"What kind of licence are we talking about here? If it's a driver's licence, then obviously I have it," Edward said, looking at Alice as if he had seen a ghost.Alice responded, "I'm not talking about your driver's licence. I'm talking about being my one and only friend, giving you the authority to meddle in my life," rolling his eyes as he spoke.Now he had two fools to deal with, Alisha and Edward."You don't even sound like yourself today," Edward remarked, ignoring Alice's words.Alice's mind then registered what he had just done. He had spoken just like Alisha, adopting her useless talking style. He glanced at Alisha, who was sleeping peacefully in his lap, looking adorable. His expression softened as he noticed her swollen eyes and tear-stained face.He didn't understand what had suddenly come over her, first behaving seductively and then becoming frantic with a headache. Something was definitely wrong.At first, he thought she might be pretending or that her true nature had eme
Alisha gazed at him with weary eyes, yearning for an explanation, yet unable to trust him. Not after the abduction and the loss of her beloved dog at his hands. She never imagined encountering someone as ruthless as Alice, who lacked even a shred of mercy towards animals.“What if I choose not to explain?” Alice's eyes sparkled with curiosity as his hand encircled Alisha's waist.“Then I won't be eating anything,” Alisha retorted, her shoulders shrugging, devoid of fear in her gaze. She regarded him as if his question were foolish, mirroring his character. Why would she dine with him when her inquiries remained unanswered?“Are you certain? I could force-feed you,” Alice warned, his tone laced with menace, yet eerily calm.“Then I won't open my mouth, obviously,” Alisha replied, unfazed. Alice wasn't surprised; he was accustomed to her sharp tongue. However, her nonchalant demeanour left him at a loss.Despite the ordeal she endured, her tears, and the pain in her feet, she still w
"Okay," Alisha agreed, nodding her head, feeling it was her only way out.Alice smiled, not with malice, but with satisfaction, seeing her agreement as a success."Open your mouth, Angel," Alice commanded, assertive, his thumb resting gently on Alisha's lips.Alisha was a bit startled but complied, parting her lips slightly."Wider, sweetheart. I can't do anything with such a small opening. Stretch your lips," Alice instructed, sliding his thumb inside and touching her tongue.Alisha widened her mouth as instructed."That's it, my dear," Alice's eyes darkened slightly as he inserted his middle finger into her mouth.His thumb and finger holding her tongue, he felt the wetness of her saliva as she gazed at him innocently."You know, Angel, this is quite pleasing," Alice murmured, pulling her tongue out gently between his fingers.Alisha tried to speak, but his grip on her tongue prevented her from forming words.‘What is he doing?’ Alisha thought, puzzled by his actions.Her saliva tri
Alice felt relieved, knowing he had won the argument this time. He often found her chatter pointless, but now he could finally relax.Alisha glared at him with resentment, her lips throbbing with pain.He didn't just kiss her; it felt like a punishment.‘I wish I could bite his lips too, so he'd understand,’ Alisha thought, a desire to retaliate burning in her heart.But she knew he was unpredictable, so she suppressed her urge, fearing his reaction."Why do you look at me like that, Angel? Your stare is adorable, but it feels like you're cursing me silently," Alice chuckled, noticing her cute gaze.He sensed her anger and desire for revenge, yet she remained apprehensive, which he found somewhat reassuring.She still had the strength to stand up to him, which he admired.Alisha reminded herself not to provoke him further, keeping her lips sealed to avoid further punishment."Let's forget it. How about some food now? What would you like to eat, Angel?" Alice suggested."Chocolate cake
"What do you mean?" Alice suddenly looked at her, baffled by her words. Why did she bring this up out of nowhere, and what exactly did she mean by saying he'll be okay? What was he supposed to be okay about?His brows furrowed as he tried to piece together her words, but they just didn't make sense to him."I understand, you don't have to worry. I'm really sorry for how I've treated you," Alisha apologised, despite being the one who had been kidnapped. It was normal for her to feel remorse; she couldn't be unkind to someone struggling with a mental illness.Alice became even more puzzled by her apology. Why was she apologising when she was the one who had just been through everything he did with her .Hadn't she just been complaining about being kidnapped and losing her dog? Shouldn't he be the one apologising, technically? But he certainly wasn't going to do that. What was she even thinking?It was clear to him that she was once again overthinking things and coming up with somethi
John was startled by his initial answer."No," he immediately changed it. He couldn't comprehend how he had arrived at the 'Yes,' feeling as if he were inviting his own death.Alice felt like a raging bull amidst a sea of red flags. Either everyone around him was behaving foolishly, which he knew wasn't the case, or else he wouldn't have employed an incompetent assistant.However, since Alisha entered his life, everyone seemed to sound increasingly foolish, as if they were teetering on the edge, ready to push him over the brink into anger.Ignoring John's protest, Alice scrutinised the food before him. "What about the meeting? Dispose of this food, or I'll dispose of you. Don't make me do the work you're paid for," he commanded."Yes, boss, we do have a meeting scheduled for the project. Something unforeseen occurred, causing a delay," John stammered as he deposited the entire cake package into the trash.John had no desire to further provoke Alice's anger. While he was indeed paid fo
"Girl, have you completely lost your mind? Do you even realize what you've done?" Alice's voice crackled with agitation as he approached her, his eyes fixated on the smeared cake now decorating Alisha's thighs."It was still packaged! And who in their right mind wastes food anyway? You know how many people are struggling with hunger," Alisha attempted to reason, her voice tinged with frustration and disbelief.He was in the wrong here.She couldn't tell if he had discarded the cake himself or if someone else had, but the wastefulness of it all weighed heavily on her conscience.Whoever was responsible, was out of sight for now. What mattered was that she hadn't wasted it, she had eaten it. Yet, here he was, angry at her."Are you starving?" Alice's voice dripped with sarcasm as he seized Alisha by the throat, his frustration boiling over.He had reached his limit with her, with her idealistic notions of food wastage and hunger.To him, it was all just cliché, irrelevant in the grand s
“That’s not an issue, because you don't have to be an athlete to play a game, at least not in this,” Alice spoke, as he sat on the table in front of her.Spreading both his legs, trapping her in between.“So you don't like to waste food, right? Because people die of hunger.”Alisha nodded her head at his question, not able to understand why he was asking this, as before he said he cared less about who was dying from hunger.As usual, he is just all about making her uncomfortable, by sitting this closely, or should say hovering over her ."Then you've wasted the cake, letting it fall all over your clothes and lap," Alice's eyes pointed accusingly.Alisha looked down at the mess. "You startled me; I got scared, that's why this happened," she explained."Don't blame me; it happened, and that's the fact," Alice stated firmly."Yes," Alisha agreed, acknowledging the situation.But the main question about what he was trying to say wasn't quite hitting her. First, he talked about the game, a