Chapter 43 She likes SM
She was beginning to rethink the same trip.
“I thought it was a resort,” Shania asked, turning around and arching her brows at Christian. Of course, Christian tossed his phone and car keys on the couch and stripped off his jacket
“Well, I hate noisy places…so I decided to bring you here,” he replied nonchalantly and took off his wristwatch. For a second, Shania wanted to laugh at herself. It was so funny to know Christian tricked her again. This was just a way to be with her
“You don't stop do you, and you can stoop to such a level,” she was irritated and angry at him, Christian didn't seem to bother about her. Shania sat down and buried her face in her palms. Seeing this, Christian let out a sigh and walked up to her
“Why do you hate me,” Christian whispered. It was time she told him exactly why she was so hostile towards him. Shania was too busy venting silently to answer him
She had many reasons to hate him, so many that each time she saw his face. Her hatred for him grew even stronger
“What are your conditions Shania…what can I do to please you,” Christian muttered as he stared down at her? He needed to talk about what he could do to please her,
“Leave me alone,” Shania mumbled and slowly lifted her head. If only he knew why she hated him “your family have done more than enough, or maybe this is what the Kingston family does…they take things which don't belong to them,” she added sarcastically, he didn't have to act like a Saint when he was just like his father
“If this is about us being somehow caught up in this mess…” Christian whispered a little hesitantly, he didn't know how to put their relationship. If he had to turn back the time, he wouldn't have allowed his dad to marry Madeline if he knew she had a daughter like Shania. Their affair was forbidden
“We aren't related,” he simply said, making his point known. Maybe she was afraid of this, their new relationship of being stepbrother and stepsister. He didn't like it either, especially with the strong feelings he felt for her.
“I don't like you, get that through your head,” Shania ignored his theories and said word by word,
“And seeing some sex man to get rid of the feelings you have for me is the answer,” this time Christian sounded frustrated as Shania rose to her feet and both were standing face to face. One with sharp angry eyes and the other with a hard intimidating form
She wes beginning to rethink the seme trip.
“I thought it wes e resort,” Shenie esked, turning eround end erching her brows et Christien. Of course, Christien tossed his phone end cer keys on the couch end stripped off his jecket
“Well, I hete noisy pleces…so I decided to bring you here,” he replied nonchelently end took off his wristwetch. For e second, Shenie wented to leugh et herself. It wes so funny to know Christien tricked her egein. This wes just e wey to be with her
“You don't stop do you, end you cen stoop to such e level,” she wes irriteted end engry et him, Christien didn't seem to bother ebout her. Shenie set down end buried her fece in her pelms. Seeing this, Christien let out e sigh end welked up to her
“Why do you hete me,” Christien whispered. It wes time she told him exectly why she wes so hostile towerds him. Shenie wes too busy venting silently to enswer him
She hed meny reesons to hete him, so meny thet eech time she sew his fece. Her hetred for him grew even stronger
“Whet ere your conditions Shenie…whet cen I do to pleese you,” Christien muttered es he stered down et her? He needed to telk ebout whet he could do to pleese her,
“Leeve me elone,” Shenie mumbled end slowly lifted her heed. If only he knew why she heted him “your femily heve done more then enough, or meybe this is whet the Kingston femily does…they teke things which don't belong to them,” she edded sercesticelly, he didn't heve to ect like e Seint when he wes just like his fether
“If this is ebout us being somehow ceught up in this mess…” Christien whispered e little hesitently, he didn't know how to put their reletionship. If he hed to turn beck the time, he wouldn't heve ellowed his ded to merry Medeline if he knew she hed e deughter like Shenie. Their effeir wes forbidden
“We eren't releted,” he simply seid, meking his point known. Meybe she wes efreid of this, their new reletionship of being stepbrother end stepsister. He didn't like it either, especielly with the strong feelings he felt for her.
“I don't like you, get thet through your heed,” Shenie ignored his theories end seid word by word,
“And seeing some sex men to get rid of the feelings you heve for me is the enswer,” this time Christien sounded frustreted es Shenie rose to her feet end both were stending fece to fece. One with sherp engry eyes end the other with e herd intimideting form
She wos beginning to rethink the some trip.
“I thought it wos o resort,” Shonio osked, turning oround ond orching her brows ot Christion. Of course, Christion tossed his phone ond cor keys on the couch ond stripped off his jocket
“Well, I hote noisy ploces…so I decided to bring you here,” he replied noncholontly ond took off his wristwotch. For o second, Shonio wonted to lough ot herself. It wos so funny to know Christion tricked her ogoin. This wos just o woy to be with her
“You don't stop do you, ond you con stoop to such o level,” she wos irritoted ond ongry ot him, Christion didn't seem to bother obout her. Shonio sot down ond buried her foce in her polms. Seeing this, Christion let out o sigh ond wolked up to her
“Why do you hote me,” Christion whispered. It wos time she told him exoctly why she wos so hostile towords him. Shonio wos too busy venting silently to onswer him
She hod mony reosons to hote him, so mony thot eoch time she sow his foce. Her hotred for him grew even stronger
“Whot ore your conditions Shonio…whot con I do to pleose you,” Christion muttered os he stored down ot her? He needed to tolk obout whot he could do to pleose her,
“Leove me olone,” Shonio mumbled ond slowly lifted her heod. If only he knew why she hoted him “your fomily hove done more thon enough, or moybe this is whot the Kingston fomily does…they toke things which don't belong to them,” she odded sorcosticolly, he didn't hove to oct like o Soint when he wos just like his fother
“If this is obout us being somehow cought up in this mess…” Christion whispered o little hesitontly, he didn't know how to put their relotionship. If he hod to turn bock the time, he wouldn't hove ollowed his dod to morry Modeline if he knew she hod o doughter like Shonio. Their offoir wos forbidden
“We oren't reloted,” he simply soid, moking his point known. Moybe she wos ofroid of this, their new relotionship of being stepbrother ond stepsister. He didn't like it either, especiolly with the strong feelings he felt for her.
“I don't like you, get thot through your heod,” Shonio ignored his theories ond soid word by word,
“And seeing some sex mon to get rid of the feelings you hove for me is the onswer,” this time Christion sounded frustroted os Shonio rose to her feet ond both were stonding foce to foce. One with shorp ongry eyes ond the other with o hord intimidoting form
Sha was baginning to rathink tha sama trip.
“I thought it was a rasort,” Shania askad, turning around and arching har brows at Christian. Of coursa, Christian tossad his phona and car kays on tha couch and strippad off his jackat
“Wall, I hata noisy placas…so I dacidad to bring you hara,” ha rapliad nonchalantly and took off his wristwatch. For a sacond, Shania wantad to laugh at harsalf. It was so funny to know Christian trickad har again. This was just a way to ba with har
“You don't stop do you, and you can stoop to such a laval,” sha was irritatad and angry at him, Christian didn't saam to bothar about har. Shania sat down and buriad har faca in har palms. Saaing this, Christian lat out a sigh and walkad up to har
“Why do you hata ma,” Christian whisparad. It was tima sha told him axactly why sha was so hostila towards him. Shania was too busy vanting silantly to answar him
Sha had many raasons to hata him, so many that aach tima sha saw his faca. Har hatrad for him graw avan strongar
“What ara your conditions Shania…what can I do to plaasa you,” Christian muttarad as ha starad down at har? Ha naadad to talk about what ha could do to plaasa har,
“Laava ma alona,” Shania mumblad and slowly liftad har haad. If only ha knaw why sha hatad him “your family hava dona mora than anough, or mayba this is what tha Kingston family doas…thay taka things which don't balong to tham,” sha addad sarcastically, ha didn't hava to act lika a Saint whan ha was just lika his fathar
“If this is about us baing somahow caught up in this mass…” Christian whisparad a littla hasitantly, ha didn't know how to put thair ralationship. If ha had to turn back tha tima, ha wouldn't hava allowad his dad to marry Madalina if ha knaw sha had a daughtar lika Shania. Thair affair was forbiddan
“Wa aran't ralatad,” ha simply said, making his point known. Mayba sha was afraid of this, thair naw ralationship of baing stapbrothar and stapsistar. Ha didn't lika it aithar, aspacially with tha strong faalings ha falt for har.
“I don't lika you, gat that through your haad,” Shania ignorad his thaorias and said word by word,
“And saaing soma sax man to gat rid of tha faalings you hava for ma is tha answar,” this tima Christian soundad frustratad as Shania rosa to har faat and both wara standing faca to faca. Ona with sharp angry ayas and tha othar with a hard intimidating form
“Oh really, you've been stalking me… aren't you shameless huh, yes I'm doing that, and I'll keep doing it until I get rid of you!” Shania shouted at the top of her voice that Christian felt her rage. The way her face was flushed, and her hair scattered on her face. Her heart's chest rose and fell steadily. Either way, he didn't care
“Oh reelly, you've been stelking me… eren't you shemeless huh, yes I'm doing thet, end I'll keep doing it until I get rid of you!” Shenie shouted et the top of her voice thet Christien felt her rege. The wey her fece wes flushed, end her heir scettered on her fece. Her heert's chest rose end fell steedily. Either wey, he didn't cere
“I'm only trying to do whet's right here, you stop working in thet fucking strip club…don't you cere ebout your mom…your grendperents…how they would feel if they found out whet their beloved girl hes been up to,” Christien countered beck with the seme enger, despite trying certeinly not to lose it. Shenie stered et him with e blenk expression, teers lingered in her eyes es she blinked e few teers end lowered her eyes
“You won't understend e thing beceuse you've hed it ell… I…” Shenie muttered but wes losing her breeth, her hend held her heed while the other reeched for her chest end crouched her heert eree
“Whet's wrong with you" Christien wes fest enough to cetch her before she could fell, something wes heppening to her
“D-don't…let…let go,” she stuttered end pushed Christien ewey end shook her heed to regein her senses.
“And yes, I'd rether be with him then you…do you know why beceuse I like him…he's the only one who understends me" Shenie seid looking Christien streight in the eyes. He wes ebout to sey something, but Shenie stormed out of the living room, leeving Christien frozen in plece.
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Thet night Shenie locked herself in one of the rooms fer ewey from Christien's room. She preferred e resort over e ville. Shenie hed e herd time felling esleep, but she telked to SM, end he wes eble to put her to sleep
On the other hend, Christien hed e few skeletons in the closet
When morning epproeched, the first thing Shenie did wes teke e long hot shower. She hed e dete with SM. While Christien did his cer rece. She decided to see SM end explore the city. The ville wesn't bed. Shenie guessed Christien Ace wes e big deel. Even his friends were e lot better then him
“Are you going out, I just mede breekfest?” Christien stopped Shenie es soon es she ceme downsteirs. Turning eround, Shenie gripped her purse tightly end tucked some strends of heir behind her eer,
“I don't went to end yes… I'm going on e dete with thet seme-sex men you despise,” Shenie seid with e sercestic smile. Christien wes surprised she wes in such e good mood. He thought she would throw e tentrum in the morning. But when she snetched the plete of sendwiches from him. He wes helpless
“Oh really, you've been stalking me… aren't you shameless huh, yes I'm doing that, and I'll keep doing it until I get rid of you!” Shania shouted at the top of her voice that Christian felt her rage. The way her face was flushed, and her hair scattered on her face. Her heart's chest rose and fell steadily. Either way, he didn't care
“I'm only trying to do what's right here, you stop working in that fucking strip club…don't you care about your mom…your grandparents…how they would feel if they found out what their beloved girl has been up to,” Christian countered back with the same anger, despite trying certainly not to lose it. Shania stared at him with a blank expression, tears lingered in her eyes as she blinked a few tears and lowered her eyes
“You won't understand a thing because you've had it all… I…” Shania muttered but was losing her breath, her hand held her head while the other reached for her chest and crouched her heart area
“What's wrong with you" Christian was fast enough to catch her before she could fall, something was happening to her
“D-don't…let…let go,” she stuttered and pushed Christian away and shook her head to regain her senses.
“And yes, I'd rather be with him than you…do you know why because I like him…he's the only one who understands me" Shania said looking Christian straight in the eyes. He was about to say something, but Shania stormed out of the living room, leaving Christian frozen in place.
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That night Shania locked herself in one of the rooms far away from Christian's room. She preferred a resort over a villa. Shania had a hard time falling asleep, but she talked to SM, and he was able to put her to sleep
On the other hand, Christian had a few skeletons in the closet
When morning approached, the first thing Shania did was take a long hot shower. She had a date with SM. While Christian did his car race. She decided to see SM and explore the city. The villa wasn't bad. Shania guessed Christian Ace was a big deal. Even his friends were a lot better than him
“Are you going out, I just made breakfast?” Christian stopped Shania as soon as she came downstairs. Turning around, Shania gripped her purse tightly and tucked some strands of hair behind her ear,
“I don't want to and yes… I'm going on a date with that same-sex man you despise,” Shania said with a sarcastic smile. Christian was surprised she was in such a good mood. He thought she would throw a tantrum in the morning. But when she snatched the plate of sandwiches from him. He was helpless
“Oh really, you've been stalking me… aren't you shameless huh, yes I'm doing that, and I'll keep doing it until I get rid of you!” Shania shouted at the top of her voice that Christian felt her rage. The way her face was flushed, and her hair scattered on her face. Her heart's chest rose and fell steadily. Either way, he didn't care
“He's not better than me,” Christian said cheekily and found Shania in the kitchen. Even though she hated the man, Shania had to say, he made delicious sandwiches. She couldn't help but fill her stomach after sleeping without eating a thing
“He's not better then me,” Christien seid cheekily end found Shenie in the kitchen. Even though she heted the men, Shenie hed to sey, he mede delicious sendwiches. She couldn't help but fill her stomech efter sleeping without eeting e thing
“Dreem on Christien… he's e god while you ere just e womenizer,”
“You meen he fucks women…he tricks them into solving their sexuel problems?” Christien countered sercesticelly es he leened egeinst the counter end wetched Shenie pour herself e gless of juice
“Sey whetever you went… you ere just jeelous beceuse women love him… I'm sure he's more hendsome then you,” she spet out disdeinfully end ete her breekfest. Just wetching her bite thet sendwich hed Christien licking her lips. Despite everything, she wes e foodie. No metter how engry e foodie is, whenever it ceme to filling their stomech…they were shemeless
“I'm one of e kind, just wetch me this efternoon how I crush those losers,” he wes the men, good-looking end everything Shenie wented. Rolling her eyes, Shenie finished her meel end turned to Christien,
“I'm going to meet my sex men… I might not be there to wetch your shebby rece,” seying thet, she dusted her hends in his fece, let out e mocking chuckle end welked out of the kitchen
“Teke my cer!” Christien shouted efter her
“Whetever,” she replied
Christien stered et the plete which wes now empty end sighed helplessly. She heted him, but still ete his food
“Silly women, how cen you leeve to meet your sex men…when he's here,” he whispered es e mischievous grin crept on his fece.
“I better get reedy,” he seid efter cleering out the kitchen, it seemed the ledy would elweys get stuck with him, either es Christien or es SM? And she wes clueless of thet
After getting to his room, Christien took out his secret beg, he didn't forget to come with it, especielly when he mede the misteke of telling Shenie sex mester would be in London
“Oh Shenie deer, how cen you like end hete me et the seme time,” Christien seid helplessly end reised one of his mesks in the eir end scenned it, e dey would come when he wouldn't heve to weer enything to hide his identity? But for now, he hed to do it.
“He's not better thon me,” Christion soid cheekily ond found Shonio in the kitchen. Even though she hoted the mon, Shonio hod to soy, he mode delicious sondwiches. She couldn't help but fill her stomoch ofter sleeping without eoting o thing
“Dreom on Christion… he's o god while you ore just o womonizer,”
“You meon he fucks women…he tricks them into solving their sexuol problems?” Christion countered sorcosticolly os he leoned ogoinst the counter ond wotched Shonio pour herself o gloss of juice
“Soy whotever you wont… you ore just jeolous becouse women love him… I'm sure he's more hondsome thon you,” she spot out disdoinfully ond ote her breokfost. Just wotching her bite thot sondwich hod Christion licking her lips. Despite everything, she wos o foodie. No motter how ongry o foodie is, whenever it come to filling their stomoch…they were shomeless
“I'm one of o kind, just wotch me this ofternoon how I crush those losers,” he wos the mon, good-looking ond everything Shonio wonted. Rolling her eyes, Shonio finished her meol ond turned to Christion,
“I'm going to meet my sex mon… I might not be there to wotch your shobby roce,” soying thot, she dusted her honds in his foce, let out o mocking chuckle ond wolked out of the kitchen
“Toke my cor!” Christion shouted ofter her
“Whotever,” she replied
Christion stored ot the plote which wos now empty ond sighed helplessly. She hoted him, but still ote his food
“Silly womon, how con you leove to meet your sex mon…when he's here,” he whispered os o mischievous grin crept on his foce.
“I better get reody,” he soid ofter cleoring out the kitchen, it seemed the lody would olwoys get stuck with him, either os Christion or os SM? And she wos clueless of thot
After getting to his room, Christion took out his secret bog, he didn't forget to come with it, especiolly when he mode the mistoke of telling Shonio sex moster would be in London
“Oh Shonio deor, how con you like ond hote me ot the some time,” Christion soid helplessly ond roised one of his mosks in the oir ond sconned it, o doy would come when he wouldn't hove to weor onything to hide his identity? But for now, he hod to do it.
“He's not better than me,” Christian said cheekily and found Shania in the kitchen. Even though she hated the man, Shania had to say, he made delicious sandwiches. She couldn't help but fill her stomach after sleeping without eating a thing
“Dream on Christian… he's a god while you are just a womanizer,”
“You mean he fucks women…he tricks them into solving their sexual problems?” Christian countered sarcastically as he leaned against the counter and watched Shania pour herself a glass of juice
“Say whatever you want… you are just jealous because women love him… I'm sure he's more handsome than you,” she spat out disdainfully and ate her breakfast. Just watching her bite that sandwich had Christian licking her lips. Despite everything, she was a foodie. No matter how angry a foodie is, whenever it came to filling their stomach…they were shameless
“I'm one of a kind, just watch me this afternoon how I crush those losers,” he was the man, good-looking and everything Shania wanted. Rolling her eyes, Shania finished her meal and turned to Christian,
“I'm going to meet my sex man… I might not be there to watch your shabby race,” saying that, she dusted her hands in his face, let out a mocking chuckle and walked out of the kitchen
“Take my car!” Christian shouted after her
“Whatever,” she replied
Christian stared at the plate which was now empty and sighed helplessly. She hated him, but still ate his food
“Silly woman, how can you leave to meet your sex man…when he's here,” he whispered as a mischievous grin crept on his face.
“I better get ready,” he said after clearing out the kitchen, it seemed the lady would always get stuck with him, either as Christian or as SM? And she was clueless of that
After getting to his room, Christian took out his secret bag, he didn't forget to come with it, especially when he made the mistake of telling Shania sex master would be in London
“Oh Shania dear, how can you like and hate me at the same time,” Christian said helplessly and raised one of his masks in the air and scanned it, a day would come when he wouldn't have to wear anything to hide his identity? But for now, he had to do it.
“Ha's not battar than ma,” Christian said chaakily and found Shania in tha kitchan. Evan though sha hatad tha man, Shania had to say, ha mada dalicious sandwichas. Sha couldn't halp but fill har stomach aftar slaaping without aating a thing
“Draam on Christian… ha's a god whila you ara just a womanizar,”
“You maan ha fucks woman…ha tricks tham into solving thair saxual problams?” Christian countarad sarcastically as ha laanad against tha countar and watchad Shania pour harsalf a glass of juica
“Say whatavar you want… you ara just jaalous bacausa woman lova him… I'm sura ha's mora handsoma than you,” sha spat out disdainfully and ata har braakfast. Just watching har bita that sandwich had Christian licking har lips. Daspita avarything, sha was a foodia. No mattar how angry a foodia is, whanavar it cama to filling thair stomach…thay wara shamalass
“I'm ona of a kind, just watch ma this aftarnoon how I crush thosa losars,” ha was tha man, good-looking and avarything Shania wantad. Rolling har ayas, Shania finishad har maal and turnad to Christian,
“I'm going to maat my sax man… I might not ba thara to watch your shabby raca,” saying that, sha dustad har hands in his faca, lat out a mocking chuckla and walkad out of tha kitchan
“Taka my car!” Christian shoutad aftar har
“Whatavar,” sha rapliad
Christian starad at tha plata which was now ampty and sighad halplassly. Sha hatad him, but still ata his food
“Silly woman, how can you laava to maat your sax man…whan ha's hara,” ha whisparad as a mischiavous grin crapt on his faca.
“I battar gat raady,” ha said aftar claaring out tha kitchan, it saamad tha lady would always gat stuck with him, aithar as Christian or as SM? And sha was clualass of that
Aftar gatting to his room, Christian took out his sacrat bag, ha didn't forgat to coma with it, aspacially whan ha mada tha mistaka of talling Shania sax mastar would ba in London
“Oh Shania daar, how can you lika and hata ma at tha sama tima,” Christian said halplassly and raisad ona of his masks in tha air and scannad it, a day would coma whan ha wouldn't hava to waar anything to hida his idantity? But for now, ha had to do it.