Under His Protection

“Now that Timothy isn’t engaged to your sister anymore, you should go for him before someone else does,” Angel mused, remembering her mother’s words from the night before. She couldn’t help but smile at the thought.

Timothy was a catch, there was no doubt about that. He was handsome, successful, and had always be kind to her. And now he was single, which only made him more desirable in Angel’s eyes.

She couldn’t help but feel a flutter of excitement in her stomach at the thought of being with him.

Angel studied herself in the mirror, applying the final touches to her makeup. She wanted to look her best, not for herself, but for Timothy. She wanted to sweep him off his feet, and she knew she had to look her best to do it.

She carefully applied a shade of red lipstick, making sure it was just the right shade to bring out the natural beauty of her lips. Then she adjusted her red dress, making sure it showed off her figure to its best advantage.

She wanted to make a good impression, and she hoped she would be successful. After all, this was for the man she had been secretly in love with all these years.

Finally, she was satisfied with her appearance. She took one last look in the mirror, and then headed out the door. She had a date with destiny, and she was determined to make it count.

“You look beautiful, dear,” her mother called as she caught sight of her.

“Thank you, Mum,” Angel replied with a smile. She was pleased to hear the compliment, and it gave her an extra boost of confidence.

As she drove to the Timothy’s apartment, A single thought filled her mind: to seduce him and make him hers forever.

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The road ahead seemed to stretch on forever, but she knew she would soon be at her destination. Her heart was racing, and her palms were sweating. She was nervous, but also excited.

The drive felt like it took an eternity, but finally, she arrived at the address.

Her mother had always pushed her to compete with her sister, Isabella, ever since they were children. So it was no surprise that Angel found herself taking pleasure in anything that caused Isabella distress. It was an unhealthy way to live, and yet, it was all she knew.

Even though Isabella had never done anything to deserve such treatment, Angel couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction when she knew she had upset her sister.

As she approached the door, a silent prayer rose in her heart: please let Randell not be home.

Randell was the only person who could possibly thwart her plans for the evening. He had made no secret of his dislike for her, even though he was in love with her sister, Isabella.

Randell would be more than happy to take on Angel if he knew she was pursuing his brother. He would do anything to stop her.

She rang the doorbell, hoping against hope that her prayer would be answered.

After what felt like an eternity, the door swung open to reveal the maid.

“Hello, Miss Angel,” she said with a smile.

“Is Randell in?” Angel blurted out, unable to contain her impatience. She needed to know her fate.

The maid’s smile faltered, and she glanced over her shoulder nervously. “I’m not sure,” she said, sounding unsure.

“You look different… and beautiful,” the maid complimented, her eyes lingering on Angel’s face. “Almost like Isabella.”

Angel bristled at the comparison. No one was more beautiful than Isabella, and that was just one of the many reasons she resented her sister. She gave the maid a cold look.

The maid seemed to sense the tension, and quickly dropped her eyes. “I’m sorry if I said something wrong,” she mumbled, her face flushed with embarrassment.

“Would you mind checking if Randell is in?” she asked, her voice cold and sharp.

The maid hesitated, but then nodded. “I’ll go see,” she said, and turned to walk back into the house.

A few moments later, she returned, shaking her head. “His car isn’t in the garage,” she said. “So I guess he’s not home.”

Angel felt a wave of relief wash over her. With Randell out of the way, her plan could finally proceed.

“Thank you,” she said, her voice losing some of its edge.

Without saying another word to the maid, Angel made her way to Timothy’s room. She had been to the mansion a few times as a child, accompanying Isabella on visits, and she knew the layout of the house like the back of her hand.

Though she couldn’t stand her sister, Isabella, Angel had always made an exception when it came to visiting Timothy. Despite their rivalry, she knew that the only way to see him was to put up with Isabella’s company. It was a compromise she was willing to make.

She climbed the stairs, her footsteps light and silent. When she reached the door to Timothy’s room, she hesitated for a moment, her hand hovering over the doorknob. But then she took a deep breath and turned the handle, pushing the door open.

“Timothy,” she called out, her voice low and tentative. She could hear running water from the bathroom, but there was no sign of Timothy in the bedroom.

She heard a muffled voice reply, “Who’s there?”

“It’s me, Angel,” she said, stepping closer to the bathroom.

“Angel? What are you doing here?” he asked, sounding surprised.

“I just wanted to say hello,” Angel said, her voice catching in her throat. Before she could say anything else, the bathroom door opened and Timothy walked out, clad in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. Water dripped down his body, and Angel’s mouth went dry.

She swallowed hard, trying to force her eyes away from his chiseled chest and rippling abs, but it was impossible. He was just too attractive.

“Angel?” he asked, a puzzled look on his face. “What are you doing here?”

But just as she was about to speak, her mind went blank and her tongue felt tied in a knot.

“I… I…” she stammered, struggling to find the right words.

“Don’t be shy,” he said with a smile that sent her heart into overdrive. His eyes were dark and mysterious, and she could feel herself melting under his gaze.

“I’m just glad to see you,” she managed to say, her cheeks flushed with heat. In her mind, she imagined herself in his arms, lost in a passionate embrace.

As Angel stood there, her mind wandered, and she found herself lost in a daydream of passion and desire. She could feel the heat of his body against hers, and the sound of his voice whispering sweet nothings in her ear. It was all too vivid, and she couldn’t shake the feeling that it was real.

The room was still and silent, but in her mind, she could hear the sound of their hearts beating as one. The air was thick with anticipation, and she felt like she was floating on a cloud of pure ecstasy.

Suddenly, the illusion was shattered by the sound Timothy’s voice. She snapped out of her daydream,

“I’d better go,” she said, her voice trembling slightly. She turned to leave, but before she could, Timothy’s hand reached out and caught her wrist.

“Please, don’t go,” he said, his eyes burning into hers.

“Why?” she whispered, barely breathing the word.

“Because I want you,” he replied, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down her spine. He reached up and slowly began to untie her coat.

She stood frozen, her heart pounding in her chest as he slipped the coat from her shoulders. It pooled around her feet, leaving her clad only in a thin satin gown.

The fabric clung to her body, leaving little to the imagination. And yet, somehow, it felt like she was standing before him completely naked.

“But what about Isabella?” Angel said, feigning concern. In truth, she wanted nothing more than to hear him bad-mouth her.

“She means nothing to me,” he replied, his voice low and intense. “I never really loved her. It was all a lie.”

Angel’s heart leapt at his words. She wanted him, and she wanted him to want her.

“There’s just one thing,” Angel said, breaking their intense eye contact. “If we give in to our feelings tonight, what will that mean for us?”

Timothy’s eyes smoldered with desire. “I’ll make you mine,” he replied, his voice husky with passion. “Forever.”

Their eyes locked once more, and the air between them was charged with electricity. They had always been secret lovers, their relationship hidden from the rest of the world. But now, in this moment, it felt like anything was possible.

He wanted nothing more than to make love to her. To lose himself in her, the way they had so many times before. Their relationship had always been a secret, hidden from the world and even from Angel’s own mother. It was their private, illicit affair, and it had given them both something they’d never felt with anyone else.

And yet, a part of him knew that it could never last. He could never fully commit to Angel. It was wrong on so many levels, and he knew that he would have to end things eventually. But in this moment, he didn’t want to think about that. He wanted to savor every moment they had together, even if it was only for a little while longer.

“Tell me how you want me,” Angel whispered, her breath hot against his skin. “Tell me what you want.”

Timothy swallowed hard, his mind racing with possibilities. “I want you to be mine,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “I want you to know that I’m yours, body and soul.”

Isabella had always been off limits to him, despite his strong feelings for her. It was one of the reasons he had turned to Angel in the first place. She had been a convenient stand-in, a way to get the physical intimacy he craved without betraying his feelings for her sister.

But now, everything had changed. He knew that he could never go back to the way things were before.

With a sudden passion, he pulled her close and kissed her deeply, their lips locked together in a moment of raw intensity. He lifted her up and pressed her against the wall, his hands exploring her body with a new sense of urgency.

She moaned softly, her head spinning with desire. She had never felt so alive, so consumed by passion in a long time.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, her body arching into his. She felt his hands on her hips, his fingers tracing her curves. She shivering at his touch, she felt herself being carried away on a wave of desire.

He pulled away for a moment, his breath ragged, his eyes burning with intensity. “Are you sure?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. “Are you really sure you want this again?”

She looked at him, her heart pounding in her chest. “I’m sure,” she said, her voice clear and strong. “I want you, and I want this. I want us. Because now you are truly mine,”

He smiled, and for a moment, everything seemed to fall into place. “Then let’s do it,” he said , his voice soft but firm. “Let’s make this real.”

And with that, they were lost in each other, swept up in a whirlwind of desire.

For Angel, the lovemaking was life-changing, something that would bind her to Timothy forever. But for Timothy, it was just another night of passion. it was nothing more than a physical release, a way to sate his hunger.