Pampered Like A Princess

Edward placed Penelope in the backseat and looked at Nelissa. Compared to Penelope, Nelissa resembled more of an aristocrat: impulsive, brash, and cheeky.

She was annoying, yet lovable.

Nelissa released her grip on Edward’s arm, wanting to get in the car with Penelope, only to be stopped by him.

Edward covered Penelope with his suit so that she would not throw up in the car.

“Sit in front. It’s cramped back there. Remember to buckle up too.”

Nelissa moved slowly, tugging at the seatbelt, but it seemed that it would not budge at all.

Edward held her hand and guided her. She could feel the warmth emitting from his hand.

“T-Thank you.” Nelissa looked up at him.

“Oh?” Edward arched his eyebrow. “I prefer more tangible rewards as just a mere thank you.”

What?

All of a sudden, Edward cupped her chin and kissed her passionately.

Nelissa struggled, but she could not seem to escape no matter how much she tried.

Edward nibbled on her lower lip, but she refused to part her lips. He pinned her hands down and looked into her eyes.NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.

“Keep it down. We don’t want Penelope to hear us.”

If Penelope were to wake up now, she would see her uncle kissing her high school friend.

The idea of that happening frightened her, and Nelissa gradually caved. Edward’s tongue waltzed along with hers.

The temperature in the car seemed to rise as the intense kiss continued.

Once he had his fill, Edward let go of Nelissa, who was extremely flustered.

She was mesmerized by the kiss, drowning even deeper in her high. She leaned against the seat, panting, her face flushed.

Edward thought that she looked wildly seductive, even more so after he ravaged her.

He drove straight back to his residence after that, a short ride made shorter after Edward ran a couple of red lights.

Nelissa had almost fallen asleep when they arrived, but Edward woke her up before taking Penelope into the house.

Nelissa followed suit.

It was only a few steps, but Nelissa was stumbling her way up. It took quite a while before Edward could finally place Penelope in the guest room.

After tucking Penelope into bed, Edward held Nelissa in his arms while she huddled closer to him. “You’ll be sleeping with me tonight.”

He had been thinking of that all night.

Edward kissed Nelissa all the way to his room, looking forward to whatever that was to come later in the night. He shut the door behind him and placed Nelissa on her bed.

He slithered into the same space as her, centimeters away from her back. He suppressed the urge to rip off her dress at that very moment.

His primal instincts told him to conquer Nelissa right away. Every inch of her and every sound she was making allured him, enticing him into a state of ecstasy.

Edward kissed every inch of her skin with burning passion as he slowly unzipped the back of her dress.

It spoke of his longing, his lonesome journey to this moment. Eventually, his hands found their way into her dress, making her shiver.

“Nelly,” he whispered.

His scent was intoxicating. Nelissa closed her eyes and huddled closer to him, trying to glean some security from him. “Zay.”

Edward froze, his burgeoning urge swiftly cooling down, but his anger lingered. “It seems that I have overestimated myself.”

He zipped her dress up before storming into the bathroom and slamming the door shut.

The sound boomed across the room, making Nelissa curl up in fear.

Edward came out from the bathroom an hour later, done with his cold shower. He was still visibly angry.

He went to the bed, frowning. When he was about to tuck her in, he noticed that Nelissa was crying.

He caressed her face, and a warm sensation traveled up his fingertips.

Was she having a nightmare? Was she dreaming of Zayden, even at this moment?

Edward wiped her tears away, annoyed and frustrated. Even though she loved someone else, he still wanted her.

He swore that he would take her as his own and make her forget about Zayden. He swore that he would make her fall for him, and only him.

Nelissa woke up the next morning with a massive hangover, but more importantly, she noticed, to her shock, that she was in Edward’s room.

She massaged her head, trying to relieve the pain. Taking a glimpse at the clock on the wall, she quickly went to wash herself up.

She was going to be late for work if she did not hurry.

Nelissa came out of the bathroom shortly after, but Edward was still nowhere to be found.

She took her own sweet time to doll herself up before making her way downstairs. Her legs were wobbly as she gripped the handrail for support.

Eliza was doing her chores when Nelissa descended the stairs. She would start work at eight every day.

“Good morning, Miss Nelly.” She bowed.

Nelissa greeted her back, and she noticed that nobody was in the living room. “Where’s Penelope?”

“Miss Penelope is still asleep,” Eliza answered.

Nelissa nodded. “Where’s Edward then?”

“Young Master Edward has gone out a while ago.”

Edward was already on his way out when she arrived earlier that day. He drove to work after giving the necessary instructions to Eliza.

Nelissa arched her eyebrow.

That was early.

Eliza then added, “Breakfast will be ready soon.”

Nelissa nodded and smiled, seemingly having forgotten that she was about to be late for work.

Her memory from the night before was fragmented. She remembered calling Jolene, but Edward seemed to have answered her call instead.

Did she dial the wrong number?

She checked her call record.

It seemed that she had accidentally called Edward instead of Jolene.

Nelissa vaguely recalled Edward sounding quite upset the night before.

Did she do something to anger him? Maybe she had accidentally woken him up when he was sleeping.

Nelissa bit her lip in embarrassment, the memory from the night before gushing in.

She remembered Edward kissing her in front of Penelope, who had already passed out, but everything after that was a blur.

Did they sleep on the bed together? Did Edward…

“Eliza, my head hurts. Could you please brew some tea for me?” Penelope’s voice could be heard from upstairs.

Nelissa wasn’t sure if anything had happened between Edward and her, but she was still wearing the dress from the night before.

Everything should be fine, yes?

“Of course, Miss Penelope.” Eliza brewed some tea for two, as per Edward’s instructions.

Penelope looked unkempt and almost lethargic.

“Did Uncle Edward bring us back last night?”

She slumped onto the couch next to Nelissa.

“Yes,” Nelissa replied. “I think I called the wrong number.”

Penelope looked frustrated. “Where did you sleep last night, then?”

“The room beside yours,” Nelissa lied.

Breakfast was ready soon after.

Halfway through breakfast, Nelissa asked Penelope to give her a ride to work, which she agreed readily.

Eliza seemed a little distracted when she came back with the tea.

“Young Master Edward seems to be in a bad mood today. He went out earlier than usual, and he didn’t have his breakfast either. He isn’t usually like this.”

Nelissa’s heart sank, and she almost spat out her soup.

“Oh no. Do you think he got angry because I passed out last night?” Penelope exclaimed.

She put her spoon down, looking equally frustrated as Nelissa.

“If he tells my father a word about this, I’d get grounded for a week at least!”

Nelissa patted her hand. “You’re overthinking this, Penelope.”

She knew that Edward was upset at her, not Penelope.

As she wore her heels, Nelissa gave Jolene a call, asking her to bring a set of clean clothes for her to change at the company.

All of a sudden, Penelope screamed, making her jump.

“Eliza! Why does Uncle Edward have a pair of slippers for women?! Whose is this?!”

She pointed at the pair of women’s slippers on the shoe rack.

Eliza took a look, but she didn’t know who those slippers belonged to either, so she looked at Nelissa.

Nelissa’s heart raced.

Was it hers? Impossible.

“It’s probably for his guests.” Nelissa tried to convince both herself and Penelope.