18 ALICIA

Since my mother, my father became a cold and quite calculating man, and once he found out about his condition, he became rude and inconsiderate. I've tried to modify his behavior, but he still refuses to change. However, I haven't lost hope that he'll change as soon as he recovers and realizes that I'm his daughter.

I squirm in Elijah's arms, seeking the warmth of his body even more. After seeing his determination for me, I realized I could give him a chance. However, I have some proposals to discuss with him when I settle in his house. But I also have to be honest, he manages to ignite a certain fire within me that makes him addictive.

But my secret is what weighs on my conscience the most, and it may contrast with everything I've shown. I don't know how Elijah will react when I tell him the news. But for now, I'll enjoy being on top of him.

My eyes widened when I glimpsed the place we were entering. A large gate opens to reveal almost an entire neighborhood, but the one in the middle was the main one, a large white mansion with golden details and green, flowery gardens welcoming me.

Harold stops the car at the entrance and proceeds to open the door. I'm the first to step out, and Elijah follows, standing by my side.

"Is all of this yours?" he asks in surprise, because a single bar doesn't make as much money as to afford a luxurious villa.

"It's a family inheritance," Elijah replies. "My great-grandfather bought all this land from a man who had a car graveyard."

"And what did your grandfather do to build all of this?"

I spin around, looking around.

"I'll tell you at some point, but for now, we need to inaugurate the room."

Elijah grabs me by the waist and pulls me close to his body, smiles, and places my arms over his shoulders.

"I have a better plan."

"Better than making you mine?" He smacks my butt, and my cheeks immediately flush with embarrassment as I notice several people dressed in black looking at us.

"Stop doing that; everyone is watching us."

"No one will dare to touch a hair on you because they know they'll lose their hand."

"You're exaggerating."

"You'll know the reason soon," he gives me a small kiss on the lips. "Let's go inside; they're waiting for us."

"Who?" I ask, confused.

"My father."

Is today International Meet-the-Parents Day or something?

I look at my outfit, and I immediately regret dressing this way.

"Wait," we stop halfway. "I'm not dressed appropriately to meet your father."

"So? You're just going to say 'hello' and 'goodbye.'"

"I won't be rude, Elijah. At least let me change into something more suitable."

Elijah pouts.

"I don't want to because this clothing is easier to remove when we're in the room."

"Stop thinking about sex and take me to the room to change."

"It's just that when I have you by my side, all I can think about is having sex in every possible position."

"Eli!" I stomp my foot.

"What did you call me?" he asks with his face suddenly serious.

"You don't like it?" I ask shyly.

"Say it again," he commands.

"Eli," I comply.

"Now I'm definitely going to fuck you like never before."

Elijah lifts me over his shoulder as if I were a sack of potatoes.

"Elijah!" I giggle as we enter the grand mansion. This man is definitely unpredictable, and I love it—the explosiveness of his reactions and, above all, how much he admires my body as if I were a Miss Universe queen. "Put me down, Elijah!"

"No," he smacks my butt again, but he stops abruptly. "What the hell are you doing here?" he speaks with complete coldness.

"I came to see Dad," I hear another man's voice. "Now you're kidnapping women?"

"That's none of your business," he replies sharply.

"Elijah, please, put me down; I'm getting dizzy," I lie, but only to see who it is.

"You better not catch you lurking around here again, Michele."

"I can come whenever I want; after all, this is a family house, not for bringing your whores."

I furrow my brow and immediately squirm in Elijah's arms to get him to put me down, but he doesn't.

"You better watch out because I won't tolerate your behavior anymore," Elijah threatens.

"I'm not afraid of you, little brother," Michele speaks sarcastically. "Nice to meet you, strange woman."

Just as I was about to lift myself a bit to see who it was, Elijah takes me off his shoulder and blocks my view.

"Who was that?" I ask with curiosity.

"It's nobody important."

"Come on, Elijah," I insist. "If I'm going to live here, it's only fair that you tell me who lives here."

"I said no!" Elijah exclaims, visibly angry.

I startle and lean back a bit, surprised by his reaction. Elijah notices my confusion and quickly changes his expression.

"I'm sorry," he approaches me and pulls me close to his body again. "It's just that he gets on my nerves."

"But who is he?"

"He's my younger brother," he replies with a sigh. "And I want you to stay away from him. Promise me?"

"Alright."

"I'm serious, Alicia, that guy is not trustworthy, and I don't want him around you."

"Okay, okay, I won't go near him, but I'm not the kind of person who can't avoid having a conversation with someone."

"Then I'll lock you in my room," he smiles maliciously. "To make you mine again and again, you'll scream my name so loudly that everyone will know I'm your owner."

"Are you a nymphomaniac or something?"

"Darling, have you not seen yourself in a mirror?" Elijah's gaze roams all over my body. "You're incredibly tempting; your curves are so perfect, your smooth white skin makes me want to lick it all over, and this hair... God, this hair of yours drives me absolutely crazy, to the point that I imagine pulling it while I fuck you from behind."

Yes... my body reacts to those fiery words. Elijah will definitely be my downfall, and I'm willing to fall.