"Why are we fixing the door again?"   Zheme glared over at Lexie for the seventh time, she had been asking him the same question since the technicians came and lord knows he wanted to bang her head in a wall. "Stop talking to me."   "No." Lexie countered, frail arms that Zheme wanted to just break folding with confidence across her chest. "Just tell me, pleaseeeeeee."     Sighing in misery, frustration and annoyance, Zheme decided to fess, maybe then she'd actually shut her radio mouth. "Because it's old fashioned and its not openable from the inside."   "So?"   'Another stupid question.'   Sighing again, Zheme pivoted on his feet, walking in the opposite direction. "Leave me alone."   Grinning, Lexie tied her hair in a bun, feet skipping behind Zheme's. "Please, I just want to know."   "Well you want to kno

Lexie watched as Zheme and Sophia disappeared into the kitchen and the denseness that now lived in her heart augmented when she turned back around only to find Mark looking at her. He smiled, white teeth glistening like gems. "Hey."   Lexie forced a smile, waving awkwardly in response.   Mark could sense the tension between them and somehow that only made his heart ache even more.    What was he doing here?   Why did he come?   Somehow, he knew the answer to his question, he knew why he forced his way on a path he somehow didn't belong, but he still couldn't help but question himself, couldn't help but ask why...?   Why force it?   Why care?   Just why...?   That was the question he couldn't answer, that's what was puzzling him.   He came here in hopes of making things cl

Both girls pointed at each other, then in unison... "She started it." They said.   Zheme tilted his head, walking further inside to drop the paper clips on the counter. "Started what exactly?"   This time however, Lexie was the first to answer. "She told me you wouldn't win the competition."   "And she told me to mind my business."   Zheme nodded in understanding, eyes squinted and brows knotted. "Telling you to mind your business was good advice, why don't you do that? Your chicken in the oven might need to be turned."   Sofia's mouth dropped, eyes widening. "You both are the same, that's why you have each other and for your information, my chicken is quite fine."   With that, she marched her way out of the kitchen, leaving Zheme to wonder what exactly had he done wrong. He had only stated the facts, it was a good advice, people who knew how to mind their bu

Zheme's vengeful eyes had watched as Lexie entered Mark's open arms, they had watched with envy, anger and a firm grudge when she had leaned back to kiss his flustered cheeks and they had also watched as she waved happily as he stepped outside.   It wasn't just a goodbye, to him it was something more and though he was curious, he didn't want to know what word would be fit to describe their passionate exchange.   Sighing, he turned away from the door, turning his back to Lexie who's eyes now watched him with curiosity. "Why were you glaring at me at dinner?"   Without answering, Zheme walked away, his steps taking him to the stairs and with a heavy heart he climbed up each and every one of them.   Lexie followed him into their shared room, watching as he flopped down on the bed, then with a tenuous sigh... "I'm not able to deal with your perplexity at the moment, there's another room beside this one,

With one smooth thrust, Zheme was sheathed inside, Lexie's wet, tight cavern clenching around him as a cry of pleasure slipped off of her delicate lips.   Zheme rolled his hips, his large, lengthy shaft breaching deep within her depths, casting her back into that world of pure bliss.    His hands were still hanging onto her ass, his lips buried in the crook of her neck and his thick, long shaft swelling with need as her wetness openly embraced it. It felt good, the way it clung to every inch of him, the way it squeeze at his consciousness, heightening his desire and leading him onto a path of pure pleasure.   It was always like this... Pleasurable, satisfying, passionate, every time they touched his gratification would breach its pinnacle and sometimes even surpassed it. It was as if Lexie was made just for him, every inch of her was molded just to please him... her body, her beauty and her personality, everything a