Lycan Princess' Disguise のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 161 - チャプター 170

Camilla“Your friend, Lisa, is really something,” I said to George with good humor and relaxed into the comfortable sofa while chuckling with happy memories. After work, George took me to cake oasis, a small, family owned bakery that was recently transformed by the owner's daughter who created a whimsical looking sitting space for patrons.“Her face was camera-worthy,” I said, with a mouth full of laughter. “I mean, I don't get why she doesn't like me. I told you she didn't the first time we went to her house but you kept defending her. Gosh, I've never felt so happier.”The warm and sweet aroma of freshly baked goods floated over us as we talked. A small child ran past carrying a plate of cookies, giggling at his own childish joy.George looked distracted. He wasn't fully present in the conversation and I wondered why. He was still wearing his uniform from work—white shirt, grey pants and his coat. I waved a hand on his face after taking a sip of my creamy milkshake and he blinked,

Traffic these days was crazy and frustrating. I was on my way to the studio, but when I went to the bus station, I was told that the other bridge was under construction, which made an influx of cars flood our side of town.I should have just used the train.I tried listening to music, but I was too anxious to arrive at the studio. I was running late and needed to meet the producer before 10:00 a.m. I didn't want him to think I was lazy.I was 15 minutes late when I arrived and hoped that Paul would not be angry.When I got to the reception, Paul wasn't even in the studio, and I was told to wait. It was amusing; I wondered why I was bothering myself and rushing, considering he was the one who was running behind schedule.I sat in the corner, bouncing on my toes and sneaking glances at the doorway. I hadn't seen any sign of Lisa and secretly hoped she wouldn't come around today. She didn't like me or want my progress, and her constant criticism and disrespect were not what I needed toda

The drive to George's house was tense. His mother's hatred was a storm, and it was eating at my guts. Before we left the house, Grandma Zora stood solidly behind me, saying that George went too far and that, as a doctor, he knew the consequences of his actions. “He has been sad for days,” his mother said, her steely-gray eyes not leaving me. “The poor boy fell in love. Unfortunately, the love has not been reciprocated. I don't blame him. I blame the girl who rejected his proposal despite carrying another man's pregnancy.”“Laura, you promised not to bring this up,” Grandma warned her. “She never forced herself on your boy, so please try to respect yourself and respect her. Don't forget the authority I have to stop George from coming near her.”She mumbled under her breath, and we drove to George's house. It was a duplex with large rooms, and the inside was warm and cozy. My stomach turned when we headed upstairs to his room. He was awake, staring blankly at a large flat-screen TV th

ZiahThe silence in the house was deafening, it felt like a heavy emptiness that echoed through every room. My heart felt just as hollow, like something was missing, but I couldn't quite put my finger on what it was. It was like I was searching for something, but I didn't know what I was looking for, or maybe I just didn't want to admit it to myself.I was stuck in a funk, waiting for Vespa's return after five long days away with Kai. But instead of excitement, my mind was consumed by thoughts of Camilla.Camilla…Even the mere mention of her name turned me on. I couldn't shake her off, no matter how hard I tried. I let out a frustrated sigh and gazed out the window, watching the trees sway in the breeze. It was like my heart had a mind of its own, stubbornly fixated on someone who wasn't even meant to be mine. I wondered if Camilla had cast some sort of spell on me - how else could I explain this crazy, all-consuming attraction? It defied all logic, especially since I already had

CamillaHours turned into a day, and I was super uncomfortable and uneasy in George's house. Fortunately, he didn't ask for a blowjob or sex, and I was glad he wasn't entirely stupid. He worked from home and sat behind his desk all day, and his mom had gone to a convention, which suited me fine. After spending the day by myself, George came downstairs in the evening when I was watching TV. I became uncomfortable and sat up, eyeing him warily.“Baby, let's go shopping. I want to spoil you with the finer things in life. He walked over, put his arm around my shoulders, and hugged me tight. His lips were on mine, and before I could get out an objection, his fingers were stroking my hair.He kept kissing my neck, and I fought the urge to gag. He stopped and looked at me expectantly.“You should be resting. Don't worry about me,” I said, looking down at my hands fidgeting on my lap. “And I think I should go home now. I'm not comfortable staying here anymore."“I insist,” he said and leane