Ticklish and flirty

Later on that day after dinner, I excused myself to my room under the pretense of needing to study, though I doubted I could focus on anything academic. My thoughts were a tangled web, each one pulling me back to Lucien. Who was he, really? And why does he makes me feel ... weak .

I heard a nock on my bed door and I opened up it was Lucien.

"Hey , can I come in ? " Lucien asked.

" Come in , you can take a seat ." I said . He came in and took a seat from my study table. And took out three small boxes .

"I didn't know what to bring you as a gift so I choose the whole set . "He gave to me "open them "

"Thanks for your gifts Lucien,you didn't have to buy the whole set of a special thing you bought " I said to him while opening up the small boxes.

The first one it was a necklace that have blood red jewel or should I say diamond . He is fancy and I'm starting to like him a bit. I looked at the name that is written inside the box and It was written Diamondère Couture Jewels . I looked at him with mouth wide open.

"What , why are you looking at me like that ? You don't like it's color? " He asked while coming to me . He took it "It suits your skin , but if you don't like the color I'll change it for you ."

"No ... don't change the color "I said quick to stop him . " I love it Lucien , it is a beautiful gift. " I said taking the box out of his hands .

"Then why did you open your mouth like that ? " He asked .

" How rich are you ? " I just slipped that out . " I'm sorry for being rude . It is just a beautiful, expensive gift . " I said .

"Expensive ... It just cost 300 000 to 400 000 dollars . As for how rich I am , I'm just rich . You said you liked it let me put it on on you ." Lucien said.

It seems that this family of mine is incredibly wealthy. The thought lingers in my mind, stirring questions I've never dared to ask out loud. "Am I, by any chance, part of a family that owns a fortune in businesses? Or maybe," I pause, glancing toward him with a teasing smirk, "do I belong to some secret royal family that no one knows exists?"

He chuckles softly, his voice rich and smooth, like a decadent melody that could make any woman weak at the knees. That sound, low and effortless, sends a shiver down my spine. Damn, his chuckles—so soft, so seductive—could make me willingly listen to him laugh all day.

I stand up and walk toward the ornate mirror in the room, my reflection staring back at me with a mix of curiosity and intrigue. Behind me, I hear him rise too, his presence magnetic, drawing me in even though he hasn't touched me. His footsteps are slow, deliberate, as he positions himself just behind me.

He's taller than me, towering in a way that feels both protective and intoxicating. I hold up a delicate necklace, the light catching on its intricate design, and pass it to him over my shoulder. Our fingers brush—a fleeting touch that sends warmth coursing through my skin. He takes the necklace, his movements unhurried, and steps closer.

As he fastens the clasp, his hands graze my neck with featherlight touches. The sensation is maddening, his fingers skillful and deliberate. I can feel the heat of his body, his warm breath brushing against my skin. The closeness is almost unbearable in the best way possible. My heart flutters when I catch him in the mirror—his eyes focused on my neck, his expression unreadable but undeniably captivating.

His jawline, sharp and defined, commands attention. There's a strength to it, a raw masculinity that makes me swallow hard. The way his lips part slightly as he concentrates on the clasp is nothing short of sinful.

I try to hold it together, but his gentle touches tickle me, and a small laugh escapes my lips. His hands pause for a moment, his eyes flicking to mine in the mirror, questioning.

"Sorry," I say, reaching up to cover one of his hands with mine. The touch feels intimate, more so than I intended. "You're tickling me."

He smiles—slow, knowing, and devastatingly attractive. "Am I?" His voice is low, a velvet tease that curls around me like smoke.

I try to compose myself, but his hand lingers on my neck, the touch now intentional. His thumb brushes the side of my throat, sending a pulse of electricity down my spine. "You're not very good at hiding when you're flustered," he murmurs, his eyes never leaving mine in the mirror.

I swallow hard, my throat suddenly dry. "Maybe it's your fault for being…distracting," I shoot back, my voice shaky but emboldened by the way his gaze darkens ever so slightly.

His other hand moves to rest on my waist, the weight of it grounding and electrifying all at once. "Distracting?" he echoes, the word rolling off his tongue like a promise. His fingers trail lightly along the line of my collarbone, barely there but enough to make me lean into him without realizing it.

"Completely," I admit, my voice barely above a whisper.

He chuckles again, the sound reverberating through me as he leans in closer, his lips hovering just beside my ear. "Good," he says softly, his breath warm against my skin. "Because you're doing the same to me."

The air between us crackles with tension, each moment stretching out like an eternity. I can feel his gaze on me, heavy and intense, making my knees feel weak. It's not just the way he touches me—it's the way he looks at me, his gaze commanding, almost suffocating in its dominance. Not in a bad way, but with an undeniable power that pulls me in. I feel like I'm a meal, exposed and vulnerable, under his hungry stare.I was thinking right when I first met him , I really want to take his eyes off.

I let out a shaky breath, the necklace forgotten as I turn to face him, our proximity leaving no room for doubt. His hand moves to my chin, tilting it up just enough to meet his eyes. They're stormy and intense, drawing me in like a riptide I don't want to escape.

"You're trouble," I whisper, trying to maintain some semblance of control.

His lips curve into a slow, wicked smile. "And you're enjoying every second of it."

The space between us feels like it's shrinking, the pull magnetic and impossible to resist.

I turned around and looked my self in front of the mirror.

"You were right it suits my skin , thank you it is beautiful." I said while looking myself in the mirror. I felt his warm hands on my shoulder and he looked at me through the mirror.

"I know how to choose colours Scarlet , please don't take it off from now on. " Lucien said.

"I'll have to take it off , I can't go at school wearing necklace that comes from Diamondère Couture Jewels and is expensive nor take a shower or Bath " I said while removing it . He stopped me and removed my hand from my neck .

" You will wear it when you go to school, and if it gets stolen I'll turn the whole school up and down till I find it or buy you a new one . It will depend on my mood. As for you showering and bathing don't worry about it, it will never get ruined." Lucien said with a low smooth voice.

"Let me put the earrings and bracelet on you," he said with a smirk. I was so lost in the moment, I completely forgot about the other two boxes. But those... they were just as beautiful. He carefully took out the red blood diamond earrings and slid them into my ears, the sparkle making my heart race. Then, he took out a delicate bracelet, each silver flower cradling a blood-red diamond at its center, curling perfectly around my wrist. It shimmered against my pale skin, making me feel like a dream.

"Thank you, Lucien," I whispered, my eyes locking with his. "These are the most amazing gifts I've ever received."

"Of course I'm your cousin, I'll know what you like by just feelings. Don't take your necklace necklace off and Goodnight I am going to sleep" Lucien said as he waked out of my bedroom.

When he said cousin, I felt off . I felt like he is telling me a lie. If only I looked at his face when he said those words or at me then I would know if he is telling a lie or not.

I took off bracelet and earrings and putted them inside their own boxes,and putted inside my study table drawer. I decided to finish that presentation of mine because tomorrow we will be presenting in class.

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Lucien's view

Scarlet

Her name lingered in my mind like the sweetest melody, haunting and irresistible. I couldn't stop thinking about the way her pale skin glowed under the soft light, how her lips parted in surprise when she saw the necklace. She looked so innocent, so untouched by the weight of the world I carried. She didn't realize it yet, but she was mine.

The way her eyes lit up when she opened the boxes made something tighten in my chest. Her gratitude was genuine, pure, and it made me want to spoil her endlessly. I wanted to drape her in jewels, wrap her in silks, and watch her glow like the queen she was meant to be.

But it wasn't just her beauty that captivated me. It was her spirit—the quiet strength in her voice, the way she carried herself, as though she was trying to remain invisible but couldn't help but shine. It was maddening, really. She had no idea of the effect she had on me, how much I craved to unravel every part of her, to see what lay beneath her composed exterior.

And then there was the way she looked at me, her wide eyes full of curiosity . Just like first time we met today. She looked up to me because she thought I was her cousin. The thought gnawed at me, but I couldn't bring myself to correct her—not yet. Not when I didn't even know how to explain what I felt for her. Every time when I look at her my eyes just get stuck on her.

It wasn't just lust, though there was plenty of that. Every time I was near her, my body ached with the need to touch her, to claim her, to make her mine in every sense of the word. But it was more than physical. She unsettled me in ways no one ever had. She made me feel weak and powerful all at once, like I could conquer the world if it meant keeping her safe, keeping her happy.

I thought back to the moment I fastened the necklace around her neck. The feel of her soft skin under my fingers had been torture. She shivered at my touch, and it took every ounce of restraint not to press my lips to the nape of her neck, to taste her and see if she was as sweet as she looked. The image of her in the mirror, her breath hitching as I leaned closer, was burned into my mind.

Her reaction to me was intoxicating. She tried to hide it, but I saw it—the way her cheeks flushed, the way her breathing quickened when I stepped closer. She wasn't immune to me, and that knowledge sent a dark thrill through me.

Still, there was a part of me that wanted more than just her body. I wanted her heart, her soul. I wanted her to look at me with the same hunger I felt for her. Even though we just met today ,I wanted to dominate her, yes, but not in a way that broke her. I wanted her to trust me enough to let go, to give herself to me completely, knowing I would never let her fall.

And yet, I hated how vulnerable she made me feel. She had this power over me, a power I couldn't control, and it scared me. I had built walls around myself for so long, but with her, they crumbled far too easily.

I ran a hand through my hair, frustrated with myself. I couldn't let her see how much she affected me—not yet. She wasn't ready, and maybe I wasn't either. But one thing was clear: I wasn't going to let anyone else have her.

As I reached my room, I glanced back down the hallway, imagining her sitting at her desk, probably tucking the bracelet and earrings away with that same careful grace she did everything with. I smiled to myself, a dark, possessive smile.

One day, Golderine, you'll realize you belong to me. And when that day comes, I won't hold back anymore. Until then, I'll wait. But not forever.

Because you're already mine—even if you don't know it yet.

I walked into Mariam office and I found her looking through three files that have info about three High schoolers .

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Aunt Mariam's View

After dinner I went to my office and took out files that Lucien gave to me and I flipped them .

The first one was written the information about Stacy Coles. A nineteen years old who stays in House number 1783 with her stepmother and her father .Her parents are divorce and father married another women , Alex Coffee . She have a stepbrother ,Adrian Coffee . She is romantically involved with her stepbrother. Stepmother and parents don't know about them . She is a daddy's little girl. Family not poor nor rich. Loves to pretend as if she is also wealthy to befriend Stephanie. Owns too many fake brands that her stepbrother brings her telling her they are real .

Stephanie Abram, 18, lives in a big, luxurious apartment. She has both parents but no siblings. A spoiled brat, she spends money recklessly. Her parents own several businesses and are always busy, leaving her alone with her nanny.Stephanie has many boyfriends and lacks personal boundaries, often indulging in impulsive and carefree behavior.

Julia Merth, 18, lives at house 1945 with her mother, who owns a hospital. Her father vanished years ago and never came back. Though wealthy, Julia never shows it off. She constantly tries to impress Stephanie.She stays home alone with her nanny and dislikes boys. Julia is a lesbian and might have a growing interest in someone special.

As I continued to read , Lucien entire inside my office without knocking.

"I can see you are already reading all the information I bought back ,is it useful ?" Lucien asked .

"Yep it is useful , friday night I'll not be here ,you will have to take care of Golderine while I'm walking through shadows." I said while opening his bag that have potions I needed.

"And please don't over use Devil's claw potion too much ,only one drop is fine . If I may ask what did those three girls do to you?" He asked while sitting in front of me .

"Me ... It is not me . It is Golderine . "I said giving him short information.

"And I saw how you looked at her when you first met her . I want to tell you something . Don't think of placing a drop of love ,not even lust shall come to your heart or mind ,to her . Keep your pretense of coursin on her . And know this I do take you as my son since I can't really fall in love with anyone else. And tonight you are sleeping in my room " I said giving him a warning. It seems he really grown up and no longer Stick to me like a bubble gum .The way he looked at her I feel like he turned out to be a player this one . If they really love each other then I'll give them my blessings.

"I'll stay far away from her ,but if we really do connect. You will have to give us a chance . " Lucien said.

" Mm, now get out and go to sleep I want mix this potions with Golderine hair ." I said talking out her hair .

" Okay goodnight." Lucien left. And I started to think about what he said. Well it seems he has changed , back in the days he was shy and uptight , today he knows how to charm ladies and not shy . I let him off because Golderine will never fall in love with him . Instead he will ask him lot of questions about secrets I'm holding . He will be restless for ten days until Golderine's birthday month.

Let me mix my potions for some people.