Chapter forty-four(Visitation to Albrecht family house)
Ashley
Electricity crackles down my body as he roughly takes my lips in his. I’m caught off guard, and without thinking, I instinctively clasp his shirt, seeking support as my legs start to weaken. It’s as if a switch flips in my mind. His touch has this magnetic pull, and suddenly an unfamiliar emotion begins to stir in my heart.
I gulped nervously, attempting to push myself away from him, but my efforts were futile. At that moment, a heavy sensation pooled in my panties, making me acutely aware of the stickiness between my inner thighs. I shrank within his tight grip, feeling as if a powerful wave crashed over my trembling body.
Biting down on my tongue, I desperately try to stifle the moan that’s on the verge of escaping. My nails dig into his skin, but he remains unyielding. What’s going on with him? Oh god… I can feel his boner, and just when I think things can’t get any more intense, the entrance door suddenly swings open, jolting him back to his senses.
“Sir, Damien!!” a surprised voice shrieked from behind, but he brushed off the interruption and locked eyes with me, searching for something I couldn’t quite grasp. And suddenly his forehead creased with a slight frown as he studied me, giving me a long look before clearing his throat. With a sigh, he pulled away, leaving me feeling confused and embarrassed. I tilted my head, only to see the guards still standing there, their faces turned away as if they hadn’t witnessed what just happened. Pretentious jerks!
“Sir, Damien… Welcome,” an old voice snapped me back to reality. I watched as Damien haughtily brushed past the elderly man without uttering a single word, not even a polite greeting. What an arrogant jerk!
However, I let out a sigh as I noticed the dejected expression on the man’s face, so I consciously approached him. “Good afternoon, sir,” I muttered as a greeting. Surprisingly, a sudden genuine smile appeared on his face, but he quickly corrected me, saying, “No, no, dear. I am not your sir, but merely your servant.”
And that word kind of stings, you know? Seeing those gentle smiles on his lips reminded me of my father. It was hard to hold back the tears as the memories flooded in. I swallowed hard, trying to push down the lump in my throat that felt like poison at that moment. “I… I should go inside,” I managed to say, trying to hide the pain in my heart.
“Yes, yes, this way, my dear,” the man said, motioning for me to follow. I quietly walked inside, feeling a mix of tension and curiosity.
“Please let me know if you need anything,” he said, earning a nod from me as I carefully scanned the breathtaking interior of this mansion in front of me that seemed like a slice of paradise.
The room was bathed in warm, golden sunlight that streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a soft glow on everything it touched. The walls were adorned with intricate floral wallpaper, adding a touch of elegance and charm.
And at the centerpieces of the sitting room was a grand, plush sofa in a rich shade of velvet. It beckoned me to sink into its luxurious embrace, with its abundance of plump cushions and intricately carved wooden legs. And thankfully, Damien seems not to be looking at me at that moment as I gape like a local puppy. The coffee table in front of the sofa is a work of art, made of polished marble with delicate patterns etched into its surface.
As I looked around, my eyes were drawn to the exquisite chandelier hanging from the ceiling. It sparkled and shimmered, casting a gentle cascade of light and shadow across the sitting room. The cold, velvety titles under my feet felt like walking on a cloud, its deep pile inviting me to take off my shoes and revel in their comfort.
Honestly, the room was adorned with tasteful artwork, carefully selected to complement the overall aesthetic. Paintings of serene landscapes and vibrant flowers adorned the walls, adding a touch of natural beauty to the space. At the end of the sitting room was a bookshelf filled with leather-bound classics that stood in one corner, inviting me to curl up and lose myself in the world of literature.
However, at the other corner of the room, there was a small nook dedicated to relaxation. A cozy armchair was placed next to a window overlooking a lush garden, inviting me to sit back, enjoy the view, and unwind with a good book or a cup of tea. It was a truly enchanting space that made me feel like I had stepped into a dream.
I was still in awe of the art pieces in front of me when all of a sudden, a loud scream of excitement echoed through the sitting room, almost deafening me and capturing our attention. It came from the spiral staircase behind us, and we couldn’t help but turn to see what was happening.
“See my baby boy……!!!”
“Mrs. Caterina!” Damien exclaimed. My confusion grew as I watched him dart forward like an excited child and envelop the old woman in a tight embrace.Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.
“Mrs. Caterina,” I repeated the name in my head several times, my confusion growing as I looked back at them. I hadn’t heard that name before, and it definitely wasn’t his mother’s name. She didn’t even resemble the Mrs. Albrecht they displayed on social media or television. So, if not his mother, who could this woman be? His aunt, perhaps?
“You’ve grown, it’s been five years, son,” I heard her say, tears welling up in her eyes as she reached out to touch him, examining his appearance. But what really caught my attention was the genuine smile on Damien’s face, sending a quick shock wave down my bone marrow.
“You left home and you didn’t bother to check up,” she said, playfully stroking his cheeks as Damien burst into laughter, deepening my confusion. With a smile, he handed her the bouquet of roses. Is this some kind of movie? Does this demon really laugh like that? Different thoughts raced through my head all at once as I continued watching them in nothing but confusion, especially Damien.
“You know that’s not true, I do call,” he quickly defended, and they both burst into laughter. I could hear the woman’s giggles too. It seemed like they were in their own little world, completely forgetting that I was standing there.
Well, I couldn’t help the feeling of being neglected so I cleared my throat. And that’s when a sudden silence envelops the room as their giggles and laughter quickly die down, pulling their attention toward my direction. I watched in nervousness as the wrinkled old woman’s face twisted into a frown as she looked me up and down. “And who is this young pretty lady standing over there?” she asked, her voice filled with curiosity.