[WARNING: This chapter contains explicit scenes that may need parental guidance. Proceed with a box of Kleenex's and a change of underwears.]
"Meet me at the abandoned factory and wait for me there. Tell Freohr that I was leaving with you."
Alfred stared at his Young Lady's message in confusion before he turn off his phone and look for Freohr. He saw him talking with some men and he approach him. "Mr. Cavelli, may I have a minute from you?"
Everyone knew Alfred, he was not only the butler of the De La Torre Household but Aisha's right-in-command. He was once an S class Assasin in a certain organization. During in a mission, he was betrayed by his fellow members and have him assasinated.
Alfred survive, but he was barely alive for he fought at least hundreds of mercenaries. Aisha found him and save him and after that, he pledged his life to serve and protect Aisha De La Torre.
Given the fact that he was one of the most feared assasin back in the day, everyone was afraid of him so it was only natural that people are wary of him.
Freohr nodded and waited for the others to be out of earshot before he asked, "What's the matter, Alfred?"
"Young Lady isn't feeling well and so we will leave now. I hope Mr. Cavelli won't mind."
Freohr frowns, "Aisha is in my room." He said in a stern voice.
"She was and now she is in the car. Young Lady is working non-stop for the past months, and she only sleeps three hours a day due to her insomnia. I'm afraid Young Lady won't be able to sleep peacefully in such noisy place."
Freohr was obviously displeased but he can't really do anything and so he agreed and orders someone to send Alfred off.
Freohr sigh in disappointment and send a one word message, "Retreat."
At Freohr's room.
Aisha was cursing non-stop in her head. She needs to get out of this hell of a room or else she will surely lost control of herself.
But how can she do it? This drugs is making her weak, her body is burning and her abdomen clenches as the need to be pleasure increases.
Aisha stares at Aeron, although they aren't close, both of them aren't on good terms either so Aisha gave up the thought to ask for help.
Not like her pride will let her anyway.
Aeron was lost for a moment. He step towards Aisha, kneel down and with his hand, he touch Aisha's hot and red cheek and caress it.
Aisha almost jump at the sudden electrifying sensation in her cheeks.
Nor good, Aisha murmurs, she was breathing heavily as she clench her eyes shut. She was acting like some werewolf who feels tingles and crap when their mate touches them.
Using the remaining strength left in her, she closes her palm against Aeron's wrist and pull them away from her skin. Although she was weak, Aisha manage to dig her nails into Aeron's olive skin.
Aeron was snapped into reality and curse. The gas is making through his nostrils and making him dizzy.
They need to get out of this.
With that thought, Aeron lifted Aisha into bridal style and leave the room immediately.
Aeron wasn't that familiar with the house for he didn't grew up in here so he was contemplating where to go next.
Aisha's soft and warm panting in his ears is making him crazy. He look at the woman in his arms. Her cheeks was flushed, her violet eyes are unfocus, her hair was a bit messy.
All in all, she was a hot mess.
Aeron sighs in frustration, he search for Aisha's phone and when he does, he sends a message to Alfred, Aisha's most trusted men.
"Aeron..."
Hearing his name come out of Aisha's mouth make Aeron felt a bit ecstatic and turn on.
He never heard his name mutter by anyone so sexily and hot.
Aeron was about to say something when he hears some footstep at the end of the hall. He saw a room near them and so he took themselves there.
"So hot..." Aisha mutters as she began ripping her gown harshly.
"Fùck!" Aeron run his fingers into his hair in frustration.
The aphrodisiac clearly get into Aisha's mind and lost all her rationality.
All was left was the need to be pleasure.
With her misty violet eyes, she look up to Aeron and calls seductively, "Aeron."
It was like the last string of Aeron's self restrain was snapped, he closes the distance between them and claim Aisha's sinfully red lips.
[THE STEAMY SCENES STARTS HERE! If you're uncomfortable then skip this part and regret it for the rest of your lives!]
Aisha moans at the sudden contact, her arms circled around Aeron's neck and pulls him closer. Aeron tries to open Aisha's mouth which she happily granted. Aeron such her tongue almost quickly, his hands roaming around her curvacious body.
He ran his hand through Aisha's jetblack hair with chocolate brown highlights, it was soft against his rough palm. Aeron grip and tug her hair to get a better access in her mouth.
She tasted so sweet with a hint of wine.
The way Aisha kisses him screams how she was new to this.
So innocence.
So pure.
And all mine.
Aisha let out a throaty gasp as she felt Aeron's hands squeezed his ample breasts. "Aeron, ah~" Aeron let go of her lips, all the while trailing down her sexy neck, biting and kissing.
Aeron was on fire, he knew he shouldn't take advantage of her but he couldn't stop.
He wanted her ever since he first laod his eyes on her.
That deep meaningful violet eyes that send chills and warmth.
Her furrowed eyebrows when she's mad, and that little quirk in her lips when she's amuse.
"Aeron..." and that seductive soft voice of hers.
Aeron curse under his breath and through the slit of Aisha's gown, he make his way through her black lace panties.
Aisha moans as she felt Aeron's forefinger running through her slït against her panties.
She knew it was only the effect of the drugs but she couldn't help but to enjoy every moment of it.
This is wrong, Aisa mutters in her mind. Aeron and I aren't even close, we barely even spoke to each other and here I was laying below him as I was secretly enjoying his touch.
Aisha felt like she was a slüt, just like Kristen Cavelli is.
Aisha's face turns ugly all of a sudden when she remembers how Kristen made a fool out of her Father to think that she is Kristin, Morano De La Torre's cherished wife.
I will never forgive that bïtch.
"Ah!" Aisha almost screamed at the sudden discomfort in her lower region.