(Asher’s POV)
My heart nearly stopped the mont I saw Anna standing there—frozen at the doorway, her hand still resting on the doorfra. She looked like she’d been hit by a truck: mouth slightly parted, brows furrowed, her eyes locked on and her mother.
Ivy pulled away from as quickly as her body would allow, hastily adjusting her blouse. We had no idea how long Anna had been standing there, watching us.
"I’ll give you two a mont," Ivy muttered, sha trailing her voice as she walked past her daughter like a ghost, her heels echoing through the silence.
Anna’s expression hardened as she crossed her arms,"What were... you two doing?"
I cleared my throat. "N-nothing. We were... just making tea!"
She stood still, eyes on , her expression unreadable—pale, quiet, piercing.
"Asher..." she finally said, "was she kissing you?"
My mouth went dry, and my stomach twisted. Anna and I were just friends—nothing more. But I couldn’t stand the thought of her knowing sothing was going on between and her mom.
It felt... wrong, even if I couldn’t fully understand why.
"What?" I forced a laugh. "What are you talking about? I an, why would I even kiss your mom? That doesn’t make any sense, right?"
She didn’t buy it. Her stare was like a prison, and I had nowhere to hide. Just , trapped in open space. The water I’d put on the stove started boiling.
"Oh, shit... do you mind giving a hand?" I asked, expecting her to turn down. But she only shrugged and walked over.
"Where are the cups?" she asked.
"Right cupboard, there!" I pointed. She retrieved the cups, placed them on a tray, added the spoons and sugar. I poured the tea into a teapot and carried it to the living room.
I shot Ivy a glance as I set the teapot down, then poured tea into all our cups. We drank together, the awkward tension between Ivy and thick in the air. I tried my best not to wonder how much Anna had seen.
But looking at her, she didn’t seem too bothered. After about two hours of chatting, Ivy and Anna decided it was ti to head ho. Mom and I walked them halfway, then returned.
"Sweetie, do you mind taking so food to your sister? I’m really tired. I need to sleep," Mom said once we got back.
"Yeah... no problem. I was planning to anyway," I replied.
"Thanks." She headed to her room and shut the door behind her.
I dished up so food, poured tea into a cup, and carried it to Sharon’s room. I knocked once—no answer. I knocked again, louder.
"What do you want?" she grumbled from inside.
"I brought your food."
"I don’t want it."
"Sharon, what’s—"
"Go away!!!" she yelled.
I sighed. "What’s going on with you today?"
"Just go! Are you done having dinner with your little girlfriend?!"
I blinked. Really?
"Don’t you want to be friends with Anna?" I asked, raising a brow.
"Who cares! Do whatever you want, dude! Even hosting mixers without telling !"
Mixers? Where did she hear that from?
I sighed. "Alright. Goodnight, Angry Bird. If you get hungry, your food’s in the kitchen."
I walked off and placed her plate on the counter. Sharon could be such a pain sotis—especially when she gets mad and won’t tell why.
I returned to my room, locked the door, and flopped onto the bed, thinking about how this night almost went completely off the rails.
Ivy is still one of my tad MILFs, so of course she wouldn’t even look at another man—she wouldn’t let anyone touch her, because she’d devoted every part of herself to . And as a woman—and a human—she gets aroused from ti to ti. I’ve been neglecting her lately. Mostly because I’ve been busy... and because Anna was sick. But now that Anna’s fine, I can feel Ivy’s sexual frustration bubbling up.
I should probably do sothing about that. If I don’t, it’d be selfish of . But at the sa ti, I have to keep our relationship hidden from Anna. If I rember correctly, Ivy once said Anna might have feelings for .
If she finds out, and gets upset... it might stir the demon that rests deep inside her that literally feeds on negative emotions. And we really don’t want that.
Though I’m still not sure if I should return Anna’s feelings—if she truly has any. She’s sweet, kind-hearted, beautiful. But I’m way too toxic for soone as pure as her. I’d rather stay her friend, so maybe one day she’ll find soone who genuinely deserves her.
Soone who didn’t father fuck 51 elven won.
Soone who isn’t building a harem to fill it up with Hot MILFs.
I thought about all of that until I eventually passed out. In the morning, before heading out for my training routine, I went to the kitchen to drink so water—and smirked when I saw Sharon’s plate was empty.
She must’ve gotten up last night to eat.
After training, I got ready for school, dressed in my uniform, and waited for Sharon so we could walk together. I hoped she’d tell what was really bothering her. But she just gave the cold shoulder. We barely spoke.
When we arrived at the academy, I wasn’t ready for what I saw.
Adrian, Brian, and Derrick were all standing by the classroom door like they were clutching their hearts. They stared at the scene inside like it was a movie.
Our other classmates were watching too—whispering, gossiping, and others throwing shade.
Right in the center of the drama, there was Kira—down on one knee in front of the class slay queen herself, Lorraine.
"I couldn’t say what I truly needed to last ti," he said, reaching out his hand. "Lorraine Alvado... would you consider being my friend?"
We all paused, holding our breath, waiting for her response.
Lorraine looked down at Kira with a disgusted expression—like she was trying to size up a stain on her shoe.
Then, finally, she spoke, and what ca out left us all stunned....
TBC
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