novelxo Chapter 102
He wouldn’t peel his eyes off me and I couldn’t tell if he was ogling me or if he was glaring at me because I could not bring myself to meet his eyes. Asking me why I didn’t wear an underwear that he wanted me to wear was beyond weird, it was annoying. I could not even bring myself to process it properly
I could not help but wonder the things that this trip would entail if he was already doing this on the first day. What would happen on the third? Would we take showers together and try to fit ourselves into the same T-shirt? I worried for myself because I didn’t know any useful self defence skills and even if I did, I was sure they were useless when I was up against a determined and ferocious alpha like Aston. My life was going to be over in seconds if I ever tried to go up against him in a physical fight.
“You’re really starting to p***me off, Kira, you know how much I don’t like to repeat myself but you’ve been pushing my limits a lot on their trip and I need to remind you that just because we’re no longer at the house doesn’t mean that dynamics. shifted. I’m still the boss and you’re going to do what I say unless you want to get f***d up.”
“I’m going to ask you again really nicely why you’re not putting on one of the lingerie that I bought like I asked you to?” he was starting to get closer to me, slowly closing the space between us and his eyes were darkening
I was getting a little scared, my heart beating like it was threatening to barge out of my chest and abandon me in this mess- by myself. Ltold him.
“This is weird. Why are you asking me to do this? It’s not right.” I said like I didn’t know that Aston did not give a s***t about what was wrong or right. He just did whatever he wanted to whenever he wanted to. I felt so s**d*m back.
“I don’t care what y**ou think. I expect you to do as I say, like a good little girl. You’re my maid, and you’ll do as you’re told.” He replied just like I expected and I was seriously starting to consider grabbing a knife before he got even closer but the knife would not save me from Aston, it would only anger him even more and worsen my current situation.
I stood my ground, “I’m not your good girl. I’m just your maid. And I won’t do something that makes me feel uncomfortable and humiliated.” I voiced out genuinely because I had no idea why what I was wearing underneath my dress has anything to do with the meal that I was cooking.
He could have just stuck to tapping away at his screen, I had no idea why he had to follow me into the kitchen and make my life a living hell.
He laughed, “You’re right, you’re not my good girl. Because my good girl wouldn’t disobey my orders. But you’re my maid, and you’ll do as you’re told,” His voice was harsh and demanding and it gave no room for refusal at all but I still could not bring myself to agree to it.
“Can you please leave me alone and let me start cooking? I don’t want to do this.” I asked nicely hoping that it would work and he would leave me the ***k alone. I already felt embarrassed enough that he was able to see beneath my dress and now be was asking me to go change underwear? Hell nah…
But he insisted, “Go change the lingerie first. I want to see you in something more comfortable.”
1 prested, “Why is this such a big deal? You’re being a**ve*s he being such a f**
that had. The world around me was going to melt away like it did the very first time we had sex and the second time and every other time he has been so close that I could feel his breath on my face.
Even right now, I was doing my best not to act affected but I could barely breathe.
You’re really disgusting, Aston. You’re nothing but a pe***rt and it’s disgusting. You think you can just waltz in here because Warre the alpha and look beneath the skimpy a*** dress you got for me then tell me what underwear you thought was befitting enough? Who the hell do you think you are?”
I called him “disgusting” and “obnoxious”, but he just laughed in my face and ordered me to drop my panties.
I stared blankly for a few seconds, my mind engulfed in complete shock. I told myself that I was hearing wrongly and that he probably said something else but he repeated the words loud and clear and it was hard to miss.
“Drop your panties, Kira.”
I was flustered and realized he was serious. My cheeks were going to be as red as a f**g tomato by now. Not that I was pleased by any of this but it was f***g embarrassing. The man was only inches away from me, I could feel the heat radiating from his body, I could hear the sound of his breath. I could do anything but look into his eyes because that would be the end of my sanity and said man was asking me to drop my panties.
“You heard me, Kira. If I have to repeat myself one more time. I promise that I’ll do it myself. Would you prefer that instead?” he was serious as hell and I realized that changing into the lingerie was a much better option and I should have done that instead so I offered to go change like he requested.
But he didn’t budge just like I knew he would not. The man was from the pit of hell. Straight from hell. I knew that too well and I still somehow always managed to get myself into situations like this one. A part of me was starting to believe that I actually enjoying all the things that Aston was putting me through because what other plausible explanation did I have for always falling into his trap even when I knew exactly where and how he set them
“You should have listened to me before. Now, drop the panties. I want to see you naked underneath.” His words bad no traces of negotiation in them neither did he sound like he was making a joke but I still wanted to try. I managed to change his mind twice at the boutique, I could probably do it again if I was persistent enough
I was embarrassed and flushed, but I tried to reason with him, “How am I supposed to do that? You’re being ridiculous.” He actually was but I don’t think he needed to hear that because his face darkened even more
He told me to put my hands underneath the dress and tug it down. I spluttered, “You can’t be serious. This is humiliating.” 1 said like he didn’t already know that.
When I asked him to turn around, he threatened to do it himself, so I finally did as he asked because if his hands went beneath my dress, I could not guarantee that they would be out as fast as they went in. I was barely able to breathe with his standing so close to me not to talk of letting him touch me.
He picked up my panties and pocketed them, telling me to return to cooking like nothing completely pervy just happened.
I was mortified, “I’m naked underneath. And I feel humiliated.” I tried to make him aware but it seemed like he already was He replied, “I know. You should have taken the chance to wear one of the new lingerie when you could. Now, get on with dinner. He was enjoying every bit of it and I knew it. I didn’t know how I felt with my panties in his pocket.
What the hell could he possibly want to do with it? How was I supposed to do anything knowing fully well he didn’t have to do much to see my a***
I glared at him, but he just laughed and told me to get on with dinner. I was seething with anger and embarrassment, but I knew I had to comply.