[~Song Recommendation: Please Please Please by Serbina Carpenter & I'll Be There by Walk off the Earth~]
The Park Mansion…
"Sir, could you please try to contact her once again? I know I've been pestering you a lot for a few days but I'm desperate. She's my only child. Why her phone is unreachable at all times?" Elysia stated in a voice filled with concern It's been close to a week and yet she never heard a thing from Layla's side.
"I know that Elysia but what can I do? That man is no longer staying here. I can't contact him either as he's started a business abroad, But I'll make sure that Layla is alright as soon as he contacts me okay?" David said in a calming tone and soon Elysia had no other option other than to leave his room.
It's been her daily routine now to come to visit her employer and ask for her daughter's whereabouts and to end up returning empty-handed. She tried her best to contact Layla using another's phone but the outcome was dire every time.
'Where are you, my baby girl? Are you okay? You're eating well right and don't overwork yourself.' Elysia said in her mind while praying she was doing absolutely fine. However, on the contrary, she was losing her health as she lost her appetite these days, thinking about her safety.
'Ahh… That bitch confronts me like crazy. I need to make sure that girl never gets the chance to set foot in this mansion ever again… But I shouldn't be concerned right? After all, I sold her to a man who's badmnouthed for his lust. I hope he won't get rid of her.' A devilish laughter broke out in the room with none present to notice his ruthlessness.
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Back in the Specter Mansion, Layla was sitting on the bed with her eyes wandering everywhere to ignore the man in front. Michael noticed her discomfort as he gazed at her while lying on his bed, his head resting over one of his folded hands.
"Is there a problem?" Michael's deep voice hit her senses and she cussed thinking about the way how he sounded so seductive.
"N-No… I'll sleep later, Master. You don't have to worry…" She stated in her ever so feeble voice and Michael just loved the way she sounded. Layla was confused, scared as well as annoyed but the reason was only one person.
'He never said that he's going to touch me. But still, he's a man for Christ's sake, and sharing the bed with him… How could he have such a request?' She pouted unknowingly while she thought.
She turned her gaze back to him and noticed his handsome face in the dimly lit room. He was just wearing shorts and a comfy T-shirt. But still, she managed to notice his taut abs that were hidden underneath the shirt. She gulped hard while trying her best to remove her lewd thoughts.
'Wait… I don't think he'll ever grow a liking for me after having that girl last night.' The thought brought a distaste in her mind towards that girl, Why? She doesn't even know. Finally, she lay down beside him as ordered. However, there was an ample gap between them. Still, she felt vulnerable thinking about them sharing the same bed.
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The night was over soon and it was another day for Layla living with her Master. As she was about to open her eyes feeling the sensation of the morning light, that radiated the room with its golden aura, she felt a hand over her body.
'What the hell?!' She exclaimed in her mind as soon as she caught sight of Michael's hand wrapped around her waist as if she were a side pillow. He was deep asleep when Layla noticed his steady breaths fanning her shoulder.
"Master… Can you please move your hand?" She asked in her soft voice trying her best not to annoy him but that's only possible if Michael could listen to her in the first place. Michael was dreaming of the same dreadful night that he lost his parents. Knowing the burnt bodies he saw that night wasn't theirs and they were being slaughtered only added to his ordeal.
Layla noticed him groaning and mumbling words in his sleep. She inched closer to his face to get a better look but what fated her next, she didn't have an intuition about it in her wildest of dreams.
'No!... Don't you leave me… Mom, Dad! Come back!... Mom is that you?' Michael's voice getting louder as he was now running towards the silhouette of his mom who seemed to be fading away in the distance.
He tried his best to reach her, sprinting as if his life depended on it. In the end, he managed to catch up with her mom. He embraced her tightly from behind, scared to let go of her although he had an intuition back in his mind that it must be a dream. Still, he wanted to feel loved, cherished, and pampered by her mom, even if it was for the last time.
"Never leave me alone… Ever. It hurts here… Mom. Please!" He pleaded as he pointed his finger to his chest towards his heart. His mom turned back and embraced him tightly and soon Michael gave in to his emotions. At first, what was just a few whimpers, her warmth acted as a catalyst causing him to burst into tears. She led him tightly as her soothing words reached into his ears.
"I'll never leave you, Master…" Michael snuggled his face in between her chest as she felt the voice to be familiar but wait it doesn't sound like her mom and 'Master'? Michael fluttered open his eyes at the thought and almost was starstruck to see Layla holding him close to her chest. Her breasts pressed against his face relentlessly. He took in a deep breath and her scent wafted his senses with pleasure. She smelled of roses.
"I won't leave you… I promise. I know I can't be your mom… Sorry for even comparing myself with her. I'm just a slave to you but if you find comfort holding me like this I won't mind, Master." Her voice cracked and soon a few tears rolled down her cheeks only to land on his lips.
"I never knew tears could taste this good." Michael's husky voice suddenly startled her, causing her to lose balance over her elbow. In turn, Layla fell over Michael. Their bodies pressed against one another; their faces barely an inch apart…