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I ignore her and walk out to the kitchen. The cup with the hot chocolate still sits on the table, reminding me of the look on Sasha's face and her touch. The hand she held pricks me with tingling sensations. I have held many women before, but none has given me that feeling. None of them made my heart flutter and shake my conviction. Why her? Of all people, I shouldn't feel anything for her.
The sound of thunder resonates in my tiny guard house unit. A flash of lightning reflected through the glass window. I pause when a silhouette appears at the window again. "Sasha?" I want to run to her, but Anya suddenly screams.Fuck!
“Can you fuck me now, Master? Please,” Anya begs as soon as I enter the bedroom. Her smile shows her desperation.
"She's here," I tell her while taking out the suction cups. Anya clings to me and locks her lips on mine while she dances to the flowing pressure from her erogenous spots. I push her and repeat, "She's here. Get dressed and act as you should."
“That fatso? What the hell is she doing here?”
She’s not a fatso.But correcting Anya will be a slap on my face. I called Sasha that from the moment I knew of her existence. "Just act as you should," I say with a glare.
The rain pours harder when I walk out of the bedroom. Sasha moves nearer to the window to avoid the splatters. Her eyes widen when she sees me looking at her. Shock fills them after seeing Anya beside me. I look at Anya and frown.Damn it. She only wears an oversized shirt over her catsuit. When Sasha catches my eyes again, she grins a little and turns around.
“Sasha,” I rush out of the house and stop her from leaving in the rain. She faces me but looks away after looking at Anya again. “It’s raining.”
"I'm sorry. I came at the wrong time," she raises a paper bag and adds, "I just want to return this. Thank you again."
“Wait. She’s my sister,” Sasha stops after I lie. She looks at Anya and slightly raises her eyebrow. “M-my foster sister.”
Anya walks behind me and giggles. Before I can warn her with a glare, she slides in front of me and offers her hand to Sasha. "I'm Anya, Gabriel's foster sister," her introduction still doesn't erase the doubt on Sasha's face. "Don't mind the outfit. I'm a strip dancer in a club a few miles from here. Somebody found me and dragged me out."
Sasha looks at me with her eyebrows still curved.
One corner of Anya's lips forms a grin before she tells about how I convinced her to explore her true potential. Somehow, Anya spoke the truth. I did tell her she could do more and offered her a job – to be my pet. That is her true talent. Also, I need somebody to help me train myself to become a demon, and Anya accepts the job for the right amount.
After a few years, Anya proved her loyalty to me. So, I told her my true identity and my plans. She is the only one who knows I'm Gabriel Petrovich and the plans I have for the person who ruined my family and my life. But right now, she's about to mess everything up for me.
“Is she the new girl?” Anya rolls her eyes at Sasha before teasing me with a smile. “The new fatso?”
Sasha's face pales after hearing Anya's insult. I'm surprised when she suddenly snickers, putting Anya and me in a puzzle. “Fatso? That’s so old and a term used by insecure older girls,” Sasha responds with a confident smile. She looks at me and back to Anya. “I don’t care what you people say, but I’m okay with my size. I’m a BBW. If you can’t deal with it, close your eyes.”
Sasha raises the bag with my stuff and throws it at me. She holds her chin high before flashing a proud smile. I shake my head in amusement at her composure. She isn't comfortable making friends or being in a crowd. Hence, I assumed her to be a diffident one – like many women of her size. But she's fiercer than I expected. Sasha is a wallflower not because she lacks the self-confidence to be friendly but because she desires a world of her own. One that is far removed from what her father had constructed for her.
"Can you believe the confidence of this one, Ga . . . ?" Anya choked before my real name could slip from her tongue.
“Shut up, Anya,” I warn and walk closer to Sasha. Her cheeks slowly develop some blush as I face her. “I’ll walk you back.”
Sasha is about to answer when Anya suddenly cuts in, “Come on, Ethan. This isn’t high school anymore. You can’t go out with another fatso and be a laughingstock again.”
Sasha freezes and fixes her eyes on me with shock when I hold her hand. I turn to Anya to say, "Shut up, Anya," before leading Sasha away.
Chapter Three
Sasha
I pull my hand from Ethan's hold after we reach a shed. Coldness covers my hand and slowly swarms all over me. A feeling of nothingness rushes through my fingertips – urging me to hold his warm hand and feel safe once more.
Though I handled that Anya woman, deep inside, I was shaking – desperate for somebody to whisk me away before I caved into the humiliation. I don't usually react that way when some people insult me. Well, Anya is the first to say it to my face, but I've had people insult me with their stares. I usually ignore them as I have no confidence to confront them. But I didn't want to look weak in front of Ethan.A baby.I still remember what he called me. Ignoring Anya’s insult will only make me a pitiful baby.
“I can walk on my own. I’m not a baby,” I can’t stop myself from pouting. “Just go back to that Anya woman.”
“I’m sorry for what I did this afternoon. I panicked.”Panicked?Ethan looks at me with hesitation before answering the obvious question in my eyes. "When I saw you through the window, y-your lips, I wanted to kiss you. But you are too young for me."
He only says about two sentences, but dozens of thoughts cross my mind. Kiss me? My lips? Why would he kiss me? I'm fat; he's gorgeous; tons of women are probably after him – including Anya. If he kissed me, how would it feel? It'll be my first kiss. Where will it lead? He can't kiss me! My father can kill him for that. Too young for him? He’s not too old for me.
"And when you held my hand, I thought of it again. And I was afraid that the third time I think about kissing you, I might end up doing it," Ethan takes a step closer to me. His eyes fix on my lips as if forcing them to open with his stare.
My heart is suddenly on fire as his icy eyes remain on my lips. Heat wraps my every muscle, making me unable to move an inch. More thoughts spring into my head, but my high excitement blurs each of them. All I can think about is having my first kiss with a man who makes my heart flutter and encourages me to think of having a happy ever after.
