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Felicia grabbed Mila's hand and gave Morticia a sweet smile.

"I'm sorry to interrupt you, but it's getting late and we would like to return to the palace now," Felicia said and smiled.

"Sorry for keeping you here for quite some time. Hope you understand?" Morticia asked.

"I do. It's your job after all," Felicia replied, although something wasn't cheerful in her voice.

"We can catch up some other time yeah," Morticia asked.

Felicia nodded and dragged Mila out of there.

Once they were out the door, Felicia sighed and walked on.

"The palace isn't far from here," Felicia said

Mila didn't understand what was wrong but treaded on behind. She didn't want to engage in any form of conversation with Felicia as she was already in a sour mood.

After her discussion with Morticia, she realized her life was more complicated than she had imagined it would be. She felt a jolt of confusion in her. She didn't know what to do anymore. Who could she trust and who couldn't she?

Once they entered the palace, Felicia turned around and clicked her tongue.

"You're not out stealing people's men, now you're also clinging to their friends?" she asked.

Mila gasped

"Excuse you?" she blinked.

"You're excused," Felicia spoke.

"So this is what this is about? You dragged me out of there just because of your petty jealousy?"Mila questioned.

"Petty jealousy?" Felicia scoffed. "You call me trying to make sure you don't steal anything more from me petty jealousy?"

"If that's not the case then what then is it?" Mila asked.

"I don't care," Felicia roared.

"Maybe you're just psychotic," Mila smirked.

"How dare you?" Felicia gritted her teeth as she spoke.

"Well, maybe you're just insecure about everything," Mila responded.

"I am not insecure. What is there to be scared about?" Felicia questioned.

"Well, I see a lot to be scared about. You can't even make a man like you for many years and now, you see another woman being close to him, you flare up and become an overprotective bitch," Mila spat.

Felicia felt something bitter in her mouth. She hated Mila's guts. It felt like Mila just poked s home that should have been left unopened.

"You think Adrian would ever love you with all his heart?" Felicia snared.

"Let me think....yes," Mila proudly announced.

Felicia laughed hysterically.

"He would never. Not after what happened. You might be a temporary replacement for that person. But you'll never get his heart. Why do you think he hasn't looked at me all these years?"Felicia exclaimed.

"What person?" Mila inquired, curiosity taking over her sanity.

"Oh. You don't know. Guess you aren't that special after all," Felicia mocked

"Well, at least he chose me and not a dung-faced ass bitch like you," Mila said and walked out.

Felicia stared at Mila as she walked away. Hatred flared up in her eyes. She stared at Mila in anger. She couldn't believe she let Mila get to her.

"Is that how you want to play? Let's see who has the last laugh after all," she declared and walked into the palace. She had just one place in mind and she was heading there. She wanted to get rid of Mila once and for all. She knew she couldn't do it on her own. She would need help if she wanted to make it faster. She increased her pace till she was standing in front of a black door. She knocked twice and got in, even though she didn't get a response.

She glanced around the empty room and smiled when she heard water rumbling in the shower. She knew he was inside taking a shower and knew just what to do. She gently undressed and walked slowly into the bathroom.

He was there as she had calculated. He had soap in his eyes so she gently went in front of him as quietly as she could. She held his penis in her hands and stroked it lightly.

Max jolted in surprise as a moan slipped out by mistake.

"The hell?" he exclaimed and rinsed his face. His expression looked astonished as he stared at Felicia bewildered.

"What are you doing?" he asked, holding her hands away from his penis.

"I want you," she whispered.

Max shook his head vigorously and washed himself like a flash of light.

He bolted out of the bathroom, leaving Felicia alone in the bathroom.

She smiled slyly and walked into the bedroom, clad. Max's eyes shot up as she walked up to him like a seductress. He swallowed hard as he tried to concentrate on not letting his bulge show beneath the towel he had wrapped around his waist.

"What are you doing?" he managed to speak

"What does it look like I'm doing?" she replied.

"Put on your clothes," he demanded.

"It's no fun," Felicia said. She has reached up to him by this time. She caressed his body and undid his towel. She took his shaft in her hands and stroked gently.

"Stop," Max said with a strained voice.

"Why should I?" she questioned

"It's wrong," he said with a strangled voice.

"What makes it wrong? I am not married," Felicia frowned.

"Everyone knows you're in love with Adrian," he said.

"I don't care about him. I want you now," argued.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

Felicia ignored him and got on her knees. She swiped her tongue on the head of his penis. Max moaned in pleasure as he tried to make out a simple sentence. He didn't know if he wanted her to stop or continue anymore.

Felicia smirked and opened her mouth. She drove his shaft up her mouth as she sucked on it. Max found himself holding her head in place as he thrust to the rhythm of her warm tongue.

"Shit," he moaned and pulled out of her when he felt an orgasm building.

"Let's do more than this," Felicia exclaimed and turned around, giving him the sign to thrust from the back.

Max smiled and without thinking thrust deep into her.