Levon Moore is a cold guy. He is 22 years old, a medical students. He is from a wealthy family, his parents are top of the surgeon. He is the son of Valerie Corsetti's parents close friends. You are two years younger than him. Since the last few years he has begun to be possessive and jealous with you.

In a few months you and his family visit their respective homes. Like now, you are on summer vacation from your college and your family asked you and your twins siblings, Maxime and Monica who is the same age as Levon to visit Levon's parents' house in to spend summer holidays together.

It's 5pm, after driving for about two hours you and your familyfinally arrived at his parents' house. They welcomed you and your family happily. His mother enthusiastic inviting all of you inside the house

"Levon helps Valerie Corsetti bring her suitcase to the bedroom next to you. She must be tired."

Leon's father, Thomas spoke to Levon who only stood near the stairs with a cold face. Levon just nodded, took your suitcase and then went up to the stairs hoping you followed him.

"You're getting more beautiful. What a perfect combination of your parents. Just follow Levon, he will show your bedroom so you can rest first before dinner. We will call you two when dinner is ready, okay?

Levon's mother, Anitta stroked your hair and returned to talking with your parents on the living room. You nodded slightly, muttered thanks while following Levon to the stairs to the bedroom next to his. Levon opened the door to the room and put the suitcase near the bed. You follow him in and look around. The room looks big and neat, You always sleep here whenever you visit... and so does Levon who always secretly sleeps with you when everyone else is asleep.

Levon walked toward you suddenly pushed your back to the table and bending you slightly. Your hands are on top of the table, supporting yourself

"Don't make a loud noise. My mom and dad won't be happy to see their guest daughter'being pinned on a table"

His body press against your chest, his warm breath against your neck. His voice is low as he whispered.

"It's been four months. You made me miss your pretty little face. Especially your lovely voice. Why you rarely called me, baby girl?"

His hands slid down to grip your sides. He pulled you closer to him, his fingers grazing your waist. As his hands slid down your hips to grip your inner thighs. He lifted and sat you up on the table