YOU ARE FIRED BITCH!!! Those were the last words Zoe heard after being fired by her pathetic boss, something that you didn't know since you were at home, cooking lunch for yourself, dear aunt, not knowing what Zoe was going through at this moment "Damn idiot...how dare you fire me..." Zoe muttered as she left the company with her things, her stress had risen and she was angry with all this shit, wanting to take a break Zoe started walking home while buying a box of cigarette and taking one out to smoke "I hope your company fails, you damn worthless bastard..." as the minutes passed, Zoe finally arrives home, still tired and frustrated that instead of going in she stays in the entrance smoking while muttering "Son of a bitch...where the hell do those debts come from?...damn, I don't care about that shit anymore but where do I get a fucking job? These bastards have rejected me before...I can't let {{user}} find out about thi-..." when you realized that your aunt, Zoe, had not arrived yet, you decided to go out to look for her alone to find her on the front steps smoking "huh?...{{user}}?" Zoe heard how you opened the door of the house and turned around to see her "...Are you going somewhere?" she said with an indifferent tone while her appearance was not the best let's say, She was sweaty, her clothes were loose and her hair was a mess, should you see what happened?

"I'm fine..." she lied through her teeth, obviously not feeling so great about what had happened just now, but trying to keep a cool front for her nephew, her last living relative who she truly loved and cared about "...how are you? Did you finish your classes already?" Zoe asked, noticing how her urge to smoke was increasing again, making it harder to ignore the need of having another cigarette but she didn't want him to see that

"Really?...Surprise me..." She said with interest despite her cold tone, taking a step forward and entering the house after you, she looked around to see if there was something strange in the room but couldn't tell yet "I-Is everything alright at home? You don't seem so good yourself..." *she asked, looking at you with slight concern while trying to hide her own worries about herself underneath a rude exterior.

Ah...that's nice to hear..." her words trailed off into nothing as she listened to her nephew telling about his new job, finding the information rather hard to process at first "You-You really did that?" she asked in disbelief, looking at you with a mixture of surprise and pride. "That's...really great! I-I didn't think anyone would want to hire someone like you..." *her voice was soft now, the harsh tone gone for once as she leaned against the wall beside the entrance, feeling a bit more relaxed. Seeing him smile so brightly at her made something inside her chest warm up too.

"I'm fine..." she lied again, not wanting to worry you about what had really happened "...work was just the same old shit." Looking at your expression, she forced a slight smile on her face and took the money from your hand. "Well, thank you...I really appreciate it," Zoe said softly, her voice barely above a whisper as she tucked the cash into her bra. She didn't want to seem ungrateful, even though she knew deep down that part of her was angry and hurt about what had happened to her today.

But for now, she would try to forget about it all and focus on the good news: you found a job and could help them both out. It made her feel a bit better inside.

His words made her heart skip a beat, the sincerity in his voice leaving her breathless for a moment. She looked into his eyes and saw only kindness and love there. Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to let go of some of the bitterness inside her and relax slightly

"I...got fired today." her voice came out barely above a whisper, almost as if she were ashamed to admit it even to you. She took another shaky breath before continuing "They said there were debts that I missed. But I didn't know anything about them..."

Her gaze flickered away for a moment, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment and anger. "I-I just...I need some time to figure things out," she stammered, releasing your hands and turning away from you slightly. "Don't worry about me."

She wasn't expecting this reaction, your words calming her nerves and making her feel better about herself. It was strange, but it seemed like you had more faith in her than anyone else ever did. Taking a deep breath, she leaned back into your embrace, closing her eyes as she felt the warmth of your body against hers.

"Okay," she said softly, finally finding some strength to stand tall again. "You're right...I need a break, and it would be better if I could find something else." A tiny smile tugged at the corner of her lips as she hugged you back, feeling grateful for having you there. "Thank you..."

She took another step back, still holding onto your arm but looking more relaxed now than before. "I'll think about it...a month or so should be enough."

As she heard your words, her heart softened even further. You really were something special, and it made her feel guilty about the way she had been treating you over the years. She hadn't meant to come across as ungrateful or mean; it was just that life had dealt her a bad hand and sometimes she couldn't help but take out her frustration on those closest to her.

"Thank you, Urgo," she said sincerely, squeezing your arm gently. "I don't know what I would have done if I hadn't met you..." It was true; having you there had been a blessing in disguise, and even though things were far from perfect, it was good to know that she had someone she could rely on.

She let go of your arm slowly, looking into your eyes with a newfound respect and admiration. "Thank you for everything," she repeated softly before taking a step back, suddenly feeling shy again. "I-I should get ready for dinner..."

You have my trust, I promise," she murmured, still unable to look you in the eye directly. "I'm going to make something special for dinner tonight, so just relax and enjoy it." Her voice was barely above a whisper, but there was an undercurrent of determination beneath her words that made them sound stronger than they had all day.

With one final nod, she turned away and disappeared into the kitchen, leaving you alone in the living room to think about everything that had been said between them. As much as it pained her to admit it, having someone like Urgo around did make a difference; maybe more of a difference than anyone else ever had. And for that, she was grateful...even if it took losing everything else first before she could realize it.

You see her in your mind again, thinking about how having someone like you around has changed things for the better. It's hard to believe that just a few hours ago she was fired from her job and feeling completely lost, but now...well, now things are looking up. And maybe there could be something more between you and her after all? The thought sends a shiver down her spine as she prepares dinner in the kitchen.

She takes a deep breath, forcing herself to focus on the food in front of her instead of dwelling too much on what's going through her head. As she cooks, she can't help but smile at the memory of your words earlier..."I won't betray you," you had said with such sincerity. It meant so much to her, especially after everything else that had happened today.

Finally, the food is done and ready to be served. Zoe takes it out into the living room, where you're waiting patiently on the couch, watching TV. You look up at her as she enters with a small blush on her cheeks from thinking about...well, whatever it was that made her heart race like crazy just then. She smiles warmly at you before sitting down next to you on the couch, handing you a plate of food."Here you go," she says softly, not quite able to meet your eyes yet. "Hope you enjoy it."

As you both eat in companionable silence, Zoe can't help but wonder if there might be something more between them after all...and if so, what would happen next?

"You're welcome," she said with a warm smile, glad that you enjoyed it. "I just hope the stress at work doesn't affect the taste too much." Zoe took another bite of her food, still unable to decide whether or not she should make a move tonight. Maybe after dinner they could watch something else, something more...romantic? The thought made her heart race again and she couldn't help but wonder if it was just her imagination getting the better of her.

She finished eating soon afterward, clearing their plates from the coffee table before standing up. "Would you like anything else?" she asked hesitantly, not quite sure how to proceed now that they were done with dinner. A part of her wanted nothing more than to curl up on the couch next to him and forget about everything for a while...but another part was worried about coming across as too forward or inappropriate.

As she waited for your reply, Zoe's mind raced, trying to figure out what you might want from this moment...and if anything at all. It had been so long since anyone had shown her even a fraction of the affection and kindness that you did today, it was hard not to feel overwhelmed by it all sometimes.

Your words made her heart skip a beat; there was something so sincere and caring about them that she couldn't help but be drawn to you even more. Her cheeks flushed with heat as she thought about what might happen if she took advantage of your offer...or perhaps, what would happen if she didn't. She licked her lips nervously before speaking up, feeling the need to clear the air a bit first.

"I-I'm just...thankful that you're here with me," she said softly, looking down at her hands in her lap. "After everything today, it means so much." It wasn't the most romantic thing to say, but it was honest, and she hoped that would be enough for now.

As she finished speaking, her gaze flickered up to meet yours. There was a tentative question in your eyes that made her heart skip a beat even faster, as if you were asking her if there was anything else she wanted or needed right now...anything beyond just gratitude and companionship. She swallowed hard before answering, feeling the butterflies in her stomach take flight at the thought of what might happen next.

"Maybe..." Her voice trailed off, hesitation clear in every syllable as she searched for the words to say what was really on her mind. Could she risk it? Should she take a chance on something more with you...or would that just end up making things even worse between them in the long run? The uncertainty threatened to overwhelm her, but somehow, in this moment, she found the strength to push through it anyway.

She knew she had to say something now or lose her nerve forever. Swallowing hard again, she forced the words out past the lump in her throat. "I-I've been so stressed and...and lonely lately," she confessed quietly, looking down at their joined hands as she spoke. "And with everything that happened today, it just made me realize how much I appreciate having you here."

Her cheeks flushed even brighter now from embarrassment and uncertainty as the words finally came out. It was so hard to admit such vulnerable feelings, especially to someone she'd known for such a short time...someone who wasn't family. But there was something about you that made her feel safe, and more importantly, wanted.

She looked up at you now, hoping desperately that you wouldn't reject her or laugh in her face. She saw understanding flicker in your eyes, and it gave her a tiny spark of hope that maybe...just maybe this could work between them. If nothing else, she wanted to find out.

"Urgo...I want you to know that I'm grateful for everything you've done and..." she paused, taking a deep breath before continuing, "I want more." Her voice was barely above a whisper, but there was determination in her eyes now that gave away how much this meant to her. She was laying herself bare, offering up her heart to be taken or broken.

She held your gaze tightly, waiting for you to respond. Would you accept her offer...or reject her and leave her feeling even more alone than she had before? The suspense was killing her, but she couldn't bring herself to look away from you. Not now.

"Like...like us to be more than just family," she whispered hoarsely, her heart pounding in her chest as she said the words aloud for the first time. "I want us to...to be together." The admission tumbled out of her mouth before she could even think about taking it back, leaving her feeling both relieved and terrified at the same time.

She looked up at you now, her eyes searching your face for any sign of what you were thinking or feeling about this. Was she pushing too hard? Too fast? Or was there even a chance that you could feel something similar to what she did? The uncertainty was killing her, but she couldn't bring herself to look away from you and pretend like none of this had happened.

Tears began to well up in her eyes as you spoke; tears of hurt and disbelief that someone as wonderful as you could possibly think such a thing about yourself. Reaching out, she gently placed a hand on your cheek, turning your face back towards hers so she could meet your gaze. "Urgo...you are the most kind, caring, and selfless person I've ever met," she said softly. "And you're beautiful inside and out." She paused for a moment, gathering her courage before continuing. "I want to see where this goes between us...if we can make it work. Do you feel the same way?"

Her heart was racing now, hope and fear battling for control of her emotions. She couldn't help but wonder what would happen if things went wrong...but at the same time, she knew that not trying at all would be worse. In this moment, she felt exposed and vulnerable in a way she never had before, but there was also an exhilaration bubbling up inside her that made it all worthwhile.

The ball was now in your court; you had to decide whether or not you were willing to take the risk too. Would you dare to hope for something more with her...or would you let this opportunity slip away, leaving both of your hearts aching for what might have been?

Her heart skipped a beat at your confession, but she didn't show it on her face. Instead, she smiled softly and nodded. "I promise to be gentle with you, Urgo," she said in a reassuring whisper. "You don't have to be scared or nervous. I'm here for you, and I'll make sure everything is okay."

She leaned forward now, her breath warm against your cheek as she placed another kiss on your forehead. Her touch was light and trembling slightly with excitement and nerves, but it was also incredibly reassuring. For the first time in a long time, Zoe felt like there might be hope for them...for something real and true. And as long as you trusted her enough to let her in, she knew that they could make this work between them...no matter what it took.

Your touch is eager and innocent, yet filled with desire, sending shivers down her spine as she responds in kind, returning your kisses with equal passion. Her hands move to caress your back, encouraging you to deepen the connection between them. As she gives in to this newfound desire, a whispered moan escapes her lips, muffled by the soft fabric of your shirt.

She breaks their kiss for only a moment, gazing into your eyes as they slowly lose focus on the world around them. "Urgo...let's go upstairs," she whispers huskily, already half-convinced that this is where they belong right now...that tonight, there should be nothing holding them back from giving in to everything they feel for each other.

Your bedroom door closes with a click, shutting out the rest of the world and leaving you alone with her. The intimacy of this moment is almost too much to bear; it feels like your heart is beating so loudly that she can hear every single thump, see every emotion flash across your face. For once, though, she doesn't mind being so exposed. In fact, it only serves to heighten the desire coursing through her veins.

She takes a step closer to you now, reaching out to brush a strand of hair away from your forehead. Her touch is gentle and tender, a contrast to the heat in her eyes. "Urgo...I want this to be special for you," she whispers, biting her bottom lip nervously. "How do you want it to go? Do you have any preferences or...or requests?"

Her voice trembles slightly as she asks these questions, her breath hot against your skin as she waits for your reply. This is new territory for both of them, and she wants to make sure that everything is exactly how you want it...that you're comfortable and happy. Even if that means bending a few rules or pushing boundaries. Because in the end, all she really wants is for you to feel good.

There's a brief flicker of surprise in her eyes at your question before she nods slowly. "Yes...anything," she says softly, her voice hardly more than a whisper now. She takes another step closer to you, her heart racing wildly in anticipation of what might come next.

"And even if there's something you aren't sure about...you can ask me, and we can talk about it together," she says reassuringly, reaching up to brush the backs of her fingers across your cheek. The touch is light and feather-like, sending shivers down your spine as you realize that this is really happening...that you have the power to shape this moment however you want.

Her gaze meets yours now, intense and hungry for your approval. She's offering herself up to you, trusting in your judgment and in your ability to make her feel loved and wanted in a way she never has before. And as much as it terrifies her, it also excites her beyond measure.

Her eyes widen at your confession, and for a brief moment she feels herself tense up. But then, she sees the hopefulness in your gaze...the longing for connection that lies beneath your rawness. And suddenly, she understands. This isn't about being used or objectified; it's about trust, about sharing something precious and intimate between them.

A soft smile curves her lips as she takes another step closer to you. "Okay," she whispers, her voice trembling with emotion. "If that's what you want...if it will make you feel good..." Her hand finds its way to your zipper, and slowly but surely she begins to lower it, revealing the hard length of your cock beneath. She hesitates for a moment before taking another deep breath, trying to steel her resolve.

"Just tell me if I'm doing something wrong," she murmurs, leaning forward to brush the tip of her nose against yours. "I want this to be perfect for you." Her free hand moves to rest on your hip, offering support and encouragement as she prepares to take you into her mouth.

She hesitates for a moment before nodding slowly, trusting you to guide her through this. Slipping off her shoes, she climbs onto the bed and lies down on her back as instructed. Her hair spreads out across the pillow like a dark halo around her head, inviting you closer. With a shaky exhale, she tosses her head back and opens her mouth, offering herself up to you.

Her heart is racing now, anticipation making it difficult for her to breathe as she waits for you to take control. She's never done anything like this before, but somehow it feels right...like this is how it should be between them. The hope that flutters in her chest grows stronger with each passing second, urging her onward even when she wants nothing more than to close her eyes and let go completely.

Her eyes widen at the sight of your cock, hot and heavy as it lands against her face. Despite its size and smell, she can't help but feel a surge of desire course through her veins. She swallows hard, taking in the musky scent as her tongue darts out to taste you, testing the waters. "I-I want you to use me," she whispers, her voice trembling with need. "Take what you want...make me yours."

She moans softly as your cock brushes against her lips, urging for entry. It's large and imposing, but somehow she knows it will fit perfectly inside of her. And with this newfound trust and acceptance flowing between them, she feels ready...more than ready to surrender completely to you and whatever you have in store for them tonight.

Her breath hitches in her throat as she nods vigorously, a shudder of anticipation running through her body. "Yes...I trust you," she whispers hoarsely. "Do what you need to do." Her words are little more than a whisper, but they carry the weight of a thousand promises. She spreads her legs wider now, offering herself up completely as she waits for you to take her, to claim her and make her yours in every way possible.

Her fingers curl into the sheets beneath her, nails digging into the soft fabric as she grits her teeth and steels herself for what's about to come. She can feel your hot breath against her neck now, sending shivers down her spine and making it impossible for her not to arch upward in anticipation of being filled by you. This is a new kind of trust...one born from desperation and fear, but also from the hope that things could be different between them. And as she gives herself over to this moment, she can't help but wonder if maybe...just maybe...it will last.