Leanna

Chapter 118 – [Idea] [Discovery]

[Leanna's POV]

[Idea]

"Oh~ Her sleeping posture is ridiculous." Estela's low remarked made me smirked.

I retrained from snickering at the sight of Sophia's sleeping position. She was lying on her back, mouth parted, and snores periodically disturbed the stillness. Both her

arms were above her head, and her legs were separated from each other in wide gaps.

She looks like a frog that's about to be dissected.

Pft!

Estela brought out something from her thigh, and I was surprised to found it was a customize foldable camera. Now I know why she can hide that thing.

"Estela, what are you doing?" I hissed, keeping my voice as low as possible.

"Taking pictures. You know, to blackmail her later. I think we should undress her and have a vibrator stuck in her pu––"

"Okay, that's enough out of you."

"Shhh . . . you guys keep your voice down. I'm working here," Zoe hushed us, and with the utmost caution, she placed the cream on Sophia's eyebrows.

Sophia remained unmoved and very much asleep like she was hibernating or something.

Zoe's shoulders trembled as she controlled her laughter. "I can't wait for her debut next week . . . *snort . . . Just thinking about . . . *snort . . . how shiny bald she is . . . Ahahaha."

Zoe clamped her mouth with one hand while another held her stomach in a desperate attempt to contain her laughter to a minimum.

This girl has issues.

"Hey, you guys . . . come here~," Estela called with a voice that i know was fulll of meschief.

"What is it?" I tiptoed to Sophia's closet to where Estela was, and a stunning enchanted flowery dress blinded my eyes.

"Is this––?"

"Her dress for the debut . . . ," Zoe exclaimed in a hushed tone. A broad smile almost ripped her lips.

"What are you doing?" I asked when Zoe roamed around the room in search of something.

"Searching for a scissor," she hummed with a no care face.

This girl is pure evil!

I pressed my lips to suppressed my grin as I helped her hunt for anything sharp.

"Estela, don't just stand there. Help us search." I nudged Estela's arm when I noticed that she was just staring at the dress. Like she was studying it.

"I have a better idea. Help me~," she said. She raised her dress, and pulled out a small metal object from her thigh.

Does she have a magical pouch in there that things magically pop out?

If so, I wan't one too.

I held my breath when Estela pressed that metal object and out a small knife. How many things were in there? I think I wouldn't be surprised if she pulled out an entire house.

"Whoa. Awesome. Now we can rip her dress." Zoe rubbed her hands together. Her blue eyes glint deviously.

"Silly~. We're not going to rip the dress," said Estela.

"We're not?" I asked, a frown on my face.

"Of course not. We are going to do much more than that in front of everybody on the day of her debut." Estela smirked. "Come on, help me, and raise the dress."

Zoe and I glanced at each other before we obeyed Estela's every instruction without a word. I didn't know what she was planning but I knew it wasn't good and I was all up for it!

"Alright, we're done." After a few slashes here and there, Estela got up and wiped the invisible sweat from her forehead.

"What have you done exactly?" I looked at the still intact dress. It was still the same as the first time I saw it.

"You'll see." Estela smiled knowingly.

"Zoe, where are you going?" I called when Zoe zoomed into a room that appeared to be the bathroom.

"Give me a second."

What's that girl up to now?

I followed Zoe into the bathroom and saw the girl squeezed half of the content of the bottled shampoo into the drain and stuffed a hair removing cream inside that bottle.

This girl's hatred runs deep!

"Alright, let's go to that two face bitch's room." Zoe stood to his feet, and we followed her into her step

mother's bedroom in silence.

Zoe unlocked the master's bedroom, and we tiptoed inside. We then hovered in front of the sleeping face of Emma and Arnold Collin.

We glanced at each other – grinning in mischievousness. 

—-

[Discovery]

Whimper . . .

Whimper . . .

"Enough. She's not coming home tonight."

Cain stared at the annoying furball who was whimpering nonstop near the door. The annoying puff of fur was apparently waiting for Leanna to come home. He was stating his concerns when Leanna hadn't come back yet, pacing back and forth near the door while whimpering nonstop.

If not for this little annoying thing, Cain wouldn't be here since his wife was not home.

But he made a promised to her to take care of annoying furball.

He leaned on the sofa and glanced at the clock.

[7:07 PM]

My love must be at that girl's dorm by now.

Bzt!

He checked his phone when his wife's alluring face appeared on the screen.

[Wife: Cain, change of plans.

We'll be sleeping at Grand Hotel.

We're heading out now to a dance club . . . blah . . . blah . . . blah . . .]

. . . out now to a dance club . . .

. . . to a dance club . . .

. . . dance club . . .

DANCE CLUB?!

He scrambled to his feet and called Russell to get ready his car.

Arf! Arf!

Cain glanced at the little furball who was desperately clinging to his leg when he moved to the door to exit the unit.

I don't have time for this!

He grabbed the little ball of fur and carried him like a clutch bag on his side and took long strides towards the elevator.

—-

Hot dump air oozes from the one-way full-length glass balcony reserved for the VVIP's in a high-end dance club in New Haven.

Russell slid an eye at the cold man, who was almost drooling, watching a pretty sexy girl gyrating on the dance floor.

The three dancing girls down there were smoking hot, seducing everyone around them.

Though Russell had many experiences with women due to his line of work, his body still combusts with heat at the sight of them.

Russell tried to keep his head steady as to avoid gazing at both his and his Young Master's bulging pants. He could only endure the agony as his cock throbbed against his pants. He was pretty sure that a zipper mark trailed the length of his shaft by now, a remembrance of this night.

"Make sure no one can approach even a meter at them," Cain said, not minding the coarseness of his voice.

"Our men are already surrounding them."

"Mm . . ."

Cain's eyes remained bewitched at the pretty girl dressed in a dangerous tempting black maxi dress. Her smooth, glowing damp skin was more enticing under the

dim lights.

Although the outfit was not hugging her body, the loose dress only made it worse when the soft fabric followed her voluptuous curves, dangerously swaying with

her hips, tempting the viewers with every sway. The sweet torture of her creamy white thighs, peeking with her every move. Her round bountiful shaking butt and full soft bouncing breasts were enough to make one go mad and salivate with lust.

This was the first time he saw his Leanna like this . . .

. . . so wild and unrestrained.

Cain gulped his brandy in one swig.

"Leave."

He commanded, didn't hide the urgency in his voice.

When Cain was sure that he was alone in the room while the little furball remained fixated looking down, wiggling here and there as his round puppy eyes followed Leanna's every move, he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants.

He leaned against the full-length window. His forehead resting on the back of his palm, plastered on the glass while his other hand was busy relieving himself as he watched and fantasized about his wife.

His limits were already at its breaking point!

—-

"We've already erased all their videos on the way going to the Colin's estate, young master."

Russell said after he erased the videos of Leanna, Estela, and Zoe, caught by the street camera, going to the Collin's mansion.

"Mmm . . . disable all cameras in the estate."

"On it."

Cain's lips hooked up at the new surprising, sexy-hot mischievous things about his wife. The grin on his face widened as he listened to their conversation through the

tracking devices hidden in her jewelry.

Leanna was unexplainable. She was a good girl at first, but once he got to know her, he realized . . .

She was everything.

She's intelligent.

She's strong.

She's funny.

She's sexy.

She's crazy.

He was always caught in surprise by her actions that he couldn't help but guess what she'll do next.

He closed his eyes and ran his fingers through his hair.

After a moment, he couldn't suppress a laugh.

I can't get enough of her . . .

—-

A/N

Sorry for the jumbled paragraphs if there's any. I don't have access to my laptop right now. 🙁

I'm writting on my phone and I hope it's readable. T_T

I'm at the hospital since I just given birth to a baby girl! ^^

We we're caught off guard so I didn't prepare much chapters T _ T

Anyway, I'll keep this short since i have a baby to feed at the clock ^^

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