Alexander reached the massive iron gates and pressed the intercom button, within moments, a burly security guard stepped out of the sentry box, as the man’s eyes fell on Alexander, his face lit up, and he stepped forward to greet him warmly

"Young Master Alexander! It has been so many years" said the guard, offering a respectful nod

It had been eight long, grueling years since the tragic accident that took his parents’ lives, eight years of grinding poverty, working and studying to survive in the dirt while this estate sat untouched on its wealthy hill, Alexander had never once set foot back in this place until today

"It certainly has been a while, Xavier" stated Alexander, his voice calm and entirely devoid of the warmth the guard expected "Are you still the one in charge of managing Rachel?"

Xavier’s expression twitched for a fraction of a second, Alexander’s trained eyes caught the subtle tightening of the guard’s jaw at the sound of the young man calling his own biological grandmother by her first name, Xavier quickly masked it, forcing a professional smile back onto his face "Yes, sir, I am still managing the security detail for Madam Rachel" explained Xavier, stepping back to unlock the heavy security door "Please, go right on in, your aunt and the others are already inside waiting for you"

Alexander nodded and walked through the manicured courtyard toward the main entrance, the heavy oak door swung open before he could even reach for the handle, standing in the foyer was Tessa, the estate’s long-time housekeeper, she was an older woman with rich brown hair, striking green eyes, and a voluptuous body that defied her age, her breasts were massive, practically straining against her uniform like ripe watermelons, and her hips flared into juicy, well-maintained curves, she was the definition of an impressive, high-tier mature woman who had only grown sweeter with time

"Oh, Alex! Look at how much you’ve grown!" cried Tessa, her face flush with genuine emotion

Without warning, she stepped forward and pulled him into a tight, suffocating embrace, Alexander’s face was buried directly into the deep, pillowy valley of her massive chest, instead of pulling away awkwardly like the timid, sheltered boy he used to be, Alexander leaned into the sensation, his hands slipped down her back, and with absolute deliberation, his fingers dug firmly into her thick, soft ass cheeks, giving them a heavy, commanding squeeze

Tessa gasped softly against his shoulder, her body stiffening in shock, the old Alexander had been a shy kid who couldn’t even look her in the eye without blushing, and now he had just boldly grabbed her backside within seconds of walking through the door, my, how children change, she thought to herself, a sudden thrill running down her spine, she pulled back just enough to look up at his sharp, confident features, a knowing, slightly playful smirk replacing her initial shock "Well, it seems you aren’t a little boy anymore" whispered Tessa, her voice dropping to a low, suggestive purr "Whenever you want, Young Master... you can touch whatever you need from this old woman"

Alexander detached himself from Tessa with a smooth, unbothered movement, stepping into the grand living room of the estate, the heavy scent of expensive wood polish and old money hung thick in the air

Helen was standing near the center of the room, her eyes red-rimmed and anxious "Alex, you’re finally—" she began, her voice cracking slightly

But before she could even finish her sentence, a blur of movement cut her off, Amy bolted across the polished floor and threw herself into his arms, locking her hands tightly behind his neck "You’ve been gone for almost a week! What happened to you?! Where on earth have you been?!" Amy burst out, a frantic storm of words escaping her lips as she began to cry against his chest "We called every hospital, we called the police, nobody knew anything! Why did you disappear like that?! Do you have any idea how terrified I was?!"

Alexander stood still, his arms loosely at his sides as he let her cling to him, a flash of amusement and curiosity crossed his mind, he found her sudden, explosive affection strange, Amy had never been like this with him, in fact, just a week ago at the burger joint, she had practically fled in a panic when he joked about fucking her to clear the tension between them, yet here she was, sobbing hysterically and holding onto him as if he were her last lifeline in a collapsing world

Helen quickly stepped forward, her hands hovering nervously in the air before she gently took Amy by the shoulders "Amy, stop it, let him breathe" said Helen, her voice laced with exhaustion "Don’t smother your cousin the second he walks through the door, he must be exhausted, there is absolutely no need to be this clingy right now"

Amy reluctantly let go, wiping her tear-stained cheeks with the back of her hand, though her eyes remained locked on Alexander as if afraid he would vanish if she looked away

"It’s fine" said Alexander, his tone smooth and perfectly composed

The heavy, rhythmic thud of a cane striking the hardwood floor echoed from the grand staircase, Alexander turned his gaze toward the sound, descending the stairs with slow, deliberate authority was Rachel, despite her advanced age, the family matriarch carried herself with an imposing, rigid posture, her sharp eyes scanning the room like a hawk inspecting its territory, as she stepped into the living room, the entire atmosphere shifted, turning cold and suffocatingly tense, the silence that followed was heavy, laden with unsaid secrets that had kept them apart for nearly a decade 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

"Good morning, Rachel" said Alexander, his voice entirely flat, missing even a hint of familial warmth "It has been a long time, it is a pleasure"

Rachel stopped a few paces away, leaning her hands on the silver handle of her cane, her gaze locked onto Alexander’s face, her eyes narrowing as she traced his sharp features, for a fleeting second, a bizarre, unsettling flicker of emotion passed through her ancient eyes—a complex mix of profound nostalgia, buried guilt, and an intensely bitter sorrow, it was the look of a woman staring at a ghost she had spent eight years trying to forget

"You have grown to look entirely too much like your father, Alexander" said Rachel, her voice low, raspy, and vibrating with an underlying tension that made Helen visibly flinch in the background "The resemblance is almost... unseemly"

"Is that so?" asked Alexander, a cold, predatory smirk playing at the corner of lips as he held her gaze without flinching "I’ll take that as a compliment"

The air between them grew thick, a silent battlefield of unacknowledged trauma and hidden sins stretching back to the day his parents died, Rachel wanted to impose the authority she always held over this family, but as she stared into Alexander’s dark, unwavering eyes, she realized with a sudden chill that the helpless boy she had cast out into the dirt was gone