𝑬𝒏𝒛𝒐'𝒔 𝑪𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆

Chapter -31, Charity night

ALORA'S POV:-

"Ahh.... It hurts" I whimpered.

"Sit still Tesoro" he said from my back and applied a little pressure.

I hissed from pain closing my eyes. "L-lets leave it here. We can do this later" I said and tried to get up only to be shoved back in my place by my shoulders. He held both my shoulders and said with a confident face,
"No. We will do it now"

I internally groaned. "Please be gentle. At this rate I will go bald" I mumbled. He smiled. "Okay babygirl I will be gentle as a feather"

He was combing my hair. This morning when  Florina was combing my hair I hissed from pain when she tried to open some knots in my hair. I don't know what happened to him but he had a sudden interest in combing my hair today. He dismissed Florina and decided to do it himself.

I don't know how much time passed since he decided to comb my hair. I glanced at him through the mirror. He was glaring at the knot, taking it in his hand. I bite my lips to surpress the urge to laugh. He looked too cute to tease in this situation.

"There" he breathed out in relief "it is finally open. Now it is time to comb your hair"

"No. I can do it myself" I said slightly turning around and trying to take the comb from his hand. He grabbed my shoulder and turned me towards the mirror again.

"Nope. I told you I will do it" he said with a sincere look. I smiled. He is taking combing my hair too seriously.

He started to gently comb my hair, smiling to himself. He looked too cute in this state.

"You have such beautiful silky hair darling" he complimented.  I faintly smiled, mumbling a small "thank you"

After he finished combing he rested the comb on the edge of the dressing table and started to divide my hair into sections.

"What are you doing?" I asked confused.

"I am trying to braid your hair" he said focusing on my hair. I giggled. "Do you even know how to braid hair?"

"I have seen Florina doing it once. I am a fast learner. I know I can do it" he said, confidently.

He crossed his eye brows, frowning. He probably don't know how to do it.

He started to shuffle my hair. At this rate, he will tangle my hair into a knot once again.

"Want me to teach you?" I proposed .

"No I can do it" he said angrily. He looked like he was having a war with my hair.

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He groaned for the sixth time as he failed to braid my hair. I quitely snickered at his attempts. He is too prideful to ask for my help.

He glared at me and tugged my hair a little making me hiss. He bend over coming near to my ear. "are you making fun of me?" He whispered.

I suppressed my extreme urge to laugh. If it was the old days I would have definitely gotten scared by his intimidation but now as I know him well, it seems too cute to me. Whenever he talks like that, he just wants to dominate or seduce me.

"Sorry" I said "It was just too funny seeing you get annoyed just from braiding hair"

"Apology not accepted " he said.

"Okay okay. I am so sorry daddy" I mumbled the last part. It still feels embarrassing to call him that.

I saw him smirking as he stood up behind me. "Good girl" he praised.