…Slowly and almost effortlessly, he aroused her and made her wild with blood curling pleasure.

He placed feathery kisses on her lips and down her shoulder blade…

He pulled her hands over her head, driving deep into her with intensity…

His hands moved around her body, making her arch forward as an overwhelming feeling came rushing..

She wanted m9re.

“We shouldn't…”

The words left her as his fingers rubbed against her core, gently but yet with intention.

“This is the only chance I get to be this close to you, Alora.”

“Young master, the mistress…”

She swallowed, trying to push past the overwhelming sensation running through her veins.

“The mistress wouldn't approve of this..”

“And who is going to tell her..” he whispered in her ears, taking small, gentle and tempting kisses down her chest to one exposed nipple.

“Young master…I will get I'm trouble for this..”

Her fingers dug into the sheets as she gasped. He had found his way in between her legs, knocking the air in her lungs.

“Every inch of you is sensitive…like it's your first..” He whispered.

He took off the last piece of clothing on her and marvelled at how beautiful she looked.

“Just as I imagined. Beautiful..”

This is certainly a night she would never forget, he made sure of it.

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Alora's breathing came in harsh as she tried wiping the tables clean.

It was another Saturday in the Pilon Mansion and the entire house had to be spotless!

It's been two months since that incident with the young master, whose name she dares not mention without his permission!

She couldn't believe it herself, that something of that nature would happen to her..

Yes, she had a tiny little crush on him growing up. Alora has worked for the Pilon family all her life, even her mother worked here before she died.

She knew how wealthy amd influential they were and how a live story between her and the young master was nothing short of a fantasy.

She was relieved that he had travelled out of the country the next day and no one seemed to know anything from that night.

Its been three months and she was starting to relax a bit. No one knows what happened.

Alora felt irritated all of a sudden and she soon gagged with something that threatened to fall out of her mouth.

She ran to the restroom, making the maids watch her in curiosity.

She emptied the contents in the toilet as she felt a wave of dizziness wash over her entire body.

Alora leaned on the wall, wondering what was wrong witn her. Is there a chance she could be sick or something?

She got on her feet, ready to return back to her work when she bumoed into the head of staff, Dia, standing by the door with dreadful eyes.

"I…I'm sorry Madam. I will return to my chores…"

"You've been sleeping around, haven't you?" Dia accused.

Alira regarded her in shock, wondering what she meant by that.

"Answer me you whore!"

"No madam. I…I haven't been sleeping around…"

Dia reached for Alora's hands and stare at her palm like she was reading something.

"My goodness, I am right! You are pregnant!"