The next morning at the mansion was quite loud and rowdy, with every single one of the servants working at the Millers mansion standing outside. They were all taken unaware by the latest development, as to catch anyone in his/her most vulnerable state early from the bed IT professionals had swarmed every nook and cranny of the building, and were thoroughly checking everywhere to see if there were any tech alterations anywhere in the buildings. From their phone devices and every technology gadget that they owned, were submitted for thorough checks in connection to whatever links, it could have to anything that would get them kicked out or jailed. Their rooms were thoroughly searched and inspected, as they also checked for wiretapping devices. The issue with the masked dancer had escalated overnight, after she mentioned the Millers family again at the ending minutes of her video. What broke the camel's back was the fact that she exposed a paper, where there were signatures of o
Aria went back to the house late in the evening and sighted both Ellen and Hailey, taking a tour around the house like it wasn't a place they were already used to. Ellen just looked away without any words to say unlike the way she normally acted, while Hailey gave her the same disgusted look even in her elegance. The billionaire's wife could sense that the obnoxious daughter of the family had become very calm ever since, and just grinned inwardly to what was happening without her best friend's knowledge. It made her elated to know that she had succeeded in putting her in her place. Dalton was surprisingly home already which was earlier than usual that day, and that was exactly why Hailey was at the mansion too. She had sent emails and text messages to him when she was out of the country, which he rarely replied to or even viewed. It really made her so anxious that she could not wait till the five weeks she had planned elapsed, as she flew back to the country as fast as she coul
Their lips met, and the moment Dalton's tongue pressed Aria's lower lip, she parted her mouth like a freshly split–open fig, welcoming him into the warmth of her mouth. His tongue slipped inside her insistent mouth, and lips which were moist with strawberry gloss tasted like cherry. Dalton's arms wrapped around her body, passionately holding her tight, and his fiery tongue sled inside and outside of her soft, luscious mouth. His mouth was parting her shaking lips, sending wild tremors along her nerves, and evoking from her sensations she had never known she was capable of feeling. And before a swimming giddiness spun her round and round, she knew that she was kissing him back. Her hands grabbed his arm to pull his hand away from holding her face which felt like warm embers, as it raised some sort of wild fire from within him which was hard to resist. She tried hard to break away from the kiss she had never prepared for, but her mind was clouded by the desires that had been too doci
Aria sat still in front of her dresser mirror for many minutes, running a bright red lipstick over her lip over and over again with stopping. Her eyes had wandered away from the mirror and what she was doing, with only her subconsciousness only performing her before action. She was somewhat lost in the thoughts of what Dalton had said the day before, even if it was not meant to bother her in any way. Though she didn't read the meaning of it or take his words seriously, her mind kept on flashing back to the brief action and words memory that had taken place in Dalton's room. The fact she had kissed him back even when the thought of that used to disgust her before, was a thought on her own to ponder upon. She enjoyed it in a way, even if she hated to admit it. But his words at the ending sounded so sincere, even when she was trying to tell herself that Dalton was not to be trusted. He had done too many things to hurt her, both voluntarily and involuntarily in many ways. Even t
The big four-tier chandelier that hung above her own seat space began to shudder, and a cacophony of clinks erupted in the air, wriggling like the sparkle. The drop was extremely loud and happened in about a minute, as loud screams broke into the room with panic of everyone. "Aria!!!!" Was probably the loudest they heard and the voice was really distinct, but no one cared, except for just their own safety alone. Immediately two figures swerved so quickly closely to the other side from where the lighting fixture had dropped, the tiny glassy bulbs that attached to it scattered everywhere in the room. Alex thought his eyes would bulge, with what he had to experience in the moment. 'What the heck just happened?' It was evening already and time for dinner already, that Aria usually missed most of the time since now had her own free will. She either got her food from the kitchen as soon as the food was served, or prepared her own food herself to taste. Weirdly that evening, s
Dalton carried Aria hastily out of the dining and straight to her bedroom, while Alex tried to dial the doctor's phone number. He was at the same time calculating the few minutes that it would take Mark Miller to reach the house, because of the mess that was made in the dining room. The servants were trying their best as Alex urged them to hurry so fast, without telling them why they had to do that in a flash. They had a limited amount of time to change the chandelier, dining table and the number of porcelains that broke alongside the disaster. Everyone was confused about what was happening that no one was telling them, but Alex was not even in the space to give anyone answers. He was directing the servants quickly into what to do, and was at the same time ordering a new luxurious table that matched that dining room. In a jiffy, it had become a combined cleaning of the entire house. Hailey tearfully followed Eleanor into her room this time, while Ellen followed Emma without any
The entire family were all sitting in the dining room for the second time that day, and they were totally shocked that the dining room was looking so different, from the mess they had witnessed almost an hour ago. A new and bright shining chandelier was back to the spot, where the previous one had dropped from. The dining table had been changed to even a better one, and the floor was spotless and shining without any tiny glass specks. There were now artworks they had never seen before on the wall.It was in that same moment that Mark Miller's assistant had come inside, holding in his hand big packs of pizza, and a bag that contained huge bottles of chilled fruit drinks to accompany the snack. It was always a new surprise every time. The last time he visited, he brought a delicacy they all had never eaten from another country. "I am sure you all never have simple snacks like this at the dining, except standardly made meals without compromises," he chuckled, obviously referring to t
Dalton had returned back to his room after his grandfather announced his leaving, and he was staring at a note that his wife had rolled on the door knob of his room. It was a threat note. He was still somewhat positive and ready to go to the banquet so far it was with her, but she had ruined the nice moments they had, with her crazy note. 'Why does she keep testing his patience?' Alex entered into his room shortly afterwards with another note in his hand, as he presented it to his boss who seemed to be in a grumpy mood already. The assistant was already tired and exhausted for the day, and hoped deeply in his heart that Dalton would dismiss him soon. "What is this?" Dalton's pissed off self asked the assistant, who was waiting for him to unseal the paper by himself and view the details. "Your grandfather dropped it through his assistant, sir," he informed. Dalton tore the paper with creasy golden colour immediately, and checked to see a neatly folded white paper in the mid