In the end, however, he pulled me over to a dining table. I stared dumbfounded at the mouth-watering delicacies laid before me. The room was decorated with pink curtains, pink carpets, and a pink tablecloth. Flower petals also littered the carpeted floor and hung on the walls.
Christopher changed into a pink suit and tie. Although the color was often associated with femininity, it looked really good on him. His suit was buttoned up to the third button, and a wicked smile graced his handsome features. He looked alluring.
I had never seen someone as charismatic as him. In fact, I was sure he could make any woman drool.
Christopher sat down opposite me and smiled. “Your pumpkin carriage has brought you to the prince’s castle. All these here belongs to my princess. You can do anything you like here. Do you like it?”
He amazes me every day. Since I couldn’t really express the joy I was feeling, I threw myself into his arms and planted a kiss on his lips.
I was obsessed with his lips, his brows, and his eyes; he occupied every part of my mind. I knew I had fallen head over heels with him. This man, who always appeared by my side whenever I needed him most.
Christopher was stunned when I took the initiative to kiss him. He didn’t react when I sucked on his lips. Just as I was about to break away, he snapped to his senses and pulled me onto his lap in one swift movement.
He gripped onto my chin and tongue kissed me with a note of urgency. I leaned into his embrace and got so turned on as I moved my mouth against his.
This time around, I took the initiative to unbutton his shirt as he started to grope me underneath my clothes. I mimicked his movements and rubbed my hands all over his back. His breathing quickened as he carried me up bridal style and put me down on the sofa.
I lapped up everything about him and allowed his hands to roam my body freely. Tremors ran through me as his fingers trailed fire wherever they went.
He held on to my feet as if they were precious gems and kissed his way up my inner thighs. I wrapped my arms around his neck, feeling my body grow hot. At that very moment, I only had eyes for him.
Just as I thought we were going to have dessert, Christopher suddenly stopped. He turned away and took a few deep breaths in an attempt to calm himself down.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, confused.
He then grabbed my face and kissed me all over. In the end, he plunged his head into the bathtub. He was making me feel like I was going crazy. Moreover, I swore I was willing to give myself away. So why wouldn’t he touch me?
Is he disgusted by my past? Or did he get mad when I left with Lyle yesterday?
I panicked, rushed into the bathroom, hugged him from behind, and sobbed. “Please don’t do this, Christopher. I’m willing, really.”
Tears welled in my eyes, blurring my vision as I spoke. I was sick and tired of living life. Nobody cared about me, and I was tired of being alone; I was tired of getting bullied.
“I’ll make you happy, Christopher. Please don’t leave me, okay?” I was already at my lowest. I couldn’t bear to let happiness slip through my fingers after being abandoned again and again.
With that, I bent down and was about to help him out when he suddenly pulled me up. “Why are you crying?” He seemed surprised.
I wiped away my tears and rubbed myself against him. “Nothing happened between Lyle and I last night. I mean it. Nothing happened. Do you believe me?”
