"They told everyone I stole their designs," I murmured, nestled on Hellen’s lap on the couch, face buried in her loose waves again. Her honey-citrus scent blood stronger, elevated by her new shampoo—zesty orange laced with creamy vanilla, intoxicating warm.
I hated the OG Emily’s family so much that I wanted to put chilli powder in their eyes.
"They’ll get what they deserve," she said firm, eyes glinting. I shot her a confused look, erald eyes wide. "Karma, Emily. It always catches up."
"Oh," I breathed, relaxing deeper into her hold, red criss-cross sports bra brushing her shirt, loose sleep shorts riding up limp thighs.
"But they shouldn’t have lied like that—you poured your soul into those Helly Paws designs, sketching late nights, perfecting every paw print and collar curve. How dare they claim them as theirs?" Hellen’s voice hardened protectively, fingers combing gentle through my ssy bun, loosening stray raven strands.
"They even said I stole everything," I added soft, pink nails tracing slow circles on her collarbone, feeling her pulse steady under my touch.
"They need to be punished, right?" she coaxed, blue eyes glinting playful.
"I’m not a child!" I huffed, pulling back slight—detecting that coaxing tone, like she was soothing a kid mid-tantrum, my erald eyes narrowing playful-pouty.
"No, you’re not a child," Hellen chuckled warm, arms secure around my waist. "You’re an adult princess safe in her knight’s arms—my fierce oga queen."
My face flad red instant, pale cheeks crimson as I lowered my eyes shy, red criss-cross sports bra brushing her chest. "Can you stay on topic? We were talking about Viktor."
"That man’s desperate now—lashing out wild, flailing as Helly Paws laps his pet line," she scoffed, pressing soft lips to my temple, lingering warm. "Viktor’s cornered tight. You needn’t worry about him one bit—he’s yesterday’s noise."
"I hate him, his wife, his son—all of them," I spat venom, tiny fists clenching on her broad shoulders, nails dimpling fabric.
"You hate your mother too," Hellen noted careful, her hand stroking slow down my bare back, calluses rasping gentle on sweat-damp skin.
"She’s cheap—fake through and through, a total failure of a mother who poisoned her own kid," I muttered bitter, voice thick with old scars.
"What about your stepbrother, Alexei? That smug shadow?"
"I hate him too. They’re all bad, rotten inside—liars, thieves, monsters." My voice cracked raw, throat tight, but her arms tightened safe, cocooning close.
Hellen chuckled soft, pulling back to cup my flushed face in both hands, thumbs tracing my jaw. "Emily, you wear your heart on your sleeve, don’t you? So open, so real."
I blinked innocent, glancing down at my bare shoulders and arms. "I’m not wearing anything with sleeves—I’m just in a bra, aren’t I?"
She burst out laughing rich and full, burying her nose deep in my raven hair, inhaling slow—my sweaty post-physio scent mixing faint with pogranate juice on my breath. "God, you’re too cute, oga—killing here."
Heat flooded my pale cheeks deeper crimson; I ducked shy into her neck. "What shampoo did you use? Slls amazing."
"Zesty orange laced with creamy vanilla—Herbal Essences Citrus Glow," she whispered husky, grinning wicked. "Your hair needs that care too, all tangled from physio. Should I wash it for you today? Scalp massage included."
I blushed harder, heart fluttering wild, but nodded slow, srized. "Okay... please." Her smile widened triumphant, loose waves tickling my face as she hugged closer, chest pressing warm.
"Don’t hug ," I mumbled half-hearted, squirming token in her lap, loose sleep shorts shifting.
"I know you like my hugs—admit it, princess," she teased, squeezing playful, refusing release.
"No, I don’t," I lied stubborn, but lting deeper into her hold, secret smile betraying as her honey-citrus scent wrapped us tight.
"Emily, you are becoming cuter day-by-day."
"You! Why are you teasing ?!"
"My cute little princess, should I bathe you now?" Hellen murmured teasing, blue eyes twinkling as she scooped up effortless in her strong arms—red criss-cross sports bra pressing her chest, loose sleep shorts bunching at my limp thighs. "We’ll talk more while I do."
Heat exploded across my pale cheeks crimson; I buried my face in her neck, heart pounding. "Y-yes..."
She carried upstairs smooth, loose waves swaying, honey-citrus shampoo scent trailing intoxicating. In the steamy bathroom—marble tiles gleaming, tub filling with hot water scented lavender—Hellen sat on the edge gentle, kneeling eye-level. "Arms up, oga."
I nodded shy, lifting limp arms trembling; her fingers hooked the criss-cross straps first, sliding them down slow over my shoulders, peeling the damp red fabric away from my full, flushed chest—cool air pebbling skin instant, rosy peaks tightening under her warm gaze.
Bra tugged free, tossed aside soft plop; she lingered a beat, thumb grazing my collarbone tender.
"Beautiful," she breathed.
"Shut up!"
Next, thumbs dipped into my loose-sleep shorts’ waistband, cotton soft and sweat-damp. "Lift hips a touch—good girl."
I strained weakly with my arms, ass rising barely; she eased them down inch by inch—over pale hips, past limp thighs, navy lace panties clinging brief before rolling off too, pink polish flashing on toes as fabric pooled ankles.
Naked now, vulnerable—raven ssy bun dripping stray strands onto my shoulders, erald eyes darting shy—Hellen’s hands steadied my bare waist, lifting seamless into the steaming tub.
Suddenly, she leaned in swift, lips brushing soft and warm against my left nipple, a quick teasing kiss that sent electric jolt through my core.
"What the heck! Why did you kiss that?!" I yelped, voice pitching high, splashing water wild with limp hands.
My face burned crimson as if steam poured off it, pale cheeks flaming, full chest heaving bubbles as I crossed arms instinctive over rosy peaks—heart hamring wild.
Hot water enveloped soothing around my limp legs, sore muscles sighing faint relief amid lavender foam.
Hellen knelt beside, sleeves rolled to elbows, sponge ready in one hand, grinning unrepentant. "See? Nice and cozy already. Now—tell more about what you want to ask while I wash that hair."
"You just kissed my nipple!" I squeaked again, sinking lower in the tub to my chin, erald eyes wide shock mixed with flutter, ssy bun tilting damp.
She chuckled low, dipping the sponge first—warm soapy trail gliding up my arm slow. "Couldn’t resist, princess—too tempting, all pink and perfect. Relax, oga. I’ll behave... mostly."
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