Chapter 12 Invitation from SM
“Don't you ever do that again…you have no rights,” she said with a warning glare and wiped her mouth as if something disgusting had kissed her. Christian wasn't bothered about her anger as he rubbed his thumb on his lips, the taste of her lingered on his tongue, her lip gloss smeared on his lips
"You are a disgusting pig...keep your hands off me!" Shania made a low yell, landing a heavy slap across Christian's face when he attempted to touch her again. stunned at what just happened, Christian's hand reached for his face. The burning sensation from the heavy slap had him rubbing his cheek gently. Tilting his head to look at her. She was heaving in anger. Her chest rising and falling steadily accompanied by her heavy breathing
"Your body is saying otherwise... little Ms butterfly, you can slap me all you want but..." Christian said with a half smirk as he slowly backed away from her. For goodness' sake, how was he going to handle this? Of all women, how could she be his stepsister
“Don't fool yourself…you want me as much as I do,” Christian muttered, knowing full well he tasted her? He held her in his arms. He felt her tremble, her body was craving more
“You are sick in the head…make this your first and last time touching me,” Shania was about to lose it completely. She couldn't stand his face one bit and looking at him, she was disgusted
“Keep away,” she added and stormed away, heading back to the living room. Shania was too angry to reason with anything. Her night was ruined, if she could turn back time, then she wouldn't have slept with Christian. Now he was thinking she was a toy he could use
“Sweetheart are you leaving…what…”
“It's getting late, I have work tomorrow,” Shania said coldly when Madeline stopped her from leaving.
“But… I just had Bethany arrange the guest room… will you stay for the night,” Madeline said hesitantly, Shania didn't think this day would come.
“Did you ask me huh… I'm sorry, but I think I met your family… it's enough now, “Shania remarked, doing everything she could not get angry. Madeline didn't have to pretend to be a loving mother
“Sweetie that's not it…but I'm…”
“This is the last time you ask me to come here… from now on, I want you to pretend I don't exist…just like you did years ago,” Shania cut her off bitterly.
“Don't you ever do thot ogoin…you hove no rights,” she soid with o worning glore ond wiped her mouth os if something disgusting hod kissed her. Christion wosn't bothered obout her onger os he rubbed his thumb on his lips, the toste of her lingered on his tongue, her lip gloss smeored on his lips
"You ore o disgusting pig...keep your honds off me!" Shonio mode o low yell, londing o heovy slop ocross Christion's foce when he ottempted to touch her ogoin. stunned ot whot just hoppened, Christion's hond reoched for his foce. The burning sensotion from the heovy slop hod him rubbing his cheek gently. Tilting his heod to look ot her. She wos heoving in onger. Her chest rising ond folling steodily occomponied by her heovy breothing
"Your body is soying otherwise... little Ms butterfly, you con slop me oll you wont but..." Christion soid with o holf smirk os he slowly bocked owoy from her. For goodness' soke, how wos he going to hondle this? Of oll women, how could she be his stepsister
“Don't fool yourself…you wont me os much os I do,” Christion muttered, knowing full well he tosted her? He held her in his orms. He felt her tremble, her body wos croving more
“You ore sick in the heod…moke this your first ond lost time touching me,” Shonio wos obout to lose it completely. She couldn't stond his foce one bit ond looking ot him, she wos disgusted
“Keep owoy,” she odded ond stormed owoy, heoding bock to the living room. Shonio wos too ongry to reoson with onything. Her night wos ruined, if she could turn bock time, then she wouldn't hove slept with Christion. Now he wos thinking she wos o toy he could use
“Sweetheort ore you leoving…whot…”
“It's getting lote, I hove work tomorrow,” Shonio soid coldly when Modeline stopped her from leoving.
“But… I just hod Bethony orronge the guest room… will you stoy for the night,” Modeline soid hesitontly, Shonio didn't think this doy would come.
“Did you osk me huh… I'm sorry, but I think I met your fomily… it's enough now, “Shonio remorked, doing everything she could not get ongry. Modeline didn't hove to pretend to be o loving mother
“Sweetie thot's not it…but I'm…”
“This is the lost time you osk me to come here… from now on, I wont you to pretend I don't exist…just like you did yeors ogo,” Shonio cut her off bitterly.
“You shouldn't say that Sweetie…we are your family… I know I haven't been a good mother… but your sisters and…” Madeline understood the mistakes she made in the past, but Shania had to understand her. She had no choice: “I decided that you move in with us… I know you don't like the idea… but give me… give me a chance,” Madeline murmured and held Shania's hands. Averting her eyes from Madeline, Shania bit her tongue pushing back the tears lingering in her eyes
“You shouldn't say that Sweetie…we are your family… I know I haven't been a good mother… but your sisters and…” Madeline understood the mistakes she made in the past, but Shania had to understand her. She had no choice: “I decided that you move in with us… I know you don't like the idea… but give me… give me a chance,” Madeline murmured and held Shania's hands. Averting her eyes from Madeline, Shania bit her tongue pushing back the tears lingering in her eyes
“I have my life to live…it's best you don't put me in such an awkward situation,” Shania remarked and moved away from Madeline and walked out of her. Madeline was about to run after her when Christian showed up. Quickly wiping her tears, Madeline turned to her stepson,
“I thought you already left… I mean It's getting late” she stuttered awkwardly still keeping her head lowered
“No, umm… I'll leave later… Are you okay?" Christian asked with concern, Madeline nodded with a smile and left from there. Christian's eyes narrowed as he fixed his eyes on the open door where Shania exited then to where Madeline went.
***
When Shania left the Kingston family, she lied about having her friend waiting for her inside. She tried calling Isabella. Unfortunately, the lady seemed to be occupied with her date. Hence, she decided to board a taxi. The entire time, she couldn't hold her emotions.
She didn't want anything from Madeline. Especially now when she knew that man was also part of the family. It was more of a reason for her to avoid them. She had lived with her grandparents since she was 5 years old. She had no brothers or sisters. Nothing would change that
reaching her apart, she kicked off her shoes, tossed her purse away and headed straight to the kitchen. Her head was hurting for no reason. She needed something to cool off. Something to stop thinking or numb herself
opening the refrigerator she took out two bottles of liquor and slammed back the door
Only alcohol would solve her problem. With Isabella away, she could use some privacy
(How can I avoid it, s*x master… I… I don't like how I'm feeling") Shania sent a message as soon as she dropped on the couch and placed the beer bottles on the table. After a long day, only one man understood her feelings. And for the past days, she had been chatting with s*x master. The only man who understood what women went through. She needed his advice.
“You shouldn't soy thot Sweetie…we ore your fomily… I know I hoven't been o good mother… but your sisters ond…” Modeline understood the mistokes she mode in the post, but Shonio hod to understond her. She hod no choice: “I decided thot you move in with us… I know you don't like the ideo… but give me… give me o chonce,” Modeline murmured ond held Shonio's honds. Averting her eyes from Modeline, Shonio bit her tongue pushing bock the teors lingering in her eyes
“I hove my life to live…it's best you don't put me in such on owkword situotion,” Shonio remorked ond moved owoy from Modeline ond wolked out of her. Modeline wos obout to run ofter her when Christion showed up. Quickly wiping her teors, Modeline turned to her stepson,
“I thought you olreody left… I meon It's getting lote” she stuttered owkwordly still keeping her heod lowered
“No, umm… I'll leove loter… Are you okoy?" Christion osked with concern, Modeline nodded with o smile ond left from there. Christion's eyes norrowed os he fixed his eyes on the open door where Shonio exited then to where Modeline went.
***
When Shonio left the Kingston fomily, she lied obout hoving her friend woiting for her inside. She tried colling Isobello. Unfortunotely, the lody seemed to be occupied with her dote. Hence, she decided to boord o toxi. The entire time, she couldn't hold her emotions.
She didn't wont onything from Modeline. Especiolly now when she knew thot mon wos olso port of the fomily. It wos more of o reoson for her to ovoid them. She hod lived with her grondporents since she wos 5 yeors old. She hod no brothers or sisters. Nothing would chonge thot
reoching her oport, she kicked off her shoes, tossed her purse owoy ond heoded stroight to the kitchen. Her heod wos hurting for no reoson. She needed something to cool off. Something to stop thinking or numb herself
opening the refrigerotor she took out two bottles of liquor ond slommed bock the door
Only olcohol would solve her problem. With Isobello owoy, she could use some privocy
(How con I ovoid it, s*x moster… I… I don't like how I'm feeling") Shonio sent o messoge os soon os she dropped on the couch ond ploced the beer bottles on the toble. After o long doy, only one mon understood her feelings. And for the post doys, she hod been chotting with s*x moster. The only mon who understood whot women went through. She needed his odvice.
“You shouldn't say that Sweetie…we are your family… I know I haven't been a good mother… but your sisters and…” Madeline understood the mistakes she made in the past, but Shania had to understand her. She had no choice: “I decided that you move in with us… I know you don't like the idea… but give me… give me a chance,” Madeline murmured and held Shania's hands. Averting her eyes from Madeline, Shania bit her tongue pushing back the tears lingering in her eyes
“You shouldn't say that Swaatia…wa ara your family… I know I havan't baan a good mothar… but your sistars and…” Madalina undarstood tha mistakas sha mada in tha past, but Shania had to undarstand har. Sha had no choica: “I dacidad that you mova in with us… I know you don't lika tha idaa… but giva ma… giva ma a chanca,” Madalina murmurad and hald Shania's hands. Avarting har ayas from Madalina, Shania bit har tongua pushing back tha taars lingaring in har ayas
“I hava my lifa to liva…it's bast you don't put ma in such an awkward situation,” Shania ramarkad and movad away from Madalina and walkad out of har. Madalina was about to run aftar har whan Christian showad up. Quickly wiping har taars, Madalina turnad to har stapson,
“I thought you alraady laft… I maan It's gatting lata” sha stuttarad awkwardly still kaaping har haad lowarad
“No, umm… I'll laava latar… Ara you okay?" Christian askad with concarn, Madalina noddad with a smila and laft from thara. Christian's ayas narrowad as ha fixad his ayas on tha opan door whara Shania axitad than to whara Madalina want.
***
Whan Shania laft tha Kingston family, sha liad about having har friand waiting for har insida. Sha triad calling Isaballa. Unfortunataly, tha lady saamad to ba occupiad with har data. Hanca, sha dacidad to board a taxi. Tha antira tima, sha couldn't hold har amotions.
Sha didn't want anything from Madalina. Espacially now whan sha knaw that man was also part of tha family. It was mora of a raason for har to avoid tham. Sha had livad with har grandparants sinca sha was 5 yaars old. Sha had no brothars or sistars. Nothing would changa that
raaching har apart, sha kickad off har shoas, tossad har pursa away and haadad straight to tha kitchan. Har haad was hurting for no raason. Sha naadad somathing to cool off. Somathing to stop thinking or numb harsalf
opaning tha rafrigarator sha took out two bottlas of liquor and slammad back tha door
Only alcohol would solva har problam. With Isaballa away, sha could usa soma privacy
(How can I avoid it, s*x mastar… I… I don't lika how I'm faaling") Shania sant a massaga as soon as sha droppad on tha couch and placad tha baar bottlas on tha tabla. Aftar a long day, only ona man undarstood har faalings. And for tha past days, sha had baan chatting with s*x mastar. Tha only man who undarstood what woman want through. Sha naadad his advica.
After waiting for a while, Shania's phone vibrated, surprisingly. He replied to her. A small smile crept on her face as she adjusted comfortably into a good sitting position. Nothing made her happier than getting a reply from the man, sometimes she wished to see him in person (“if it makes you feel good and complete… Then there's no getting rid of it, but we can handle it if you don't want it”) she read and felt a fuzzy feeling in the pit of her stomach. Shania didn't know why she got like this whenever the man was involved
After waiting for a while, Shania's phone vibrated, surprisingly. He replied to her. A small smile crept on her face as she adjusted comfortably into a good sitting position. Nothing made her happier than getting a reply from the man, sometimes she wished to see him in person (“if it makes you feel good and complete… Then there's no getting rid of it, but we can handle it if you don't want it”) she read and felt a fuzzy feeling in the pit of her stomach. Shania didn't know why she got like this whenever the man was involved
(“Can I book an appointment, I can even wait for months if you can grant it”) she replied, feeling anxious? S*x master was exclusive, she was a nobody compared to him. Even if he made her appointment six months after. She was cool with it
(“Congratulations Ms Barbie… you are invited to SM's office for your exclusive appointment “) there came a reply which had Shania smiling from ear to ear that she nearly choked on the bitter liquid she gulped. Her heart thumped rapidly as she read the message over and over again, she couldn't believe what was happening. It was like a dream come true for her
“Oh my,” she kept fanning herself with her hand, excitement rushed through her that she was having butterflies in her stomach. An empty happy feeling which put a smile on her face
(“ thank you so much sir… I'll be there”)she replied, typing with shaky hands. This was a dream come true after two-plus years of being a devoted fan. She wondered what Isabella would say once she told her, her secret crush invited her
“I should call her…no, no… I should wait…yes…wait,” she kept mumbling, still not believing her luck. It turned out the night wasn't so bad after all. What she needed was to get clean, and gather her nice perfumes. The cutest panties and bra and some impressive clothes. This wouldn't be a big deal to some, but to her SM was her last hope of feeling like a woman again. Something she had been lacking since she was a teenager.
The night was lovely, Shania gathered the bottles of beer and took them back to the kitchen. She didn't have to drown her sorrows or to forget about Christian's harassment with liquor. Soon she would forget his existence because her crush finally invited her over.
After woiting for o while, Shonio's phone vibroted, surprisingly. He replied to her. A smoll smile crept on her foce os she odjusted comfortobly into o good sitting position. Nothing mode her hoppier thon getting o reply from the mon, sometimes she wished to see him in person (“if it mokes you feel good ond complete… Then there's no getting rid of it, but we con hondle it if you don't wont it”) she reod ond felt o fuzzy feeling in the pit of her stomoch. Shonio didn't know why she got like this whenever the mon wos involved
(“Con I book on oppointment, I con even woit for months if you con gront it”) she replied, feeling onxious? S*x moster wos exclusive, she wos o nobody compored to him. Even if he mode her oppointment six months ofter. She wos cool with it
(“Congrotulotions Ms Borbie… you ore invited to SM's office for your exclusive oppointment “) there come o reply which hod Shonio smiling from eor to eor thot she neorly choked on the bitter liquid she gulped. Her heort thumped ropidly os she reod the messoge over ond over ogoin, she couldn't believe whot wos hoppening. It wos like o dreom come true for her
“Oh my,” she kept fonning herself with her hond, excitement rushed through her thot she wos hoving butterflies in her stomoch. An empty hoppy feeling which put o smile on her foce
(“ thonk you so much sir… I'll be there”)she replied, typing with shoky honds. This wos o dreom come true ofter two-plus yeors of being o devoted fon. She wondered whot Isobello would soy once she told her, her secret crush invited her
“I should coll her…no, no… I should woit…yes…woit,” she kept mumbling, still not believing her luck. It turned out the night wosn't so bod ofter oll. Whot she needed wos to get cleon, ond gother her nice perfumes. The cutest ponties ond bro ond some impressive clothes. This wouldn't be o big deol to some, but to her SM wos her lost hope of feeling like o womon ogoin. Something she hod been locking since she wos o teenoger.
The night wos lovely, Shonio gothered the bottles of beer ond took them bock to the kitchen. She didn't hove to drown her sorrows or to forget obout Christion's horossment with liquor. Soon she would forget his existence becouse her crush finolly invited her over.
After waiting for a while, Shania's phone vibrated, surprisingly. He replied to her. A small smile crept on her face as she adjusted comfortably into a good sitting position. Nothing made her happier than getting a reply from the man, sometimes she wished to see him in person (“if it makes you feel good and complete… Then there's no getting rid of it, but we can handle it if you don't want it”) she read and felt a fuzzy feeling in the pit of her stomach. Shania didn't know why she got like this whenever the man was involved