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Ahh . . . good to be back . . .
I didn’t know how long I remained unconscious. I checked myself, being careful not to rush things in my brain, for it was still pounding hard.
When my body’s internal organs became stable, I slowly rose to my feet and sauntered towards the pictures plastered on the wall with a smile on my face.
My darkroom saves me yet again!
I caressed the only framed picture hanging on the wall where a tall boy had a grin on his face while he bent his body, staring at the chubby little girl who was pouting as if she was arguing. Yet she had a smile on her face.
“Oh, Zhander ~ I can’t wait to see you. Tehehehehe.”
I wrinkled my nose, and my forehead creased. It was an automatic alarm that someone entered the private elevator into my unit without my consent.
I tossed one long glanced at my darkroom before I got out and locked it tight.
Any presence of my brother inside my unit was long gone now.
He must have gone back to Leanna’s side.
I snickered as different naughty thoughts played in my mind.
My senses tingled at the approaching ripples in the air. Before I could even see the face of the trespasser, my fist made its way to his face.
It was a good thing my hand stopped midway at the sight of those striking violet eyes.
How did he get inside?
My brother wouldn’t. He clearly wanted to kill him.
I gave him an access card to my unit.
I wanted to tell him the good news, but his urgent kiss stopped me as he pinned me on the wall.
I kind of love this unrestrained dominant side of his.
Then an idea popped in my head. I wanted to pretend to have still lost my memories. After all, Zhander turned aggressive and lustful when I was acting hard to get.
It was a good thing he was concentrating on ravishing my mouth and didn’t notice the quirked of my lips, forming a mischievous smile.
“S-stop . . .”
It was a good thing he didn’t notice the slight sing-song of my voice.
I have to make my voice more brittle and soft.
It took a lot of self-control on my part not to return his kisses. And when his hands released mine to undress me –– I pushed him and sprinted away.
Come and eat me!
I giggled to myself as I ran to my room.
“Estela . . .”
I glimpsed at him upon hearing his strained voice. I noticed he was limping while his hand clasped his stomach.
I bit my lip to hold a whimper upon seeing his sorry state.
I cursed my brother many times in my head before slamming the door shut. But of course, I didn’t lock it.
I pressed my tongue against my inner cheek. Thinking fast on where I wanted my first time to be. Toilet, where the steamy hot spring awaits. The closet, where all my hidden weapons and toys were carefully placed. The solid wood of the study table, the exhibitionist window play, the uncomfortable couch, or the classic warm, cozy bed.
Tehehehehe~! There’s so much to choose from.
Creak . . .
The door opened and came in Zhander. Although his expression was hurt, his eyes, however, didn’t waver one bit on what he was about to do.
Limping, he sauntered to me, and for a moment, I stood there, lost in his handsome face.
I snapped out of it when I remembered I was supposed to act hard to get.
I made up my mind and circled the bed to corner myself.
“Estela . . .”
As expected, Zhander cut the route of my escape by circling the bed. He was meters away in front of me, and the only means of escape was to hover over the bed to the other side, which of course, I did and pretended to stumble on the mattress so he could catch me.
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