3 its him

Aliyah

"I won't harm you, baby," he said, his voice softening, a touch of genuine concern in his eyes. "Don't be afraid. If you want to go, that's fine. Let me take care of you. I'll help you freshen up, and then I'll send you home."

“Are you sure you’re not a psycho?” I asked, my voice laced with doubt.

He chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that sent a shiver down my spine. “I may have forgotten your name momentarily, as I used to call you Sierra. But I assure you, I’m not a psycho, baby.”

“You’re strange,” I said, shaking my head. “My name is Aliyah, and I don’t have any other name. I don’t have amnesia or anything like that. I remember everything clearly since I was a child.”

“I apologize,” he said, a hint of a smile on his lips. “You will understand in due time. Can I carry you to the bathroom now?”

“Ah, stop right there!” I exclaimed, my voice sharp. “Don’t touch me! I swear I won’t forgive you.”

“Damn it!” he said, his tone laced with frustration. “I said I wouldn’t harm you. I just don’t want to lose sight of you.”

She rolled her eyes, a bitter laugh escaping her lips. “Am I now a prisoner?” she whispered to herself, a chilling realization settling over her.

A knock on the door interrupted their tense stand-off.

“Don’t worry,” he said, his voice smooth as silk. “It’s just Hilda.”

Her eyes narrowed. “How did he know who’s knocking?” she wondered to herself, a knot of unease tightening in her stomach. She didn’t want to argue with him anymore, to risk his unpredictable temper. He was wealthy, powerful, and capable of anything.

“Raige, are you okay?” a voice, sharp and laced with a hint of amusement, called from behind the door. “Are you having fun with some random girl there?”

Raige turned toward the door, his gaze fixed on me, a possessive glint in his eyes. She took advantage of his distraction, making a dash for the bathroom she’d spotted behind a distant door in the room.

“Can you share her with me?” Hilda asked, her voice laced with a playful but calculating tone.

“You’re crazy,” Raige replied, his voice laced with annoyance. He opened the door a fraction, just enough to block her view. “I thought you had left.”

“Come on, Raige,” Hilda said, her voice laced with a touch of desperation. “Stop treating me like I mean nothing to you. I’m your fiancée. Always remember that.”

Raige smirked, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “You were just my fiancée, Hilda,” he said, his voice clipped. “A damn fiancée due to our parents’ agreement.”

Hilda clenched her fist, her face hardening with anger. “Yes, I am,” she said, her voice tight. “But remember, you wouldn’t be a king if you didn’t marry me. Our future has been predetermined, whether you like it or not.”

“You know I love breaking rules,” Raige said, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Now go, before I throw you out of my house.”

“Damn it!” she snapped, her patience wearing thin. “Fine, whatever. I just wanted to remind you that the school year has started. Maybe you want to have some fun this year.”

“I’ll think about it,” Raige said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

He slammed the door shut, the sound echoing through the room. As he turned around, he was met with the sight of Aliyah, wrapped in a towel, her scent intoxicating him.

“Damn it, baby,” he said, his voice husky with desire. “Do you want another round?”

“I need clothes,” Aliyah said, her voice weary. “Mr. I’m already late for my first day of school.”

“School?” he said, a glint of interest in his eyes. “Perfect, I was just about to enroll. Which school are you attending?”

Aliyah rolled her eyes, her patience wearing thin.

“You truly are a psycho,” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Go and leave me alone. Enroll in whatever school you want. I don’t want to see you again.”

Raige laughed, a deep, rumbling sound that echoed through the room. “That’s a big problem,” he said, his eyes locked on her. “Because I want to be by your side.”

“I need clothes, please,” she said, her voice laced with exhaustion. “I’m tired of arguing with you.”

“You look lovely without anything on,” he said, his gaze lingering on her body. “But I’m selfish, and I don’t want anyone to catch sight of what’s mine. So, okay. There are clothes on the table. I’ve already bought them for you.”

Raige couldn’t resist the intoxicating scent of Aliyah’s blood now that she was human. He couldn’t resist the pull of her essence, the promise of her surrender. He moved towards her, his movements swift and silent, his eyes filled with an ancient hunger.

With wide eyes, Aliyah held the towel tighter as Raige's large figure loomed over her.

"What are you doing?"

"Can I please taste it again?"

Raige reached to touch Aliyah's body.

Aliyah gasped. "I'm sober, Mr. So back off."

"Aww, you were so willing last night, like a child. Are you sure you don't want it? You seemed quite aroused. I can feel it."

Aliyah pushed him away. "Stop it! I'm not your toy that you can play with whenever you want! Mr. No matter how wealthy you are, you can't buy me.”

Raige seemed hurt by Aliyah's words. He didn't want Sierra to think of him that way.

"Damn, you know how to bring me back to my senses. Okay, maybe I've been overly excited to see you again. I promise to behave from now on. Put your clothes on if you don't want me to lose control again. I'll wait for you downstairs."

"What is wrong with him? He's a handsome psycho. He's talking as if we know each other very well. Oh Lord, how can I escape from this crazy house?"

Aliyah pulled on the knee-length blue dress that the stylist had brought when someone knocked on the door.

"Miss, Sir Raige wants me to help you. My name is Jammy, nice to meet you."

Jammy paused as she saw the striking resemblance between Aliyah and her late senorita, Sierra. If Sierra had grown up, she would have looked just like this girl. But wait... Is this girl human? Jammy muttered to herself.

"Your boss is absurd. I don't need anyone. I can manage to dress myself. I'm not disabled or anything."

"It's my pleasure to help you, miss. From now on, you can ask me anything."

Aliyah sighed. "Seriously, what do you mean by 'from now on'? I'm fine, I don't need any help. Besides, this is probably the last time we'll see each other, so you don't have to assist me.”

Aliyah held the towel tighter around her, her eyes widening as Raige’s imposing figure loomed over her. “What are you doing?” she asked, her voice laced with a mixture of fear and apprehension.

“Can I please taste it again?” he asked, his voice husky with desire. He reached out, his hand hovering over her body.

Aliyah gasped, pulling back. “I’m sober, Mr. So back off.”

“Aww,” he said, a playful smirk playing on his lips. “You were so willing last night, like a child. Are you sure you don’t want it? You seemed quite aroused. I can feel it.”

Aliyah pushed him away, her voice rising with anger. “Stop it! I’m not your toy that you can play with whenever you want! Mr. No matter how wealthy you are, you can’t buy me.”

Raige seemed taken aback by her words, a flicker of hurt crossing his features. He didn’t want Sierra to think of him that way.

“Damn,” he said, his voice softening. “You know how to bring me back to my senses. Okay, maybe I’ve been overly excited to see you again. I promise to behave from now on. Put your clothes on if you don’t want me to lose control again. I’ll wait for you downstairs.”

“What is wrong with him?” Aliyah muttered to herself as she watched him leave. “He’s a handsome psycho. He’s talking as if we know each other very well. Oh Lord, how can I escape from this crazy house?”

She pulled on the knee-length blue dress that the stylist had brought, just as a knock came at the door.

“Miss,” a woman said, her voice soft and hesitant. “Sir Raige wants me to help you. My name is Jammy. Nice to meet you.” Jammy paused, her eyes widening as she took in Aliyah’s features. The resemblance was striking. If Sierra had grown up, she would have looked just like this girl. But wait… Is this girl human? Jammy wondered to herself, her eyes darting back and forth, studying Aliyah.

“Your boss is absurd,” Aliyah said, her voice laced with annoyance. “I don’t need anyone. I can manage to dress myself. I’m not disabled or anything.”

“It’s my pleasure to help you, miss,” Jammy said, her smile genuine. “From now on, you can ask me anything.”

Aliyah sighed. “Seriously, what do you mean by ‘from now on?’” she asked. “I’m fine, I don’t need any help. Besides, this is probably the last time we’ll see each other, so you don’t have to assist me.”