out for her hand."What happened in there?" She asked, grabbing the tray with coffee spilled all over."I forgot to put sugar in the coffee.""He got so mad about just that?""And I might have put buttermilk in it instead of milk by accident," I chuckled inwardly as I said that."No shit! I am surprised that he didn't throw you down the stairs.""Pfft..."I brushed my messed up hair with my fingers, and Lydia found his fountain pen's cap entangled in it. She burst out laughing."Now tell me the truth. What did he do? Did he bend you over his desk?"The door to Ian's bedroom flung open, and he appeared with an empty breakfast plate, which he set into the tray that Lydia was holding

"Ian, listen to me. I am just the messenger---""I don't care. I don't want you delivering this kind of message. You have one fucking job, and that is to let me fuck you. You have the nerve to say no. But then you go around running such bullshit errands. Are you really so low on money?"He was seething with anger. His grip tightened around my neck, and the weight of his body pushed me against the wall. He pressed my cheek to the cold, smooth surface while my back burned up with anticipation.I was too restrained to move. I wanted to turn around and kiss him slowly. His kisses had such a calming effect on me when I was mad. I was sure he would forget his anger too, if only he allowed me to touch him.Wrapping his other hand around my waist, he pulled me into his hard length and whispered in my ear, "Guess I have been too gentle with you, a bit too accommodating."The menace in his voice should scare me, but it made my pussy pulsate with evident crav

"I said unsweetened. UN-sweetened. How hard is it to not mess up something so simple?" I lashed out at the new trainee and tossed the sweetened whipped cream back at her.I am not particularly known for my foul mood, but I couldn't however help it right now."This is too dense!" I complained and asked for a different sponge cake. "It doesn't have to be perfect, Nadia. If it is dense, slather it with a layer of jam and call it a Demel's torte once you pour the icing on. You know this better, stop stressing," Marley said.She was much nicer to me now after dealing with several frustrating newcomers who sucked at the dinner table or when taking food upstairs to the Royals.I was coating the cake in a dark chocolate icing when Ian walked toward the kitchen. I froze instantly, thinking he was looking for me. On second thought, it was better to be at his service tonight than being with one of his brothers. I was dreading this after-dinner party.

~Nadia~I woke up to such blissful silence, with just his soft breathing against the crook of my neck. When did we switch positions? His hands were tangled in my hair and his nose nuzzled my neck when I tried to move.The minute I saw his face, my heart quickened, and I stopped breathing. His sleeping face had such innocence written all over it, so carefree. I kept staring at him. If only I could stop the time now and here.My cheeks flushed hard when I saw his hot, half-naked body as it grazed against my boobs. Little by little, I remembered all the details from last night. It felt like a dream, but even in my dreams, I never imagined him to be so sweet. I loved all those butterfly kisses and hair ruffles I got from him when he thought I was asleep.He was the fantasy of my wet dreams, the reason for my dirty and lusty thoughts all this while. And now, I was really in bed with him!Under his blanket!With his arms around me!!I wante

By the end of this week, she said. But this week only had three days left. She can disown me if she wants. There's no way that I was going to ask him something like that. All I needed right now was a lot of distance from him. It would be wonderful if she disowned me; then I could go live with my grandparents. Grandma will probably find me a wealthy toothless guy who will die before climaxing, and I will inherit a huge country mansion with plenty of space for growing vegetables. As always, Ian didn't return home that night. He never did whenever he went to the Ring because I never had to serve him breakfast the next day. I used to envy the lucky girl who got to spend the night with him. Back then, I was just a secret admirer who had nothing to do with wanting all of him in reality. Dreams and fantasies come true at an enormous price.The only thing I know for certain is that I don't want a man who claims me as his, but I can't do the same back to him.