Chapter 2 House rules

He stared at me for a second like he was dreaming before he called out.

“Aliya?”

“Did you come to visit me?” he asked. What in the world would make him think I was ever going to come and visit him?

“I am staying here,” I replied.

He looked at the other guys before looking back at me. “No way!”

“Unfortunately, yes,” I rolled my eyes.

“Are you serious?” he asked again. “Do I look like I am joking, Deamon?” I replied sarcastically.

“This is going to be interesting.” He turned to the guys. “Guys, meet my small Aliya,” he said, turning to me.

I hated the sound of “my small Aliya.”

“I am not your small Aliya!” I snapped, and the other guys burst out laughing.

“You still have that attitude,” he said. “And you are still very annoying!!” I snapped back at him.

“I guess we'd take our leave,” one of the guys said as they walked out of the room, leaving me alone with Deamon.

“Your brother is going to lose his mind when he finds out that his sister is living alone with me,” he chuckled as he walked towards the kitchen.

Daemon had always been like this with me. He was Ethan's best friend and was practically family. He had known me since I was younger and we never liked each other for some unknown reason.

“Whatever,” I rolled my eyes and walked back into my bedroom. As I spent the next hour unpacking, by the time I was done, I was already exhausted.

With the last energy in my bloodstream, I quickly showered. The house was oddly quiet, this made me fall asleep easily.

A few hours later, I woke up to the sound of laughter coming from the living room. Being a light sleeper, I hated the slightest bit of noise. I groggily got out of my bed and headed to the living room.

When I got there, I stared at him in disbelief. Two girls were on their knees while he stood above them, one had his cock in her mouth and the other was caressing the second girl's ivory breast.

I stood watching in disbelief. I had barely spent a few hours here and Deamon was already making sure I knew exactly what kind of person he was.

He noticed I was there and smirked.

“You wanna join?” he asked as the other girls looked up at me, as if waiting for a reply from me too.

“You have to be insane, Deamon,” I replied, placing my hands on my head.

“Relax Aliya,” he said but before he could finish, I turned around and went back into my room.

I slammed my bedroom door and leaned against it, taking a deep breath.

“Fuckkkkkk” one of the girls screamed.

“Just ignore him Aliya, just ignore him,” I muttered to myself, covering my ears.

If this is what living here was going to be like, I was already regretting my decision.

(DEAMON’S POV)

The next morning, the sweet smell of cinnamon rolls woke me up. Dragging myself out of bed, I followed the aroma into the kitchen.

Aliya stood by the counter. She wore a tank top that showed how big her titties were. I didn't realise how massive her titties had grown. The girl I knew was no longer little from what I was seeing.

Without a word to her, I grabbed one of the cinnamon rolls on the table, quickly slipping it into my mouth.

“Put it back!!” Aliya jumped on me, yelling as she tried to snatch it from me. Her breast brushed my chest, the softness of it made my mouth water.

“Make another one then,” I laughed, stepping away from her as she struggled. She looked so funny when she was mad. Her brown eyes narrowed and her cheeks puffed out.

“Stop being stingy, my little girl,” I added, almost grabbing her close to myself.

“Don't call me that!!” she warned, pointing a finger at me.

“And stay away from my food too!” she added.

“Anything else?” I raised an eyebrow.

“Yes,” she said firmly and walked out of the kitchen. I followed her, stopping at her bedroom door. She came out with a folded piece of paper in her hands and handed it over to me.

“What is this?” I asked, looking at the paper in my hand.

“Read,” she commanded.

I unfolded the paper and read the first line. “HOUSE RULES”

“Stay out of my bedroom, don't touch my things, don't bring random people in here, do not bring girls over to the living room, no loud sex, clean up after yourself, don't use my things without my permission,” I read aloud. I stopped and looked at her.

“No loud sex?”I repeated, emphasising the sex

“Yes,” she firmly replied and silence followed.

“No”

Her eyes shot up like a ten-year-old being denied candy, “What do you mean by no?”

“I am not agreeing to that,” I replied, watching her go crazy.

“Then you can find somewhere else to stay,” she added. Watching the little Aliya I knew talk to me like she was my mother made me burst into laughter.

“You’ve been here for not up to a week and you are already trying to control the house,” I replied, my hands on my waist.

“I live here too!”  Aliya snapped.”

“Relax, little girl,” I laughed  watching her crash out as I called her little girl.

I walked to the kitchen and she followed me behind. Pretending like I wanted to pick something from the counter above, I snatched a cinnamon roll and ran out.

Aliya chased me, as I  glanced over my shoulder, Aliya caught up to me and grabbed the back of my shirt, trying to pull me back.

I turned around at the same time, and then we both lost our balance, I fell into the couch with Aliya landing on me. Her breast was peeking out of her chest and covering my face fully, so I couldn’t breathe.

Aliya pulled away from me, her cheeks flushed pink as she walked away from me without saying a word to me or snatching back the cinnamon roll.

“Did her breast just cover my face?” I thought as I wiped imaginary sweat off my face, I warned myself, “This is Ethan’s little girl. You shouldn’t be thinking about her like that”.

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