Unlawful Affair With Asher Williams

Adelie POV

It's a beautiful morning, and I'm glad that I'll be having breakfast with my parents today. Just how much I've missed them so much. These past few days without them have been unarguably boring.

Descending the staircase minutes later, the aroma coming from the kitchen welcomes me and realizing that I'll be eating from the food made by that scumbag I call a brother, I can't help but roll my eyes angrily. I'm still so mad at him for treating Cynthia the way he did yesterday. For goodness sake, she did nothing wrong. All she did was confess her feelings to the bastard she claimed to be madly in love with. As much as I'm sad about what happened, I'm also happy that she realized the kind of person my brother is. Maybe she will learn to kill those dirty feelings and move on with her life. I'm sure someone will love and accept her the way she is. For fuck's sake, Cynthia is not ugly.

"Urgh!" I grunt angrily as I finally get to the dining room, where my parents are already seated and waiting for Asher to serve their food.

"Good morning, darling. Did you sleep well?" Dad, the always energetic one smiles at me as he ruffled my hair, and I nod my head. "Good morning, dad. I slept well, what about you?" I reply to him with the same energy, and he smiles at me while nodding his head. "Good morning, sweetheart. Trust you had a lovely night's rest?" Mom finally smiles at me, and I return the smile to her.

"Yes, mommy. Good morning. Did you sleep well?" I ask her, and she nods her head.

The sound of the footsteps coming behind me alerts me of Asher's presence, and I scoff angrily. I just wish I can slap him so hard in the face right now. Just the thought of all the things he said to Cynthia yesterday is driving me crazy. How could he be so mean to my sweet and innocent friend?

"Good morning, Adelie," His voice sounds through my ears, and I shut my eyes briefly, trying to control my anger. How the hell does he still have the nerve to talk to me, knowing that I'm mad at him?

"Morning," I reply to him grumpily.

He starts serving the food, starting from dad, then to mom, and finally to me, but I stop him.

"I don't want to eat rice, Asher. I'll make noodles for myself," I stop him from serving me, and I can see the surprised look on my parent's faces.

"Noodles? When did you start having noodles for breakfast?" Dad chips in before mom can talk, and I shrug.

"Maybe today," I shrug again, as I roll my eyes. I don't like having noodles for breakfast, but if that's the only excuse not to eat the food made by him, then I would take the risk.

"Alright. I will make it for you right away," Asher quickly says, dropping the bowl he was holding, and I shake my head.

"I can make it myself, I don't need your help," I say to him grumpily as I stand up to my feet, and glare hard at him before I saunter into the kitchen, slamming the door hard behind me.

"What's wrong with these two?" I hear mom's voice from the dining as I set to cook, and I run my fingers through my hair.

"Did you two have a fight?" I heard dad asks Asher.

"No, we didn't," The jerk dare to lie to dad when he knows that I'm mad at him? That's so crazy.

"I will go talk to her," His voice sounds from outside before I hear his footsteps drawing close, and I quickly turn to face the food which I already have on the hot plate. The door opens, and I feel him walk inside and close the door behind him. "Adelie..." He calls softly and pauses.

"What do you want?" I ask him, not sparing him a glance.Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

"I know you're mad at me for what happened yesterday, can we talk about it, please?" He asks me softly, and I roll my eyes. Who would've ever thought that my annoying and always possessive brother can be this jelly?

"There's nothing to talk about, Asher. Just leave, I don't want to talk to you," I reply to him dismissively, and I hear him sigh.

"Come on, baby. It hasn't gotten to that," He further says, and my heart skips like a million times as my eyes slowly narrow in shock. For fuck's sake, why the hell is he calling me baby?

"Don't call me that," I try not to stutter as I say to him harshly.

"Ok, I'm sorry. I won't call you that again. So can we talk now, please?" I feel his footsteps drawing close to me, and I quickly turn to face him. I gulp down nothing nervously, seeing the crazy look he has on. What the fuck is he up to now? "Wh... What are you doing?" I stutter, and he rolls his eyes at me.

"Relax!" He hushes as he finally gets to where I am now leaning against the counter, and wraps his right arm around my waist, pulling me close to himself.

"Are you crazy? Let go of me! Mom and dad may walk..."

"Shhhh! Don't be nervous," He hushes me as he leans forward and nuzzles my neck while burying his face there, teasing me with his hot breath, and I feel my heart pick race.

"Wh... What are... doing, As... her?" My heart is beating so loudly that I bet he can hear its sound. I hate that my body reacts to his touch this way, but for fuck's sake, why is he doing this? Mom and dad would be so disappointed in us if they should walk in on us doing this. They'll never be able to forgive us.

"Relax, sweetheart... What should I do to make it up to you? What should I do to make my baby forgive me, huh?" His hand crawls up my thigh, and his tongue teasing the nape of my neck as he whispers the question like he doesn't want someone else to hear what he just asked me.

"Sto... stop this, As... her... Just stop, please," I try not to moan out loud as I feel his hand caressing my thigh. I can feel my vagina wet from his touch, and I think I may end up squirting if he doesn't get away from me this minute. "Tell me, sweetheart... What should I do to make it up to you?" He whispers the same question for the second time, and I bite my bottom lip.

"Da... date Cyn... thia..." I end up bluffing out, and he quickly pulls away from me like I've just said something forbidden. His eyes suddenly darken with rage as he stares at me, and I gulp down nothing nervously. Why the hell is he reacting this way now?