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'I- In the beginning, I hoped to bring you close to your family.'

Why was his wife taking the blame on herself?

Did she think they could be a family with those sickening people?

Alvin controlled himself from flicking on her forehead and sighed internally. Well, that's what makes her different.

He pecked on her nose tips and reminded her, to bring her out of the gloominess, "You are my family, Little Donut." His indulgent tone was pleasing to the ears.

He never considered the Matthews family as his. The only one who gave him a home was his wife. Dipping his head, he nibbled her cheek where her dimple appeared. His wife falls for silly words.

Anya probed, trying to push him away from her cheeks, "Our baby!?"

Alvin hissed softly as if he was considering his little enemy. Then he accepted, "That little brat is my family too." That's the family he needed.

Anya was giggling, pleased to hear him say it. But her smile froze and her eyes widened when an adorable yet demanding voice sounded in the room, "Chipmunk Monster, why are you crushing my mommy?"

Anya was flustered hearing Zane. She didn't even realize when the door opened. She pushed Alvin onto the bed and sat up straight. She explored her brain cells, without knowing what to tell Zane if he asks anything.

Alvin: "..."

Why was his wife behaving like they were caught having an affair?

Displeased, he sat up elegantly and zeroed his eyes on the little man who pops up at the perfect time whenever he gets intimate with his wife.

Zane narrowed his eyes at his father as he went close to Anya. He climbed on the bed and lifted his hands at Anya. He called her adorably, "Mommy!?"

Anya took him on her lap, thinking of responses to every possible question Zane might ask. However, Zane threw himself on Anya who fell flat on the bed with him in her arms. She couldn't help but chuckle when he gave her a tight hug.

Alvin: "..."

Who learned from whom?

Alvin highly doubted Anya learned it from the little brat and looked daggers at the little man for stealing his wife.

Zane had seen Alvin kiss his mother's tip of the nose and cheek. He wasn't angry, rather he was delighted to see Alvin coddling his mother. Nonetheless, he wanted to pamper his mother and irritate Alvin for calling him a little brat.

He turned to Alvin and slyly grinned as his little fingers caressed Anya's left cheek as if rubbing off Alvin's kiss. Then he showered his mother with kisses making her giggle.

Alvin: "..."

Did his little enemy wipe his kiss? Alvin stood up with an evil smirk. He needs to toss the little man away.

He grabbed the little man's sweater and pants and lifted him from Anya. Why wasn't he allowed to canoodle his wife in front of Zane but Zane allowed?

Zane screamed, holding on to Anya, "Momma…" Missing her hands, he flapped his limbs and growled at his father who always uses his physical strength to win over him, "Chipmunk Monster… Put me down… Chipmunk Monster…"

Anya was dumbfounded at Alvin's new way to carry Zane. She was trying to hold on to Zane but stood speechless when Alvin took Zane and dropped him in the ensuite and shut the door as if locking him out of the house.

"Little Monster, she is my wife. Not yours." Alvin claimed over Anya.

"Chipmunk Monster, accept that you are jealous." Zane countered despite knowing Alvin threw him there to take a shower.

Anya: "..."

Alvin wouldn't agree he was jealous of his little enemy. Anyway, he smugly argued looking at his sexy wife, "She is mine." His little enemy could only cuddle and kiss her cheeks. He claims her whole.

"Boring," Zane snorted at the other end of the door, hearing his father repeat the same thing without being creative. He went to take a shower, happy that he irritated Alvin.

When Zane just heard the voice, Anya saw the man's intense gaze burning over her lips. She took a step back, unable to look away from his eyes.

She murmured, "No." She knew what was in his mind. Her heart quickened just by the thought of getting dirty when Zane could come out of the bathroom any moment.

She wasn't sure if that made her anxious or aroused. Her husband was corrupting her mind. "Don't even think, Alvin." She took another step, trying hard to peel her eyes away, and tried to run out.

Alvin was much quicker and pressed her against the door as he locked the door. What could be the best choice to keep her mind off the trouble?

A quickie won't be too much of a mess.

Anya wanted to cry but she trembled when his nose grazed up her neck, his hot breath started knocking on her sane mind. His sneaky hands smoothly went around her waist and snuck inside her pants, making her grab onto his muscly arm to stop him.

He had a dangerous influence on her body that listens to him more than her. Yet she tried to reason with him, "We need to… go for dinner." Her voice trailed when his lips began kissing her neck.

She tried to refrain but his lips knew well to melt her, induce her, and stir every thought out of her mind. "Alvin…" Her protest couldn't be weaker than that.

Alvin ignored her words and focused on seducing her to give in to him. They were still in their honeymoon period to be precise. He had a lot to teach her and more sinful things to do to her.

How could he let her off?

His fingers rubbed her lower lips, teasing her watching her lips gap, succumbing to his touch. He would have loved to indulge her but he pulled his hand away.

Anya gasped when he spun her around. She was already hot and bothered. His amorous gaze on her made her feel nothing but naked and needy.

As soon as her hand lifted to his robe, he grabbed her by the neck and caught her lips in a fervent kiss like they were hungry for each other.

Her hand pulled his bathrobe tie when his hand wrapped her legs around his waist and carried her to the desk without breaking their searing kiss.

Alvin pulled off her pants roughly making her gasp aloud. "Shh…" He held her face and sealed her lips, glancing at the bathroom door.

He couldn't take the chance of his little enemy barging inside.

Grabbing her waist, he thrust hard inside her. His eyes greedily feasted on her when she threw her head back, to feel him inside her.

He started thrusting her on the edge of the desk. his breathing turned heavy but rocked her harder and harder, drowning them in pure heat.

Hushed moans were slipping her lips without her control. Her hands grabbed onto his broad shoulder, and her hips moved on their own, looking into his dark eyes filled with an insatiable hunger for her.

"Be quiet.."

Panting, she barely managed to hear his whisper in her ear when he started ramming inside her. "Ah…" A loud cry slipped her lips, floating to the little ears.