“Life is unfair.” That’s what she’d used to think about everytime and that was what was happening to her right now. Everytime life kept throwing challenges that she would never overcome to her and when she thought life was going smoothly, she ended in a big white horror manor. Why does life chose to be unfair for her? She might have not be good girl bit…
“C’mon Jasira, I bet that dough is crying of being thumped too much.” Amy’s voice pulled Jasira out of her never ending thoughts.
“That’s if it could talk only.” She winked and stuck out her tongue which made Amy shook her head with a laugh on her face.
Jasira shrugged off from her contagious laugh before she focused on the over-flatten dough. They were competing on who could made the best chocolate cookies, Amy suggested for some reasons she doesn’t know. She was not even in the mood to think about it. She glanced at the over flatten her dough, she really flattened it more than normal, she thought adding extra dough to it.
“But are you okay?” Amy’s concerned voice filled the kitchen after series of silence.
Jasira lips flattened with a weak smile understanding what she meant. It has been five days since Amy found her in her room, out of breath, with stained cum in between her legs and bruised arsehole, she still got goosebumps thinking about that day.
But on the bright side, she hadn’t seen Alejandro since that day neither have she ran across him and to crown her luck, he never sent for her either and since none of this happen, it was her best moment in the manor and she was going to enjoyed it.
“I’m fine.” She shrugged her shoulder and winked at her. Amy stared at her for a while with raised brow unconvinced at her reaction but shrugged the topic off which Jasira was very greatly for. She was not comfortable talking about her sex life with another person especially how fucked up it was. Amy was a nice person but she won’t want her to keep looking at her like a whore around the house.
“Remember the bet?” Amy grinned changing the topic, her devilish grin made Jasira chuckled.
“You just remind me one million reason I should win this bet.” Jasira,
“Let’s see if you can beat me and I will__
Jasira had zone out before she could complete her sentence. Thirteen years old her had always been excited during weekend. She got to bake different type of cookies with her mother. It has been their tradition. Chatting and laughing as they baked hile her father and brother watched tv but then the anonymous assassin killed her father and brother.
No matter how her mother tried to hide it, there were no zeal to continue the tradition, she found solace in drugs and before she could discover, her mother had mental illness. She missed her family. She blinked back the tears in her eyes and focused on the circle shape she was making on the dough.
The hair on her back stood up abruptly alerting her of danger. The scents she had got use to within a month lingered through her nose and weakened her body.
Spicy, cigarette-like scent and now its missed with a tiny faint smell of alcohol. It had been five days she had last seen him and she enjoyed every moment but it all felt like a dream to her immediately she caught sniff of his scent.
Her legs stayed glue on the ground unable to turn at him, her skin prickled, goosebumps raising like sentinels against an unseen foe. A tremor, a shudder, coursed through her body, betraying the inner turmoil that waged within. She was very familiar with this feeling, fear! She swallowed the lump in her lung, her breath dropping second by second he stayed behind her.
“Good morning, boss.” Amy greeted with a courtesy and a small bow immediately she sighted him confirming Jasira doubt.
Amy snapped her head toward Jasira, shocked at the fact that she refused to acknowledge Alejandro, she expected her to greet him so he could leave them alone but she only stared at the dough with eyes bulged out and pale lips.
She moved closer to her and hit her with her knees but she refused to look up from the dough, her fear radiated through her body and she could feel every ounce of it.
Jasira got the information Amy was trying to pass to her but why was her body not reacting to the message? She remained still with her hands buried in the dough and her gaze fixed on her white knuckles.
Bile rose to her throat at the thought of her facing Alejandro, she felt a tiny throbbed at her ass and quickly pushed it away.
“Baby girl.” Her breathed hooked. She clamped her knee together. His voice was a like tickling bomb. Dripping of warning. Why did he called her like that? So firm that it made her heart fluttered even when she was scared of him.
She hated that name, that voice and everything about him. Face him! Greet him so he can leave you alone. The tiny voice in her head screamed at her yet her body refused to yield to it.
“Jasira.” His voice came out low. Vibrating through her own body. It was low yet sound like echo in her head.
Her body finally yield to the voice in her head and she slowly turn. Her droopy sad eyes met with the stormy blue eyes that had angry waves rolling through them.
Her eyes roved around him studying him, he leaned lazily on the door frame, his hand was crossed on his chest with his eyes pinned strongly on her. Even though his position was meant to be casual instead he looked like a tickling bomb.
“My Lord.” Her voice trembled as she greet him while avoiding his cold gaze.
Alejandro leaned away from the door frame and dropped his hand. He dipped them into his pockets.
His eyes caught some tiny flour on the apron she wore and some on her face. His eyes dropped to the dough on the table and he shook his head, she was getting bolder to the extent if baking in his kitche. He pushed the thought away as he leveled his gaze on her.
“Are you avoiding me?” He knew she had been avoiding him for five days and he decide to let her enjoy the freedom she seeked, donding it that she was the heir to her father’s empire messed his head that he needed time to strategized another plan and now he was ready.
Jasira glanced at the flip-flop he had on upon hearing his question. Yes, because I hate your gut and I didn’t want to looked at your surprisedly gorgeous blue eyes. The words was at the tip of tongue, begging to be released and one thing she could never forgive herself for was thinking that his eyes were gorgeous. She pushed the words down her throat and swallowed her saliva to greased her dried throat.
“Maybe I was.”
Shit! That was also not the fucking right answer. She bite her inner cheek and peeked at Alejandro, asmall smirk tip at his lips and he stared coldly at her.
“Or maybe I was not.” The words slipped out of her mind before she could realized. Jasira! She yelled mentally. Why can’t she resist every words her brain threw at her?
She felt a little pinched at her thigh and glanced down to see Amy pinching her.
“Apologize quickly, Jasira.” She whispered only to her hearing.
Yes, she should apologize but the words refused to came out of her body until Alejandro started approaching her.
“I am really__
“Don’t!” He barked at her with his hand in the air.