The good girl

Following the party, my workdays became increasingly chaotic. It has now been four days since Lyon and I last saw each other in person. I have been exceptionally busy, and I find myself missing him greatly. As time passes, my longing for him intensifies. I have just completed my workday, and my body is weary; I believe I truly need to rest. I have been feeling unwell for some time now, so I will return home and take some medication. I am confident I will be fine.

Upon arriving home that evening, I quickly fell asleep. A phone call later roused me from my slumber. I answered the call groggily, uttering a soft "hmm." I could hear laughter on the other end. "Is that how you greet someone you haven't seen in days?" he asked. This man is unaware of my exhaustion. "So? Ahhh, I am so tired," I admitted. "What? Do you want me to come over and give you a massage?" he inquired, eliciting a laugh from me. "No, please don't come. I really can't host you today; I am utterly fatigued," I replied. There was a moment of silence before he asked, "When was the last time you had your period?" I was taken aback by the question. "Last week. I am not pregnant, Lyon. Even if I were, I would terminate it."

I certainly would, as I would not want to bring a child into this world when their parents are not in a committed relationship. What we share is merely a casual fling, nothing more. "If you were pregnant, you would terminate my child?" he asked, sounding somewhat upset. It puzzled me, as we are not in a relationship that would warrant the consideration of having a child.

Why would I not? It's not as if we are officially together. I genuinely wish we could take this seriously, but I am aware that a relationship and marriage are not part of his plans. "What if we were together? Would you keep it?" The question startled me, making me sit up; did he really just say that? The drowsiness faded from my eyes. "Well, if I love you, I would," I replied, placing my hand on my chest, anticipating his next words. "Love, indeed. I hope you find that love, Alicia." Who was I trying to deceive? Did I ever believe he would change? "I certainly will, Lyon. It will surprise you when I introduce you to the man I love and wish to marry." I wanted to provoke him, but he merely laughed. "What man? As long as you are with me, Alicia, there will be no other man. I will ensure that." I reclined back on the bed. "Are you certain? Because I do have someone," I teased. He was no longer laughing when he responded, "Who is he? I will take care of him." What on earth? "You will take care of him? Did I hear you correctly?" He never ceases to amaze me. "Well, not kill him per se, but I will make his life unbearable. You truly do not realize that you belong to me, Alicia."

He speaks as if I am merely a possession. "I don't think so, Lyon." You must love me if you wish for me to be yours, I thought to myself. The line went dead; did he just hang up on me? This man, how can he claim me as his when he does not want to be mine? I refrained from calling him back, instead lying in bed, contemplating when to end this relationship. I should break up with him before it becomes too late.

I was abruptly awakened by the sound of my phone ringing once more. Upon glancing at the screen, I noticed it was Lyon calling, although he had been the one to end the previous call. I answered with a simple "yes," and his voice followed, instructing me to "come open your door." Instantly, I rose from my bed and made my way to the living room. Had he actually arrived? I cautiously approached the door, unlocked it, and opened it to find him standing there, looking as handsome as ever, his gaze fixed on me. I stepped aside to let him in, and as I closed the door behind him, he cornered me, leaving me with no escape as my back pressed against the door. His left hand rested on the door just above my shoulder, while his right hand encircled my waist, bringing his face mere inches from mine, allowing me to feel his warm breath.

He maintained eye contact as he challenged me, saying, "I dare you to repeat what you said." What had I said? The atmosphere was charged, and I found myself at a loss for words. Only Lyon Bernard could evoke such a reaction in me. I stammered, "I... I... um," then fell silent. "I thought you were just running that beautiful mouth of yours over the phone," he says, his gaze serious, Indeed I was. His whispers stirred something deep within me, and he was fully aware of the effect he had.

Despite the closeness that made me want to melt into his embrace, I felt compelled to provoke him further. "You don't own me, Lyon," I declared. I was unprepared for what transpired next; it all unfolded in an instant as he lifted me onto his shoulder. I offered a slight resistance, only to feel a playful smack on my backside, causing me to squeak. "I'll give you what you ask for," he teased. Had I just sealed my own fate? Yet, there was an undeniable thrill in the moment; this was not the composed Lyon I was accustomed to. The man before me was a different version, one that exuded a more rebellious spirit.

He forcefully pushed me onto the bed, pinning me down with one large hand that secured both of my wrists above my head. He repeated the question, "Are you mine?" Unable to respond verbally, I shook my head. His expression darkened as he flipped me over, pulling my panties down. With both of my hands restrained behind my back, he asked again, "Are you mine? Alicia," his voice barely above a whisper. I managed to reply, "No," but the next moment, I felt a sharp sting as he spanked me. A gasp escaped my lips, and despite my desire to escape his grip, his strength held me firmly in place. "Are you mine? Huh?" he breathed. "No, Lyon, I am not..." I began, but another spank interrupted me. I should have felt anger or frustration, yet I found myself responding with an unexpected arousal. He continued to ask, and with each denial, he spanked me again, knowing my skin would soon bear the marks of his actions.

He paused, then slid his middle finger through my wetness, exclaiming, "Alicia, you're wet?" Embarrassment washed over me. "You should have told me you enjoyed this; I wouldn't have restrained myself," he said as he began to pleasure me with his fingers. I moaned in response, and when he withdrew his fingers only to spank me again, I couldn't help but cry out. "Are you mine?" he inquired once more, his hand soothing my reddened skin, igniting a deep yearning within me.

I shook my head again, but he inserted two fingers this time, increasing his pace. I screamed in pleasure, lost in the sensations as he penetrated deeper. "Are you mine, Alicia?" he asked again, and in that moment of surrender, I cried out, "Yes, I am yours, Lyon."

He swiftly removed his hands from me, and I could hear the jingle of his belt. In the next instant, he entered me just as I desired—forcefully and passionately. The sound of our bodies colliding echoed around us, accompanied by our cries as we surrendered to the overwhelming desire we felt for each other.

Linda

My son, ever since that woman betrayed him, has lost his desire to seek love and start a family. I must find him a young, attractive woman from a well-to-do family to provide me with grandchildren; what more could a mother wish for? I truly want him to settle down, as time is not on his side. The young lady from the Camille family would be an excellent match; what is her name again? Ah, Julia. She would make a wonderful wife and mother for my future grandchildren. Now, I just need to persuade my son Lyon to marry her, even if he does not love her.

I will need to discuss this with Rebecca Camille; I am sure she would be thrilled at the prospect of her daughter marrying Lyon. I have even heard from the spa that Julia often mentions Lyon, as she is rumored to have a significant crush on him. Therefore, I believe she would not refuse my proposal. I must strategize carefully.

I have heard that Mia, the one who brought sorrow to my once cheerful boy, is back in town. Lyon has always been a kind-hearted soul, loving deeply, but that incident has altered him forever. I will never forgive Mia and Luke for what they did to my precious child, my angel, Lyon.