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Max and Felicia lay on the bed, exhausted and out of breath. Felicia stared at the ceiling with a sly smile plastered across her face. She smirked as sceneries played in her head and she snickered contentedly.

Max, on the other hand, felt guilt banging in his chest as he thought of what they both had just done. He felt like it was wrong for him to allow himself to be seduced by Felicia, as she was madly in love with Adrian. One part of him knew he wasn't in the wrong as Adrian hadn't shown any interest in Felicia. He slowly turned his head to see Felicia smiling and staring at the ceiling. He breathed a sigh of relief as he realized she didn't regret it. Maybe she was over Adrian. Because if she had come to him just to relieve her of the pain of not being acknowledged by the one she loved, that would have made him feel like crap.

"What are you thinking about?" Felicia turned around to ask, his naked body pressing against him.

Max stiffened his body as he felt her warm body against his. He didn't want to be distracted once more.

"Nothing really," he answered.

"Doesn't look so to me," she argued.

"Well, why did you come to me?" he asked

"Thought you'd never ask," she gave a half smile.

Max knew there was a catch to this, looking at her facial expression. He immediately regretted falling into her trap. He knew Felicia right from when she was a child. She didn't just do things that wouldn't favor her. She wouldn't do something as huge as this if she wouldn't gain from it.

"I'm listening," he responded.

"Just be my secret lover," she said and slid her hands down his shaft.

Max but his lips as he tried desperately to resist the growing bulge he was having.

"Can you just stop?" he pleaded.

"Not until you agree to me," she declined.

"Let's talk about this," he said, his bulge already in its full size.

"What more do we need to talk about," Felicia frowned and turned around. Before Max could understand what she was doing, she slid his manhood into her wetness.

"Fuck," Max gasped and drew her to him.

"Is that a yes?" Felicia asked, grinding slowly

"Yeah," he said and held her waist to be in control.

*

Adrian's POV

I had just lay down on the bed after showering when I heard a knock at the door. Who could it be? It was late and I hadn't ordered anyone to come to my room.

"Who is it?" I asked.

"Amanda," the voice responded.

Amanda? What was she doing here by this time? Is there a problem? The light was switched off so there was no way one would see her face. But being an Alpha, I had the eyesight of an eagle.

Before I could make out any words to respond, she let herself into the room. She wore a night dress that revealed more than necessary. It was odd, but I didn't feel enticed by her. There would be plenty of room to think about it. But for now, I have to find out why she would come to my room by this time of the night.

"Is Aunt Matilda okay?" I asked the first question that popped into my head.

"Yes. She's fine," she answered.

"Well, then what brings you here?" I asked, making my voice sound as uninterested as it could be.

"Well, I can't seem to sleep in my room," she replied, making her voice sound innocent.

"What do you mean you can't sleep in your room? Didn't you like how the maids prepared it?" I asked, confused at this point.

If she didn't like the decorations of the maid, she should have said so from the beginning. Why would she have to come to my room by this time of the night?

"It's not that either," she answered

"Then what is it?" I asked

"I'm scared of being alone. Can I stay here for tonight please?" she asked.

I felt a pain in my head. How could she stoop so low to do this? I thought my aunt had finally found a decent girl who wouldn't fake being herself. I wasn't the least interested in her, but she could have done better. This trick was old by the way.

"I'm sorry, you can't," I said

"Why?" she asked, raising her brows

Before I could mutter another word, the door to the bathroom opened and Mila walked out, a towel draped around her body. She had water dripping from her hair as she dried it with a towel. I would swear she looked so damn hot with that simple gesture. My eyes went down from her straight white legs to her breasts that were peeking out through the towel, up to her shoulders and her neck. I stared at her lips and wanted to devour them at the slightest chance I got. She seemed to have noticed me drooling as she frowned and hissed.

"Hello," she said, louder than necessary and that seemed to do the trick, I broke from my trance and stared at Amanda.

Amanda gave me a weird look as if waiting for me to explain myself. Damn right, I would. I needed Amanda out of the room so I could have a taste of Mila as soon as possible.

"Umm..hi. Why are you using his bathroom?" Amanda asked

"What do you mean? Who are you?" Mila asked, her face contorted in confusion as she couldn't see a thing.

"Sorry. You must be one of the women that warms his bed right?" Amanda commented.

I felt my blood boil at the remark. What gave her the audacity to speak to Mila that way? I didn't know why I was angry, but I didn't like the fact that someone spoke to Mila in such an inappropriate manner.

"Amanda, please don't speak to her like that. I won't tolerate it," I warned.

Amanda seemed to be surprised by my outburst as she stared at me in shock.

Mila ignored us and went over to dry her hair.

"I think you need to leave," I said and gave her an icy look.

"You're chasing me out?" she asked.

"And I don't want to ever see you ten feet from my bedroom door, or you'll pay for it," I said.

She gave me a stern look before leaving.

I turned to Mila with an apologetic expression.

"I'm sorry about that," I said.

"Don't you ever say that to me," she said coldly.