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ARTEMISIA

I rolled on the bed, not wanting to stand up from it due to the warmth. I had no choice but to because of the urgent need to use the toilet.

I leapt out of bed as I couldn't hold it any longer. I got to the toilet in time before I could embarrass myself.

Whilst rubbing my tummy that felt bloated before, I let out a relieved sigh.

I trudged to the mirror, glancing into it. It was a habit I had developed since I realised what the mark on my neck meant.

Grinning, I caressed it whilst watching it.

It still glowed and not fading as I had imagined. I was told if it began to fade slightly, it meant either my mate was forgetting about me or he had rejected me without my notice.

I had to agree to the rejection as I was told for it to fade away completely.

I let out a sigh as my mind drifted to Sin. I wondered what he was doing at the moment. Maybe he was thinking about me as I was.

But I doubt it.

I missed him even though I wouldn't admit it in his presence. I missed having him around. Whether broody or not, he had grown on me and I kind of enjoyed his presence more than anything now.

I walked back to the room after staring at myself for a few more seconds. I still looked the same way. But I seem paler now. Maybe because I barely left the room as I do and I was beginning to notice slight changes in my body.

My body seems heavy, the changes were mostly on my breasts and my hips were beginning to develop as well.

It might be due to my monthly period- I usually add some weight before it and I tend to lose it after.

My breast seemed more tender than normal too and it ached as I touched it. I doubt it would ache if it was Sin that was handling them.

"Stupid thoughts." I groaned, blushing.

Earlier, I said I missed his presence. Well, that wasn't all. I missed his touch as well.

I missed some of the naughty things we do in the room. I know it seemed weird.

But it was a craving I had developed all of a sudden and I don't think I could take it out of my mind.

My core tingled whilst imagining what he could do to me with his mighty rod.

"I just need to stop thinking about Sin," I mumbled, shutting my eyes tight.

"I can't believe I'm having this weird thought about him!" I groaned.

Clutching my phone, I decided to watch some skits I had downloaded the night before to take my mind off the sinful thoughts of Sin's hand all over my body.

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"Seven." I glanced through the list. It was second to the last. I grimaced whilst glaring at what I had written there.

Wear lingerie and stiletto, then dance to slutty music.

I doubt Queen Ada would be delighted if she heard the kind of dirty music coming out of my room. What had gotten into my mind?

I guessed it was due to boredom. If I was thinking straight, I wouldn't have written something like that.

I should have mingled with Julie and Emma. At least, it was better than being only on a fishnet legging.

But then, I remembered Emma and I were barely on speaking terms and Julie was too busy with the combat class she had enrolled in.

She only came to check up on me at night. I didn't mind being by myself as I got to watch a lot of the movies I hadn't and being with Emma wasn't even an option because I wasn't ready to hear her talk about Sin in a naughty way.

"It won't be that bad," I said, walking to the wardrobe. Sin wasn't around to make me feel embarrassed about wearing fishnet and the music wouldn't be that loud. So, only the person that was close to the door would sense something was going on.

My fingers stroked the material of the lingerie. It would be my first time being in such a piece of clothing and it wasn't looking like a bad idea to be in it the more I scrutinized it.

I walked into the bathroom, freshened up, and walked to the wardrobe again.

I didn't have slutty music on my phone. But I downloaded one to be prepared.

I donned the lingerie, grabbed a robe and draped it on my shoulder so if anyone was at the door, I would slip into it before answering it.

I clutched a bottle of brandy I stole from Sin's liquor collection, poured it into a wine glass and set it on the small coffee table.

Grasping the stem of the glass, I took a sip.

"I am going to get drunk," I said to myself. It was certain since I couldn't because I was a lightweight.

Even though I had promised not to go near his wine collection anymore, I was breaking the promise because I had dared myself.

It was funny but at the same time thrilling.