Flash Marriage: In His Eyes-Chapter 324: What the girl wants.

–Alyssa–

Last night was epic.

Livana’s plan to scare her half-sister nearly to death worked perfectly. The woman even went back to Livana’s room and almost fainted when Livana appeared in front of her. Her face turned pale as paper. I swear she looked like she had seen an actual ghost.

Honestly, it was hilarious.

Of course, Lore and I knew the whole twisted history of the family—like Livana’s father being a cheating cuckold. We laughed about it for a while until we couldn’t breathe.

Then... we ended up making out.

David was already fast asleep in the guest room, so he didn’t hear a thing.

I lay on my stomach across the bed the next morning, lazily checking Teresa’s whereabouts on my phone. The test result had already come in.

Lore isn’t the father.

I think he already knew that before I even told him.

The mattress dipped behind me.

Lore crawled over and pressed his body against my back, warm and heavy, his chin brushing my shoulder as he looked over my screen. I can feel his manhood between my ass getting hard.

"David’s in the library with his secretary and Damon," he whispered.

I giggled softly.

"Good," I murmured. "Because I want to do whatever you’re thinking about."

He chuckled low in my ear.

"Oh, beauty... you wouldn’t like it. I have very bad, very dirty thoughts about you."

"Let’s get married," I suggested casually. "Then we wouldn’t have to hold back."

"Let’s wait for the grand wedding, okay?" he replied, kissing my temple.

I nudged him with my shoulder.

"I have something to show you."

He shifted away slightly, and I couldn’t help noticing the effect I was already having on him. I grinned and slipped off the bed.

From the closet, I pulled out the bikini I bought earlier.

This one would definitely make him react.

I went into the bathroom and changed. The two-piece was white, delicate, with thin strings. The top barely covered what it needed to—just my nipples.Then the matching bottom—just enough fabric in front with a small flower design, and thin strings along my hips. But there’s no hair at all. I’m hairless, and Mom and I managed to maintain that because of our routine every day for years.

Confidently.

I checked myself in the mirror.

Perfect.

When I stepped back into the room, Lore was sitting on the bed, scrolling through his tablet.

I walked straight in front of him.

He looked up.

And froze.

Completely.

I love his expression.

"What do you think?" I asked sweetly, turning around once so he could see everything.

"What the hell are you wearing?" he hissed.

Before I could laugh, he grabbed a duvet and wrapped it around me like I was some kind of dangerous weapon.

I giggled.

"It’s a surprise."

"It can’t—" he exhaled sharply and rubbed his face. "Damn it, Aly."

I pushed the blanket down a little.

"Come on," I teased, hugging him from behind, slid my hand to his crotch. He’s bigger than before. "I want your mouth to please my virgin pussy." My voice too seductive, slow and clear. I want him to suffer like this.

He went completely stiff.

The tension in his shoulders was almost funny.

He covered my mouth quickly before I could say anything else, then carried me straight into the bathroom and shut the door behind me like he was quarantining me.

I stood there for a second.

Then smirked.

When I came back out, he tossed a dress at me.

"Lore!" I hissed. "Come on."

He dragged a hand through his hair, clearly struggling.

"Seriously, Aly. Stop doing that. Okay?" His voice sounded frustrated, his face flushed.

But I knew why.

He wasn’t angry.

He was holding himself back.

Because he respected me.

And our families.

And maybe... the promise he made to himself.

I crossed my arms.

"Let’s go to the civil office tomorrow," I said stubbornly. "I don’t care about the grand wedding. Let’s just get married already."

He walked toward me and squeezed my cheeks firmly.

"No."

I pouted.

Then I grabbed him by the waist just to annoy him.

He groaned, picked me up and tossed me to bed like I was nothing. I gasped and watched him.

Then he walked to the door, making sure it was locked.

He even pulled the curtains closed.

When he turned back toward me, he lifted his shirt over his head.

And my brain stopped working for a second.

Damn.

He was unfairly attractive. Those six packs damn abs, a big bulge that somehow makes weird things down my navel. Damn, I even think I’m wet.

And yes... my traitorous ovaries were very aware of it.

–Lore–

We didn’t go all the way.

Just... a lot of creative problem-solving.

I focused on pleasing her—my mouth, my fingers, and the ridiculous collection of toys she insisted on bringing. In return, she helped me deal with my own situation by trapping me between her legs, squeezing my manhood tightly, still teasing me with the string bikini that barely covers her nipples and her pussy. Damn that sweet pussy.

Honestly?

It was better than my own hands.

At one point she tried to take things further, leaning down with that soft mouth of hers, and I immediately stopped her.

No.

That mouth wasn’t meant for blowjobs. Not yet. Maybe someday. But not today.

Afterward, she cleaned up while I got dressed and collapsed back on the bed.

We barely slept last night either. We had been... busy.

And for the record—I didn’t cross the final line. She tried very hard to push me there, but I had to stop her.

God.

It was driving me insane.

I really needed to stop both of us before my self-control crashed like an overloaded processor.

"I’ll go downstairs," she said, leaning over to kiss my lips.

I kissed her back lazily.

She slipped out of the room, humming some random tune like nothing happened.

Meanwhile, I finally started dozing off.

I had already cleaned everything up—no traces, no suspicious evidence. Perfect operational cleanup.

I hugged the pillow and slowly drifted into deep sleep.

Then the door opened.

I forced one eye open.

David walked in.

He quietly sat on the edge of the bed and poked my shoulder.

"Hey," he whispered.

"Hmm..."

"So... Aly just announced downstairs that you two are getting married ASAP. Like, judge-and-lawyer ASAP. She’s currently negotiating with mom and dad."

I bolted upright.

"Did you stop her?" I asked immediately.

David shrugged.

"That girl always gets what she wants."

"Bro." I grabbed his face dramatically. "You have to stop her. She hasn’t even graduated yet."

"Well, I’m fine with it," he said casually. "She’s eighteen. Also, technically I should get married first."

He pouted.

I stared at him.

"Then marry your secretary," I suggested instantly. "She’s single. Attractive. Clearly obsessed with you."

Although I knew the last part wasn’t true. No, Kelsey isn’t obsessed with him. She’s obsessed with controlling the carefully crafted, organized schedule she laid out for him.

He blinked.

"You need a long engagement," I continued, already calculating timelines like a project manager. "That way Alyssa and I won’t get married too soon. I want to give my girl her dream wedding."

David tilted his head thoughtfully.

"Too late," he said.

My stomach dropped.

"She already called her godfather, who is a Judge."

My shoulders slumped.

"Why can’t she just wait?" I muttered.

But deep down...

I wanted to marry her too.

Right now.

David shrugged again.

"Then stop her."

"Why are you asking me?" I frowned. "Are you having cold feet?"

"Of course not," I sighed. "She’s just... impulsive."

Which was true.

Alyssa Blackwell made decisions like she was pressing the launch button on a rocket.

"I need to sleep," I muttered, collapsing back onto the mattress.

I patted the empty space beside me.

David shrugged and lay down too. His cast had already been removed, replaced with a sling for support.

"You’re right," he murmured. "I’m hiding from my secretary anyway. We both deserve a break."

"Uh-huh."

The room went quiet.

I think we both fell asleep.

The next thing I knew, I woke up to my fiancée glaring at me.

She was pointing accusingly at the person beside me.

"Are you cheating on me... with my brother?"

I slowly turned my head.

David was fully snuggled against me.

I froze.

Then I tried pushing him away.

"It’s not what it looks like," I said immediately. But then, I realized that I need to sleep and push her away a little.

Unfortunately, my leg was still thrown over him. To tease my girl.

Great.

"Go away," I added lazily, half-awake. "We’re sleeping. You girls always try to steal our rest."

"So," Alyssa said brightly, completely ignoring that, "let’s start planning our wedding."

"No," I replied flatly. "Wait three or four more years."

"Too late for that."

I blinked.

"...Too late?"

Something about the way she said that made my brain pause like a glitching program.

Too late?

What did she mean by that?