For You | A vampire Seduction

♡ Chapter Ten ♡ New

𝐓𝐄𝐍 ~ ᴇᴅɪᴛᴇᴅ°°°°°°°

Hidden deep within my heart,
A secret yearning, hard to impart.
A longing strong, a silent plea,
To be with you, 𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚.

The words unspoken, feelings concealed,
A heavy burden, closely revealed.
But now I'll share, without delay,
My heart's desire, come what may.

To hold you close, to feel your touch,
A bond so strong, forever such.

𝑼𝒏𝒗𝒆𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒔..

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐏𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐎𝐟 𝐕𝐢𝐞𝐰:𝔂𝓸𝓾

Several days passed, and Rachel continued her routine of attending the academy and returning home in the evenings. Rolf, on the other hand, remained engrossed in his work and other commitments.

Zhavia, her steadfast friend, frequently visited to spend time with her, and Loui, despite his busy schedule, always found a way to connect with Z, their bond growing stronger with each passing day.

One evening, Rachel hesitantly confided in Zhavia about their encounter in the kitchen with Rolf. Though neither Rolf nor Rachel had discussed the incident openly, their eyes would often meet during meals, filled with unspoken emotions. Rachel would quickly avert her gaze, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

Her bestie, the only one privy to their secret, couldn't help but tease Rachel. "So, when are you going to finally confess your feelings?" she asked, her voice filled with anticipation.

"What feelings?" Rachel replied, feigning innocence as she looked up from her textbooks.

"Ray, you're practically burning with desire! And Rolf is the only one who can quench it!" Zhavia exclaimed, her eyes wide with amusement.

Rachel sighed, her frustration and overwhelm evident. The events of that evening had left a lasting impression on her, the memory of Rolf's touch and kiss lingering in her mind. She felt a connection with him that she had been searching for her entire life, a spark that ignited a fire within her.

"I'm not horny," she mumbled, trying to deny the truth.
Zhavia saw through her pretense. "Don't lie to me, girl. We've been friends since we were five. You're good at lying, but not to me."

Rachel snorted, unable to deny the truth any longer. "I have exams in two days, Z! My brain is fried, and I can't focus. Fine, I'm horny! So horny, but what can I do? I can't just walk up to Rolf and say, 'Hey, Prince Charming, since you kissed me, my body has been craving you. Please satisfy me. I can't take it anymore!'"

"Then I'll tell him for you!" Zhavia laughed and declared, jumping to her feet.

"No, no. I'd die of embarrassment. I just need a little... relief, pussy massage." Rachel groaned, covering her face with her hands.

A moment of silence passed between them before they burst into laughter.
"You've become quite the sinner since you stopped going to church," Zhavia joked, catching her breath.

"No!" Rachel protested, throwing a pillow at her friend.

Rolf reclined languidly in his office, struggling to summon the focus necessary to tackle the paperwork sprawled out before him. The pen, a mere instrument of his profession, lay idly between his fingers, while his elbow rested on the arm of the chair in a relaxed, almost careless manner. He leaned back, succumbing to the gravity of his thoughts.

His office, a secluded enclave tucked away on the lower level of the house, was designed to shield him from any potential disturbances, creating a bubble of solitude amidst the chaos of domestic life. Rolf brought the pen to his lips, tapping it rhythmically against them, a subtle distraction as he spiraled deeper into introspection. Frielle, with her incessant curiosity, often prodded him about the timing of his introduction of Rachel to their world—a union that felt like a burden and a blessing all at once.