Chapter 10: Chapter 10

When she arrived at the mansion, she collapsed on the bed and was quickly dragged into drowsiness. It's exhausting to eat after eating and not gain weight. That was far too unjust for her. She was deep in her sleep when she felt the hot breath on her cheek. She wanted to open her eyes, but she was too addicted to that person's smooth scent, whoever it was.

"You are mine and mine alone, princess."

She was tickled even though it was only a whisper. What is this person's name? She wished to open her eyes, but her mind was sleepy. She felt something brush against her lips. Is she being kissed? Is this another wet dream like the one she had when she was drunk? If that's the case, she doesn't want to break this kiss.

She appeared to be fantasizing about wrapping her hand around the neck of the person kissing her. She was still surprised by his reaction and wanted to wake up to ask her why she had stopped, but her eyes did not have the strength to open, so she turned it closer to her and voluntarily kissed it.

"Aahhhh!" she screamed as it seized her chest. Why does she seem so genuine? "Hmm ..."

She relaxed, and her embrace tightened even more. The previously gentle kiss became deeper and more passionate. She bit her lip so hard that it fell to her neck and bit it slightly. The sensation it gave her tickled her.

"Please..." she didn't know what she wanted as long as it just came out of her mouth. her body was searching for something, and she appeared to be feverish.

"Sorry, princess, not now..." he said quietly before walking away.

AS THEIR parents said their goodbyes, Amara nodded angrily. They are going to America on business and will be able to stay for a while because they will be organizing a new branch of their family business.

"It's fine, baby; you don't seem to be accustomed to us not leaving your Daddy."

They were on the veranda, eating lunch. "Daddy is the only one who is leaving; you're mostly in the Philippines."

"Well, honey, we're going on a second honeymoon——" her mother laughed.

"Ewws!" she exclaimed quickly, "You two are eww!"

They laughed at what she said, as if they were in love and couldn't get enough of each other.

Except for Azael, who has his own life and is rarely seen, they all eat together that noon. She had no idea if Azael was still alive and well.

"Don't worry, honey, I already told Azael to always come home so you don't get bored here in the mansion," her father said.

She stopped eating and turned away from them. "Ah eh ... It's fine, Dad, that Azael isn't here. I can handle it myself. ”

"Now that you've mentioned it, I'm even more skeptical of your response. No, is my response. Then say hello to your brother. I'm always noticing you arguing. You both grew up to become dogs and cats.”

She stretched out her snout and resumed eating. Is it her fault that he constantly fights and mocks her? She is a thoughtful child.

"Because my brother..."

"What?" her brother asked, emerging with a bouquet of sunflowers for their mother. She was taken aback by its mushroom-like presence. "Happy 28th Wedding Anniversary, Mom and Dad," it said as it kissed their parents on the cheek.

She was astounded and perplexed by what she discovered. She completely forgot about their parents' anniversary! She jumped to her feet and dashed over to them, carrying a plate of food. It's too good to pass up. She hadn't been able to get close enough to kiss them because her plate had already flown away.

"Oh my God!" she exclaimed. She did not stumble on purpose.

"Amara!" their mother exclaimed, her mouth agape.

"God, hija!" exclaimed their father.

"Fuck!" exclaimed Si Azael.

"Happy Anniversary to you," she winced, resting broadly. And, despite falling like a frog on the floor, she still greeted their parents. When she saw the food on her brother's clothes, she immediately stood up.

Is she in possession of a deed?

"You're really clumsy, Amara!" He's enraged, and the vein tendon all over its neck is coming out with great restraint. In one hand, he held the crockery. Fortunately, it did not break, but their dishes would be reduced.

“What? Did I do it? " she inquired innocently. It didn't respond, instead walking straight inside. "Brother, do you mind washing my plate as well?"

Their mother nearly choked on laughter, and when it subsided, she confronted her. "I'm sorry about your sister, honey."

"I didn't do anything wrong, Mommy."

Their father simply shook his head and continued to eat. While she returned to her seat and resumed eating as if nothing had happened. The relish is safe to consume.

Their parents had left, leaving her alone in the Legrand mansion with another maid with whom she couldn't communicate. Except for the butler, everyone avoids her as if she were a brat. She doesn't have any friends who can be said to sleep over because she doesn't have any sober friends. Azael hasn't appeared since she stuffed it with food. What does it matter? she can handle herself, and she'll be fine without it.

She awoke in her bed that night while watching a movie. She had a thought about what she could do. Her eyes sparkled as she smiled. She's out and about! That's correct. She doesn't do it because their parents are strict, and she'll be eighteen next year, so it's fine. No one will know except her and her. She laughed and quickly showered.

She'd just drink juice, socialize, and talk. 'He wore the dress she measured at the mall. She can only get up in pants, blouses, and hoodies because that's all she has in her closet.

She applied light makeup and wore her hair in a messy bun. She didn't know how to improve her appearance, but she looked human in those moments. Perfect! She can now flirt. She laughed at her own rage, but she wouldn't. She has high expectations!

She was kicked by her feet in a decent Makati bar. It was only her first year of school when she drew the attention of some of the people who were socially drinking and talking. She smiled at her head. So this is the standard? She was feeling particularly lovely that night. She sat in the front and asked for a drink in an artistic manner.

"Hello, one pineapple juice and one chicken joy like Jollibee, you remember Jollibee? Jollibee is a big bee with a strange smile and big eyes like you. Plus, carbonara and a large pizza... And lechon manok," she acted very fluent and social while saying that to the barista. He spoke to a man who was stunned and unable to speak. His eyes just blinked, as if he didn't know what to say to her. "Ma'am ..."

"Yes?"

"We are not fast food, and my eyes are not big. This is what we offer; feel free to substitute something else. " It then left her after the menu was handed to her. It shifted its focus to cleaning glasses.

"OK, no!" She turned around and decided to leave and go to another bar. She went straight to the juice counter. She knew what she was going to say this time because she didn't want to be embarrassed.

"Here's a welcome drink for you, madam."

She was perplexed. "Who give it?"

The waiter winked at the bartender who was mixing the wine. Oh, she saw it in the movie. Ethan? Wait, she's not Joy, and she doesn't appear to be looking for work as a waitress. She wasn't quite ready to choose; Is it love or dreams? No! She walked away quickly.

She went into a famous, cozy, and expensive nightclub for the third time. She sat at the counter and ordered pineapple juice, which she quickly swallowed before adding more. It was simple for her to enter because she didn't appear minor.

"Hey, you alone?" said a tall, handsome man. He was carrying two champagne glass that she recognized as wine.

"Yeah, do you care?" she asked, staring at it.

It chuckled. "Calm down, sweetie. I notice you're having a bad day." he extended the goblet he was holding to her.

She declined and drank her juice as directed. It's very pleasant here. She could see various colors, the music was loud, and someone was dancing in the center, but she was uninterested. She just stood there staring at the people dancing.

What time is it exactly? It was almost midnight when she checked her phone. She shook her head. Okay, she'll be there at home in 15 minutes. She now understands what it's like to be in such places.

"What makes you so lovely?"

She cocked her brow at the man. She was curious as to why it resembled kapre and tikbalang. Nobody was drawn to her brother's appearance. When she remembered Azael, she was taken aback. Oh, it wouldn't know, so she just took her juice again, complacently. She drank it slowly, taking in the power of the music.

She was about to leave when she noticed her eyes spinning and her entire face heating up. What the heck is going on? She appeared to be getting hot, which was unusual for her. Is there anything wrong with the pineapple juice I was drinking, she wondered?

"Are you all right?"

When she looked at him, she could see the reflection of his smile, as if she had other plans. She rose quickly to leave the area, but sank into its chest. She pushed it away, but it tightened its grip on her, and her body was searching for something she didn't know. She requires assistance.

When the stranger caressed her cheek, she heated up. Why does she appear to enjoy its caresses? Even though she didn't want to, her body responded.

She dragged it onto the dance floor and started dancing to the boisterous and loud music. During those times, she felt nothing but pleasure and highness. Even though she was dizzy, it appears that all of the energy in her body was released.

"This is life!"

Don't worry, Sunday is coming up, and she'll just sleep all day. She's going to have a great time today! Her body moved in time with the music as the man almost hugged her and swallowed her whole. She held the wine in her other hand and handed it to her to drink, and she drank it without complaint.

"How bitter!"

Amara, on the other hand, preferred the bitter taste. She just kept dancing and dancing, and her body got even hotter. She was looking for something but had no idea what it was. She wasn't surprised when the man pulled her and guided her from where she was. She just followed him out, laughing, but she was surprised when someone grabbed her hand.

"Damn, Amara!" was the exact word she heard, but her vision was failing.

She sagged to one side. She could see the two men fighting in front of her, but she just laughed. She desired to return to the dancefloor, and she did so. She quickly approached the stage and climbed up there while they were punching each other and no one cared.

"Party-party!" Everyone yelled at her when she began dancing daringly while the 'Senorita' song played in the background. She swayed her body gracefully, and who would have guessed that someone like her could dance?

He was about to undress when she felt a tug on her waist. She was immediately asked to leave the area.

She was already in the car when she heard the man beside her curse several times. She laughed and was forced to caress the cheek of a man whose name she didn't even know.

"Hey, baby, you seem agitated." she moved her body closer to it. "Hmm, don't be."

"Come on, Mara. Fuck! You're drunk," she said angrily, shaking her shoulders. "You scared the living daylights out of me, you brat!"

What gives this man this voice? "You sound like my brother," she said again, laughing. "However, I don't recall ever giving you a name. Hey, Mr. Hot, could you please take me home?"

It made no response. She gradually removed her clothes. She is becoming overheated and wishes to take a shower.

"What are you doing, Amara?"

"Shhh ..." she approached the man and kissed her without saying anything. When it didn't move and turned into a statue, she laughed. her hand immediately moved to its chest and felt. Ah shit! "Can I call you... baby?" she asked, lightly biting its chin. "Take me."

"Mara, please stop!" But there was no power in its voice or the depth of its breath.

Stop? She wished she could laugh. Nope. Not until her body receives what it desires. She undressed completely, exposing her healthy breasts. She didn't care at the time, but she wished she could reach out to someone and cool her body down. She believe she will die..

"I want you..." she mumbled.

Amara felt her body collapse on the soft bed next. Instead of walking away, the man hugged and kissed her.

"Not so quickly, baby."

She wanted to laugh, but Azael's very handsome face was visible in her blurred vision. She caressed his smooth cheek with a passionate kiss, caressing it without restraint. When it responded, she moaned and felt her exposed chest. Shoot. In search of.

"Oh, yeah!" She exclaimed as its lip slid from her neck to her chest. She was struck on the head and bit her lower lip.

She sighed as the tickling sensation engulfed her and began to adore her two breasts. She savors the tickle she feels and laughs. Shit. This is fantastic. She didn't want it to be over.

"Azael..." came out of her mouth all of a sudden.

The man was stunned and repeatedly depreciated and stopped. “Damn! This is not right. Fuck!" It took a step away from her. "Not right now, princess..."

She opened her eyes to find dim light all around her and it standing in the distance. "Why?" she asked, disgusted.

"Get some rest, princess. You're inebriated, and... "

She abruptly stood up and slammed the door. "If you refuse, I'll look for another man. Bye! "

"No way!"

Yayy! When it pulled her and she slumped back on the bed, she secretly laughed. He rushed up to her and kissed her.

"Not happening. You are completely mine. I'll fucking kill anyone who tries to take you away from me. Amara, you're mine. You're mine."

He jumped and his head fell to both of her thighs. He had unknowingly removed her lacy panty and replaced it with his worldly tongue. Shit! What exactly does it do?!

She moaned repeatedly and tugged at his hair. She believes she is insane! Her body heats up even more, and she feels something coming from within her. She exhaled a sigh. She didn't know what the stranger was doing to her pearl, but she liked it and would be lost if it stopped.

"Oh, yeah, baby... Ahh!"

Its tongue licked her femininity in particular, and it slowly curled around. She was slightly crushed as her finger began to enter her. It hurts, but the savor is more dominant due to the worship of its tongue.

"Are you ready?" It came to a halt and whispered to her.

"Ready for what?" she inquired innocently.

He simply stroked her cheek and undressed in front of her. Its six-pack abs and ferocious pet make it stand out. It carved small kisses down her neck, between her two breasts, and down to her abdomen.

"I suppose you're ready, princess..."

She was so close to its neck that their bodies were perfectly aligned. She was in excruciating pain. She couldn't help but cry, but she managed because she was high at the time.

“Fuck! I apologize, princess... I apologize... " He kissed her as she gently transitioned his manhood into her womanhood.

Her grip on his neck tightened as time passed, and in order for her to stop crying, he kissed her and touched both of her breasts.

"I'll be gentler... Sorry, princess, but I have to hurt you... But I'll kiss the pain away."

Amara's world was turned upside down when her nails dug into the back of it. The agony and pain were replaced by grunts and a tickling relish that she had never experienced before in her life.