“Can I sleep in your room tonight? I just want to be with you since both of us have had such a bad day. How about that?”
“That sounds nice.” I laughed. “Just for tonight.”
“Yeah, until the maids clear up my room.” I agreed with him and escorted him into the mansion.
We both held hands and walked inside the mansion, and Ash walked over to the kitchen to get some wine. He said he wanted to have some wine before going to bed.
I agreed with him and walked over to my room to wait for him.
I laid down on the bed, staring at the ceiling, when he came in with a glass of wine in his hand.
I got up from the bed and said, “I thought you drank so much champagne at Anderson’s house. Why are you drinking again?!”
“I just want to relax before sleeping.” He walked up to my bed and sat down on it. “I love how it chills my bones when it is cold.”
“Red wine has always been your favorite drink. I’m not surprised.”
“Yeah, you shouldn’t be.” He took a sip.
I love him.
I love him so much I could die from my feelings.
It wasn’t James I wanted to be with. It was him and if only he knew how much I wanted him.
“How are you feeling?” I got closer to him and sat down beside him. “Do you feel fine?”
“I’m perfectly alright, if you are asking.”
I can’t believe his depression is coming back. Whatever triggered his anger must have taken a toll on him.
When Ash was 8 years old, he ran across the dead body of his best friend in a swimming pool.
He stood in front of the pole barefooted with his best friend’s blood changing the color of his pool.
Ash stood for a minute and froze. About five minutes later, Ash screamed at the top of his lungs.
His sharp cry resonated through the mansion, and his eyes filled with blood. His best friend, Ishvah, had just died in a swimming pool and some of his organs split.
Since then, whenever Ash was in a deep rage, he was someone else, went berserk and destroyed whatever he set his eyes on. And our parents had to take him to the therapist to check up on him.
He was on meds. His anger, depression and anxiety dissolved for a bit. Since then, we were all instructed to always put on smiling faces around him.
Ash isn’t a fury freak, so I acted casually around him and didn’t fake my emotions.
A few years passed, we all got used to it and forgot about his anger issues.
Yet, I wouldn’t call his issue a dangerous one.
I would say that witnessing his friend being murdered at the swimming pool 9 years ago still traumatizes him.
And whenever something comes up and perks at his emotions, he lets his anger lead him.
He did the same thing to my mother, and since then, I hated leaving his side. I comforted him and used him to comfort me.
“I’m talking about what is wrong with you. Are you sure nothing is bothering you anymore?”
“Why? I feel fine. Don’t worry about me, Violet. Go to sleep.”
I dropped the next question I planned to ask him, but I didn’t want to make the both of us awkward. So, I kept quiet and patted his shoulder.
I laid down on the bed beside him and covered myself with a blanket. “It’s been so long since we slept like this. Reminds me of when we were kids.” I laughed.
“Yeah.” He added and slid into bed with me and hugged me. His face was slightly touching my breasts. “It’s been so long, Violet.”
“You still reek of alcohol. Aren’t you going to brush your mouth before sleeping?”
“I’m good.” He mumbled.
“Are you sure?” I asked and kissed him on his head.
“Yeah.” He murmured.
I sniffed for a second and looked at his rough hair falling across his face. “Ash, are you going to be in a rut soon?!”
He was asleep.
That was fast. How could he fall asleep so fast when he just laid down on the bed?
I smiled and hugged him so I could sleep, too.
We both had a long day.
I was soundly sleeping when I heard muffled sounds.
The room was dark when I tried to open my eyes and saw Ash jerking off in front of me.
He opened my legs and knelt between them, moved up to my stomach and stroked his cock.
What was he doing?
“All I need is you, Violet. I lost you once and I don’t want to lose you again.” His squishy sound increases with a loud moan. “Those breasts are so fucking hot.” He groaned. “You always make me horny. I want you so…so…much…fuck…damn.. I’m cumming…Violet.”
He sprayed his sperm all over my face. I froze and feared to move an inch. If he notices that I’m awake, I don’t know how else to react.
“Damn!” He muttered. “You always make me go crazy, Schwester.”
Schwester. Did he just call me ‘sister’ in German?
I sensed him leaving the bed and walking to the bathroom.
He stayed in there for a few seconds and came out of the bathroom. He brought my tissue along with him and cleaned me up.
I couldn’t move and watched as everything went on.
He came close to my face and cleaned up my face. He finished cleaning up everything and went back to the bathroom.
He came out of it again and lay down beside me as if nothing happened.
I forced myself to fall asleep. I was going to pretend as if what had just happened was a nightmare.
I don’t know how long I fell asleep when I heard noises. My eyes opened, and I saw Ash sitting on the bed.
I got up and saw him clenching his fist on the blankets he was using.
His clenched jaw showed how fucking furious he was.
The noises grew louder than they were. Ash furiously got out of bed and I rushed out of bed and ran after him.
We both rushed downstairs to check on what was going on.
“How dare you? Are you cheating on me again? How many Omegas will you sleep with before you get satisfied?” My mother squeaked and pushed my father away from her in a rage.
“Shut up.” My father growled. “You have everything you want. You have a perfect life. I pay for all your vacations and trips. Feed you and the kids. You live a rich life. What else do you want from me?” He roared.
“Why can’t you be faithful to me?”
“Why should I do that? Work comes first. I can’t lose a business deal because you want me to be faithful to you.”