Chapter 48:Mafia’s possession
Chapter 48
They were resting in each other's arms, basking in the euphoria of their pleasure. Jacqueline's head was nestled on his chest and Alexander ran his fingers through the smooth tendrils of her hair in a gentle stroke.
It was dark outside and the moonlight streamed into the room through the window.The curtains on the window fluttered softly, floating on the breeze like a light feather.
Jacqueline ran her hand on his strong arm as they cuddled beneath the white duvet. He stroked her breast lazily and she gasped. Alexander chuckled. "How do you feel?"
Jacqueline blinked repeatedly, not knowing the right words to utter.Then she smiled as she raised her head looking at him affectionately. "Are you looking for compliments?"
He laughed lightly then he tickled her and she squirmed before bursting into laughter. "You might as well drop a review," he joked. Then he continued to tickle her.
She couldn't stop herself from laughing as she was being tickled. "Stop," she managed to say amidst laughter.
He stopped and then dropped a kiss on her face. "You're so beautiful. If you continue to move that way, I may be forced to take you into another pleasurable ride."
"Ouch, I still feel sore."
His face became sober. "I was only pulling your legs," then he smiled at her.
"Okay," she laid in his arms and stroked her face.
"So I am your first," he asked.
She became shy and she nodded her head. "Yes."
"And I will be the only man you'll ever be with," he said in a serious tone. Before he brought down his lips and kissed her gently.
Soon they drifted off to sleep In each other's arms. By morning when she woke up, she turned around to see that Alexander was nowhere in sight.
She jolted up from the bed, her eyes darting around. Her cloth was neatly folded and kept on the side of the bed.
She felt it was all a dream but a blood stain on the bed which was bright red. Was enough reality. Memories of last night flooded back to her mind. It was a night filled with pleasure as she opened herself to him.He was the first man she had been with. And she enjoyed how he pleasured her to no end.
He must have left for his room since he was nowhere in sight. Getting up from the bed, she wrapped the sheet round her body and almost stumbled. As she made her way to the bathroom. After having a shower, she tied a towel round her body and came out of the bathroom with the sheet in her hands.
She dropped it on the bed and walked to her closet where she rummaged through it, searching for a neat uniform to put on.
When she found one which was hung on the cloth hanger, she brought it out and changed into it. And her hair was neatly packed in a ponytail.
There was no need for light makeup because she was in a hurry to prepare breakfast and get some house chores done.
After arranging her clothes neatly, she walked out of her room and closed the door gently behind her. She was in the kitchen about to prepare breakfast when someone walked in.
A tall beautiful woman with greying hair. She looked like she was in her late forties. Her fingers were adorned with rings and she had a beaded necklace round her neck.
"You must be the maid. When are we having breakfast? Or don't we get to eat around here," she glared at Jacqueline.
Jacqueline felt a wave of uneasiness wound through her as the woman walked closely towards her. She gave a weak smile. "Sorry for the delay. Breakfast will be served shortly."
"You seemed to be very comfortable here. You were supposed to serve us breakfast yesterday but you were nowhere in sight," she spat.
"Uhm, there was an emergency yesterday. Alexander told me to take the day off."
The woman cocked her head. "You now address him by his name. Is there something I am missing?"
Jacqueline almost slapped herself for calling him by his name. He had instructed her to do so. Now this was the outcome. Oh shit.
"You aren't saying anything," the woman said, eyeing her .
"It was a slip of tongue, ma'am. Mr. Vladimir told me to take the day off yesterday." Jacqueline was wondering who the woman was. She felt like hurrying out of her sight to avoid getting into trouble.
"I see. In case you're wondering, I am his mother. Well not in that sense. I am his step mother. I have a few days to spend here. I'd want you to serve me dutifully as best as you can," she instructed with a cold look on her face.
Jacqueline almost rolled her eyes but decided to respond. "Yes, ma'am." She wasn't aware of a step mother.
"Now, you listen well. My breakfast should be served on time, including lunch and dinner. Am I understood?"
"Yes," she responded.
She turned to leave but stopped mid way. "I've noticed your closeness with your boss. Tell me, what's going on between you two?," she asked.
"I don't understand," Jacqueline said. She was exhausted from the incessant questions.
The woman scowled at her. "What don't you understand?"
"Mr. Vladimir is my boss. I work for him."
Greta, Alexander's step mother, closed the gap between Jacqueline and her. Then she said in an icy tone. "You're nobody trying to get her greedy claws on Alexander. I'd advise you to stick to where you belong, in the trash. You're here to serve. Your kind will not be tolerated if you try to act funny," she breathed down angrily on Jacqueline's face.
"Don't you think you're overstepping your bounds, Greta."
They both looked towards the direction of the voice and found Alexander standing by the doorway.
"Alexander," Greta said as she faked a smile.
He walked towards Jacqueline and held her hand. His eyes glazed with fury as he looked at his step mother. "She is more important than you'll ever be, Greta."
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