As night fell, Gilbert found his way to Jean's bedroom, his heart pounding with the news he was about to share. The bedroom was dimly lit by the flickering flames from the fireplace. Jean was hunched over his desk, a pencil in hand, and a piece of paper before him.Gilbert knocked on the open door, causing Jean to startle. His hand slipped, leaving a long graphite line across the paper. Without missing a beat, Jean swiftly crumpled the paper and tossed it into the fireplace. The flames eagerly consumed the secret sketch of Alexa, their glow reflecting in Jean's eyes as he watched it burn. Gilbert noticed the action, his suspicions about Jean's relationship with Alexa flaring up. Yet, he remained silent, having no solid proof to back his hunch. And why does he have to think it that much? he will be the one who married Alexa, not Jean.Jean turned to face his twin, a nonchalant expression on his face. "What brings you here at this time, Gilbert?" he asked casually.Gilbert took a deep b
"I am not a princess. I am a whore." Alexa's eyes filled with sadness as she softly whispered, "Calling me princess feels like an insult now." The words hung in the air, Jean's heart sinking at the realization of the unintended hurt caused by his words.Leaning forward, she closed the gap between them, her lips passionately pressing against his. The passionate kiss ignited a fire of lust within them."We didn't get a chance to make love yesterday," Alexa confessed, her voice tinged with a hint of regret. "I was busy visiting my mama." Her hands cupped his cheeks, pleading for him to understand."You called your mother 'mama'?" he asked a hint of surprise in his voice.She nodded. "And you?""Mother," he replied, with a touch of formality in his tone.A playful smile danced on her lips. "Damn, aristocrats are built differently."A mischievous glimmer appeared in his eyes as he pulled her closer. "Come on pretty darling, I want my vulgar whore inside me now.""Right, I am your whore. Do
He let out a deep sigh, his hands tightening around her soft hips."It's nothing," he muttered, but the look in his eyes betrayed his words.She paused, her movements freezing as she carefully studied his face."You're not being honest," she asserted. "Something is troubling you. Is it about Gilbert?"His gaze hardened, and he averted his eyes."No, it's not about him.""Then what is it, Jean? Am I meant to be your solace? Should I kiss away your pain?" she whispered softly, her hand reaching out to stroke his hair."It's... us," he hesitated.She blinked, taken aback."Us?""Yes,""I... I want to possess you entirely, Alexa. Not just your body. I yearn to legally claim you through marriage. I desire your heart, your love, and even your soul."Her heart skipped a beat, and she stared at him, rendered speechless."But... I'm just...""Just a sex worker?" he finished for her, a bitter smile tugging at his lips."Does that mean you cannot be owned?""I... I am not a pet or a slave to be
As night fell, Jean locked himself in his room, pen poised over a blank canvas. With eerie anticipation, he created a bone-chilling sketch. In his creation, two Alexas were depicted side by side.One version of Alexa had a soft and innocent look with pastel colors. This was Gilbert's longing, captivated by her gentle charm. In contrast, another Alexa, dressed in bold red and black. Jean was drawn to this one, a woman he "created" to be his.But in a twisted turn reminiscent of a Stephen King story, the 'cute mode' Alexa was headless, her decapitated head in her hands. Jean purposely depicted this to symbolize his rejection of Gilbert's version of Alexa. In Jean's mind, Gilbert's Alexa was as good as dead. She was nothing more than an illusion, a phantom that failed to capture the true essence of the real Alexa. Through this horrifying image, Jean sent a chilling message to Gilbert: the Alexa he yearned for was just a fantasy, and fantasies had no place in harsh reality.He silently na
"I'd like to stay here, baby," Jean said with a longing look in his eyes as if he didn't want their special intimate moment in the bathtub wasted."Okay then," she replied. "Let's carry on."He gently ran his hands along her waist, tracing the curves of her skin. A rush of excitement coursed through her as his fingertips playfully teased her nipples. She let out a soft moan, pressing herself closer to him, consumed by desire.He kissed her again, his lips pressing against hers with a heightened passion. With a gentle yet firm movement, he pushed her against the cool wall of the bathtub, their bodies embraced by the cascading water droplets.His hand slid lower, rubbing her pussy. Alexa gasped, her eyes widening in surprise as his fingers tried to penetrate her."I also want to play with you using my finger, baby," he whispered.He slipped his fingers inside her. Alexa was taken aback, her breath catching in her throat, while he flashed a mischievous grin."You're soaking wet, my lady.
Upon her arrival at her mother's place, Alexa was immediately ushered inside by Mrs. Larossa, her mother's excitement palpable."Alexa, darling," Mrs. Larossa cooed, her eyes twinkling with anticipation."I've got the perfect dress for you."Alexa's heart sank at her mother's words. She knew what was coming. She always hated how her mother even choose what clothes she should wear.Before she could voice her protest, her mother whisked her off to the dressing room, presenting her with a gown that could have been straight out of an Edwardian period drama. The red dress for an aristocrat or noble lady, where the hell does her mother get that dress, Alexa tought. Its delicate lace and intricate beadwork were an undeniable testament to its extravagance.Alexa recoiled, her distaste evident. "Mom, where did you get this dress? this is too much. If I wear this, I will look like a 9-year-old girl attending a birthday party." she objected.Mrs. Larossa dismissed her protest with a wave of her
Before Alexa could even consider making a run for it, a regal figure descended upon them. Victoria Gardier, the matriarch of the Gardier family, was a vision of grandeur and elegance. She looked at Alexa's mother then at Alexa up and down, her gaze as sharp as the diamonds she was draped in. Her posture was regal, her aura dominant, and her diamond-encrusted necklace was a testament to their family's wealth."Good afternoon, Mrs. Larossa and daughter...""Good afternoon, Lady Victoria.""I am Victoria Gardier, the mother of three Gardier siblings, Gilbert, Jean, and Jessica." she introduced herself to Alexa, her voice smooth as silk, her smile as polished as the diamonds she wore."And this young lady must be...?""Ah, Lady Victoria, this is my daughter, Alexa," her mother interjected, pushing Alexa gently forward. She gave Alexa a reassuring squeeze on her shoulder, but it did little to quell her panic."Oh God," Victoria echoed, her eyes taking in Alexa's stunned expression. "What a
Just as Gilbert and Alexa pulled away from their kiss, they noticed a figure stepping out from far and standing before them. It was Jean, his face as rigid as a marble statue.Alexa's heart skipped a beat."Jean?" she gasped, her voice barely a whisper.Her mind was racing, a million questions popping into her head. Had he seen her kiss Gilbert? What the hell is this party about?Gilbert, on the other hand, was smirking. "Well, well, well, if it isn't my dear brother," he said, his voice dripping with amusement.Jean's eyes narrowed at Gilbert's tone. He was seething with anger, but he managed to keep his voice calm. "Brother," he said, his voice stiff."What a pleasant surprise. Come meet Alexa, Jean." Gilbert's smirk widened."I don't know Lady Larossa are invited in this mysterious garden party that even me the host don't know why it held at the first place.""I am not a lady." Alexa said. "Anyway, such an honor to meet you, Lord Jean." The situation was so absurd, so utterly ridi