A few days had passed since Ace had washed Calista's hair. He had noticed a change in her demeanor. She seemed different, more composed and serene. She no longer threw tantrums or acted snobbish. Even when one of the maids had accidentally spilled soup over Calista's dress, she remained calm.
The incident had occurred in the dining room. The room was adorned with tiny flower pots, each one meticulously arranged, adding a touch of nature's charm. The table was long and wooden, meticulously set with fine china, silverware, and elegant centerpieces including vases filled with lush flowers.
The ceiling, dark as the night sky, creates a sense of depth and mystery.
Dominating the room's aesthetics, its dark blue and gold of the dining room. The chandelier, with its intricate design and opulent colors, adds a touch of luxury and elegance to the room.
The chandelier was a stunning piece with gold detailing and multiple lights. It's white and gold, matching the color scheme of the room.It's adorned with multiple lights and crystal embellishments that cast a warm glow throughout the room.
The chairs are made of light wood with gold intricate designs carved into them. They have plush, cushioned seats which add to the overall elegance.
Adding to the magical ambiance are tiny crystal lamps affixed to the walls. These lamps, with their soft, magical light, create an ethereal glow that dances on the room's surfaces. The light from these lamps brings the room to life, casting mesmerizing patterns of light and shadow.
The room exudes a sense of tranquility and magic, with each element contributing to a unique and captivating aesthetic. The combination of natural elements, luxurious accents, and magical lighting creates a space that is both inviting and enchanting.
The windows in the room are draped with heavy curtains, allowing natural light to filter in and illuminate inviting ambiance of the room.
Calista was seated at the head of the table, her posture regal and commanding. The maid, a young girl with a nervous disposition, had been serving the soup when her hand slipped, causing the hot liquid to spill onto Calista's dress.
The room had gone silent, all eyes turning towards Calista. The maid, terrified of the consequences, had immediately fallen to her knees in front of Calista. "My lady, forgive me, I've sinned," she had cried, her voice trembling with fear.
Calista, however, had merely looked at her, her expression calm. "It's alright," she had said, her voice steady. "It's a bit hot, don't just stay there and get some towels."
"But, my lady, forgive m-" the maid had started to say, but Calista had cut her off. "If you don't get going and bring me towels, I might get angry," she had warned, her tone light but firm.
The maid had quickly wiped her eyes, which were filled with tears of relief. "Certainly, my lady," she had replied, her voice filled with gratitude. She had then rushed off to fetch the towels, leaving the room in a state of stunned silence.
'Who knew she even knew how to forgive'
Ace, who had been watching the entire scene from the sidelines, couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration for Calista. Her ability to handle the situation with such grace and composure was truly commendable. But still he could not be so sure she was being truthful or faking it.
Ace had always despised Calista. She was malicious, selfish, and always seemed to be out to get him. He couldn't stand her presence and did everything in his power to avoid her. But, everything changed when she lost her memories. Suddenly, in a few days she was a different person - kind, caring, and with a smile that could light up a room. It was a stark contrast to the cold, calculating woman he had known before. And as much as Ace tried to resist, he couldn't help but notice her. Her laughter, her giggles, her innocent excitement over the simplest things. It was hard not to be drawn to her.
After washing her hair, Ace couldn't help but feel a surge of arousal. He hated himself for it, knowing that he shouldn't be feeling this way towards someone he couldn't stand. But, there was something about the way she looked with her hair wet, clinging to her skin, and her eyes sparkling with joy. It was like a new person had taken over her body, and he couldn't help but be captivated by her.
Despite his conflicting emotions, Ace knew he needed to get away. He muttered to himself about needing a cold bath and quickly made his way to his room in the castle. Stripping off his clothes, he haphazardly threw them to the ground and stepped into the cold water. But even the chill of the water couldn't calm his racing thoughts. He still felt a stirring in his bones, a desire that he couldn't ignore.
Floating in the water, he couldn't help but picture Calista's blonde hair cascading down her back as he washed it. The way she would make those moaning, groaning sounds as he massaged her scalp. He could almost feel her skin glistening in the water as she moaned his name. His hand wandered down to his cock, and he groaned at the familiar sensation. He couldn't deny the fact that he wanted her. He wanted to feel her touch, her lips, her body against his.
He rubbed the tip of his cock slowly, building up the tension and desire within him. Images of Calista touching him, running her hands all over his now throbbing member, flashed through his mind. He could almost feel her smiling at him, her eyes filled with the same desire that he was feeling. It was almost too much to handle.
"I should not be thinking this she is not a good person she is vile"
His grip tightened as he imagined her sliding her hand up and down his shaft, her touch sending shivers down his spine. Not wanting to stop there, he reached for the oil and slicked it over his hand, using it to rub himself more firmly and faster. The pleasure was intense, but it wasn't enough. He wanted more.
'Fuck Calista...'
Faster and more desperately, he stroked his cock, picturing Calista's smiling face, her moans and sighs of pleasure echoing in his mind. He couldn't hold back any longer. With one final thrust, he released himself, his muscles tensing and his body shaking with the force of his orgasm. He cried out her name, imagining her next to him, her body tangled with his in a passionate embrace.
"Fucking hell what did I do, why did I think of that woman but fuck she made me hard"
As he leaned back against the tub, panting and exhausted, he couldn't help but wonder what had come over him. He had always hated Calista, but now, he couldn't resist her. He needed her, and he was afraid of what that meant for both of them. But for now, he let himself bask in the afterglow, the memory of her and the pleasure he had just experienced lingering in his mind.
Ashamed and disgusted with himself, Ace remained in the cold water until it turned lukewarm. He knew he needed to get a grip on his feelings, to push Calista out of his mind before things got out of control. But, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't deny the fact that a part of him she was being a bit different, and it scared him. How could he even be thinking of her, that vile woman how she used to be with the everyone and how she was now? Ace knew that this was going to a hell of a ride.
