Katarina wandered her eyes around Sharon's house, taking in the sight of the two-story building. The living room and dining areas were spacious, and there were two rooms and bathrooms for the master and guests. The house was more than enough for one person to live in comfortably.
Sharon sat on the couch, crossing her arms and legs as she observed Katarina carefully. The younger girl was petite, fit, and feminine, with an aura of innocence that reminded Sharon of a cat—cute and full of potential to be proud of as her sister. Sharon couldn't help but feel a slight sense of curiosity mixed with superiority.
"Hey, midget. Come closer," Sharon said, her voice cool but commanding.
Katarina raised an eyebrow at the nickname but obeyed anyway, stepping closer to her older sister.
"You and I... we're family now," Sharon said, her eyes locking with Katarina's. "However, as I said earlier, I don't like living under the same roof with someone. I bet you understand that we all have our own lives, privacy, and routines. But here I am, stuck with someone I just met, living in my house." Sharon's voice was laced with a sense of discomfort as she continued, "I'm a free spirit, but I don't like sharing my space. I don't need anyone invading my territory."
Katarina stood silently, her eyes never leaving Sharon's, still wearing that same innocent, feline gaze. Sharon's words held weight, but Katarina's expression never faltered.
Sharon rose from the couch and took a step closer to Katarina, her presence almost overwhelming. "If you want our relationship as sisters to work," Sharon said, her voice growing more serious, "listen carefully."
Katarina's heart racing a little faster, but she kept her composure, meeting Sharon's intense gaze without flinching.
"I only have three rules for you to follow: My house, my rules, my principles. Don't ever complain, and don't backstab me." Sharon's words came with such authority that they felt like a decree. "And if you cross the line again..."
Sharon's mind drifted back to earlier that day, remembering the moment when Katarina had tested her patience. Sharon's principles were something she valued deeply, and she couldn't fathom someone breaking them so easily. She reached out, taking Katarina's chin in her hand, locking eyes with her as if to emphasize the seriousness of her words.
"I'm not as angelic and pretty as I look," Sharon whispered, her voice dropping to a low, dangerous tone. "You haven't seen my true nature yet. When I start something, I don't know how to hold back."
Katarina's eyes widened slightly, her pulse quickening as Sharon leaned in closer, her breath tickling Katarina's ear.
"I can break the laws of divine oneness to get what I want," Sharon whispered, her voice sending a shiver down Katarina's spine.
Pulling back, Sharon adjusted her jacket, still exuding an air of superiority. "Feel free at home," she said, her voice back to its normal tone. "Your room is upstairs, next to mine. It's a guest room, but there are enough blankets to keep you warm. From now on, that room is yours."
With that, Sharon turned and left, her footsteps echoing as she made her way out of the house. Katarina watched her go, her mind racing with the weight of the conversation. She turned back toward the window, watching the car pull away, her thoughts still swirling.
Sitting on the couch, Katarina rested her hands in her lap, her fingers tight with nervous energy. Everything Sharon had said had caught her off guard, and she couldn't help but reflect on it. She didn't feel fear—after all, she hadn't done anything to upset her older sister. But the way Sharon had touched her earlier, that unexpected contact under the table, lingered in her mind.
Why did she do that? Why did she touch me and whisper those words?
A deep blush spread across Katarina's cheeks as the memory replayed in her mind. She clenched her hands into fists, trying to rid herself of the heat building in her body.
She thought back to the brief conversation she'd had with her mother, Sabrina, before she left for Sharon's house. Sabrina had told her that Sharon was a party-goer, someone who loved to drink and have fun with girls. But Katarina had never imagined Sharon to be like this—the mysterious, confident woman who seemed to have no qualms about bending the rules of what was considered acceptable.
"Girls?" Katarina mumbled to herself, wondering what exactly her mother had meant. She had heard rumors about Sharon's lifestyle, but she hadn't expected her older sister to act in such a way, not in her presence. She had only witnessed her lifestyle from a distance before—parties, drinks, and everything that came with them. But Katarina had never thought about what it meant for her personal interactions.
So, what kind of person is she really? Katarina thought, her head spinning with unanswered questions.
Later that night, Sharon was at the Isaxshe Nightclub, her usual haunt, where she felt free to be herself without the weight of expectations. She had just pushed the Irish girl onto the bed, their passionate kiss lingering in the air before she pulled away.
Sharon didn't waste time with unnecessary words. Time was gold to her—one of the key principles she lived by. If something wasn't done in the moment, it would quickly be replaced with something else. Her actions were more powerful than her words ever could be.
"I really thought you weren't coming back," the Irish girl said, biting her finger seductively.
Sharon unbuttoned her blouse, crawling on top of the Irish sweetheart, a predatory glint in her eyes. "I'm a woman of my word," Sharon said, her voice husky.
The Irish girl shivered with anticipation. "Now I know why you're known as the great," she said, breathless.
Sharon smirked, her hands trailing down the girl's body as she teased her, "No, you don't yet. Not until you experience it for yourself." Her voice was sultry, sending waves of desire through the Irish girl. "I'm more dangerous than a wild wolf under a full moon."
The Irish girl was about to speak again, but Sharon silenced her with a fierce kiss, her tongue dancing with the Irish girl's. As their bodies intertwined, Sharon's hands expertly unhooked the girl's bra with her teeth, ready to claim the night as her own.
"Don't talk," Sharon murmured. "I only want to hear you screaming my name."
Her lips were on the girl's chest again, her hands moving with practiced precision, as Sharon became the heroine of the night once more.
. . .
"Damn! Took you almost an hour to return." Seira remarked as Sharon returned to their table after a fun-filled night. She had been left alone, nursing her drink and watching the lively crowd.
"I was letting out my anger," Sharon replied, frowning as she took a shot of liquor and set the glass down. She crossed her arms and legs, exuding a mix of irritation and calm, as if she had just buried something deep inside herself.
Seira shook her head in amusement. "Oh, poor Irish girl, letting herself get into the hands of the devil," she teased.
"That sweetheart will probably be absent tomorrow," Navia said, joining them after a two-hour stint of partying.
"Well, well. How about your Swedish?" Seira asked, her eyebrow arched as she took another sip of her drink.
Navia held up her fingers, counting the days before sitting down. "Probably a week? She demands to use toys."
"Gesundheit, you guys are getting wild on the first night!" Seira shook her head in disbelief, laughing softly and taking another swig from her glass.
Navia shrugged, a playful grin crossing her lips. "She asked for it. Don't worry, I'm a responsible woman. I'll fetch her to her class."
"Oh, the first lady this school year. You know your fangirls are going to haunt her if you do that."
Navia hummed in response, casually changing the subject. "Where is Meira?"
"Queening the dance floor," Seira replied, her eyes flitting to the stage.
The students had formed a circle around the floor stage, awestruck by the sight of Meira, who was dancing on the pole, showcasing her incredible flexibility and sensual moves. Her captivating smile drew the attention of every girl in the room.
"The queen of the summer night," Navia declared, her voice full of admiration as she observed Meira's performance.
Seira nodded in agreement, adding, "Whoever she picks tonight would be so lucky."
Sharon, who had been silent until then, spoke up with a slight smirk. "Yup. She's in the mood."
As the music finally came to an end, Meira approached the circle of students, a grin spreading across her face as she moved toward a lucky freshman. The girl, a sweet-faced African with glasses but a million-dollar body, stood frozen in awe as Meira carefully removed her glasses, revealing hazel eyes that shimmered like gold.
Meira gently took the girl's hand, smiling sweetly as she spoke with soft affection, "Can we become each other's happy pill?"
The African girl, now completely enchanted, took Meira's hand in a daze. Meira kissed her hand and escorted her inside the inn, the students erupting into cheers, especially the seniors who had been watching the scene unfold.
Seira shook her head in amusement, eyes glinting with admiration. "She's amazing."
"Definitely," Navia agreed, her eyes flicking over to Sharon. "So what now?"
Sharon lit a cigarette, taking a long drag before responding. "What do you mean?"
"That girl," Navia started, a teasing glint in her eyes, "the one who kissed you on the cheek, and the first lady who took a seat. What's your deal with her?"
Sharon's mood shifted at once, the cigarette burning between her fingers. She let out a soft sigh and recalled the brief but intense moment when Katarina's lips had brushed against her cheek. A shiver ran down her spine at the memory, but she quickly masked it with a nonchalant look.
"Nothing more," Sharon replied plainly, her tone defensive.
"Nothing more?" Seira questioned, her voice rising slightly in surprise. "Even though she's your family? You wouldn't let something like that happen."
"She's right," Navia agreed, tilting her head thoughtfully. "You're not blood-related. She's not exempt from your principles, right?"
"She is not," Sharon replied with a sigh. The memory of Katarina's soft lips meeting her cheek flashed in her mind again, and for a moment, time seemed to stop. "Nobody was expecting that."
Seira raised an eyebrow, sensing something had shifted inside Sharon. "So, you were caught off guard?"
Navia shot Sharon a teasing smile as she remained silent. "She is."
Sharon rolled her eyes, irritation evident on her face. She wasn't sure how to respond to the teasing. Katarina had caught her off guard—there was no denying it—but she didn't want to admit it out loud.
Seira leaned forward, her curiosity piqued. "Why did she come to the university with a suitcase anyway? Did you get her a dorm?"
"I was supposed to fetch her at the airport, but I came late. She thought I was attending classes so she went to the campus to find me." Sharon explained. "And no, she's staying with me."
Navia and Seira exchanged shocked glances, both taken aback by the news. In unison, they asked, "You let that happen?!"
"I can't say no. I love my parents, so I should accept my step-sister," Sharon replied, her voice tinged with resignation.
Seira frowned, still processing the information. "But she's breaking your principles and privacy. I'm sure you won't just let things go with the wind."
"I'll find a way to make her go," Sharon muttered. "I accept her as my sister, but I just can't stand living with someone in my house."
"Pass her to me," Seira said, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "I have the best room for her. She's such a cutie, I wanna fall in love with her."
Sharon threw a peanut at Seira, hitting her square in the forehead. "You're still in love with your last ex-girlfriend," she teased.
Seira rubbed her forehead, her expression turning serious. "I wasn't until you mentioned it," she murmured, suddenly feeling a pang of sadness at the reminder.
Navia turned to Sharon, her voice soft but knowing. "So what will you do about Katarina?"
Sharon played with her wine glass, swirling the liquid round and round. "If she can break my principles," she said with a dangerous tone, her eyes darkening as she took a sip, "then I will break hers too."