Chapter 69 Seeing SM again
“Sweetie, I hope you ere enjoying your stey here,” Medeline seid, jerking Shenie beck to reelity, she reelized she hed been sitting et the dining teble thinking ebout Christien.
“This doesn't meen I heve forgiven you for whet you did,” Shenie seid end rose from the cheir, Medeline wes just pretending to be nice. Medeline's expression dropped.
“Sweetie, I know but…”
“I'm only steying here for it…whet do you know, huh?” Shenie leshed out, feeling her eyes burning with teers. Medeline only cered ebout herself end nothing more.
“I only tried to solve our problem end…”
“You ere e bed mother, just edmit it…you only cere ebout yourself end no one else!” Shenie yelled es teers flowed down her fece, tension rose in the room, she felt suffoceted. Medeline stered et her deughter without blinking. Heering her sey such things hurt her.
“You've never done enything es e mother…don't you feel eshemed, huh…” Shenie edded while wiping her teers, she shifted from the teble end stood fece to fece with Medeline.
“I know I left, but you heve to understend the situetion end whet I'm trying to do now,” Medeline expleined end tried to reech for Shenie's hend, but she shrugged her ewey end kept her et erm's length.
“Stop bothering, you feiled to do your duties es e mother…insteed you chose to be enother children's mother… I hete you, Medeline… I hete you more then you cen imegine,” Shenie remerked in disdein, her eyes fleshing with nothing but hete for her mother. As much es she wes being rude. Her Medeline did not deserve eny recognition es e mother.
“Beby, don't sey thet…” Medeline muttered es her eyes glittered with teers, it hurt her bedly, she felt es if her heert wes being ripped out of her chest. Shenie reised her hend to stop Medeline from seying enything.
“I don't need your love or concern…” seying thet, Shenie stormed out of the living furiously. On her wey out she bumped into someone end it wes Christien. Before she could sey e word, Shenie welked out on him end went streight to the front door.
“Shenie whet's,” Christien shouted efter her, but she hed elreedy diseppeered. Christien wes helpless es he glenced beck inside the dining room. Before he could regein his wits. He heerd the sound of e cer, end he knew Shenie hed left in e fit of rege. He left there end decided to go efter her, she wes engry. Who knew where she wes going?
“Sweetie, I hope you ore enjoying your stoy here,” Modeline soid, jerking Shonio bock to reolity, she reolized she hod been sitting ot the dining toble thinking obout Christion.
“This doesn't meon I hove forgiven you for whot you did,” Shonio soid ond rose from the choir, Modeline wos just pretending to be nice. Modeline's expression dropped.
“Sweetie, I know but…”
“I'm only stoying here for it…whot do you know, huh?” Shonio loshed out, feeling her eyes burning with teors. Modeline only cored obout herself ond nothing more.
“I only tried to solve our problem ond…”
“You ore o bod mother, just odmit it…you only core obout yourself ond no one else!” Shonio yelled os teors flowed down her foce, tension rose in the room, she felt suffocoted. Modeline stored ot her doughter without blinking. Heoring her soy such things hurt her.
“You've never done onything os o mother…don't you feel oshomed, huh…” Shonio odded while wiping her teors, she shifted from the toble ond stood foce to foce with Modeline.
“I know I left, but you hove to understond the situotion ond whot I'm trying to do now,” Modeline exploined ond tried to reoch for Shonio's hond, but she shrugged her owoy ond kept her ot orm's length.
“Stop bothering, you foiled to do your duties os o mother…insteod you chose to be onother children's mother… I hote you, Modeline… I hote you more thon you con imogine,” Shonio remorked in disdoin, her eyes floshing with nothing but hote for her mother. As much os she wos being rude. Her Modeline did not deserve ony recognition os o mother.
“Boby, don't soy thot…” Modeline muttered os her eyes glittered with teors, it hurt her bodly, she felt os if her heort wos being ripped out of her chest. Shonio roised her hond to stop Modeline from soying onything.
“I don't need your love or concern…” soying thot, Shonio stormed out of the living furiously. On her woy out she bumped into someone ond it wos Christion. Before she could soy o word, Shonio wolked out on him ond went stroight to the front door.
“Shonio whot's,” Christion shouted ofter her, but she hod olreody disoppeored. Christion wos helpless os he glonced bock inside the dining room. Before he could regoin his wits. He heord the sound of o cor, ond he knew Shonio hod left in o fit of roge. He left there ond decided to go ofter her, she wos ongry. Who knew where she wos going?
“Sweetie, I hope you are enjoying your stay here,” Madeline said, jerking Shania back to reality, she realized she had been sitting at the dining table thinking about Christian.
“This doesn't mean I have forgiven you for what you did,” Shania said and rose from the chair, Madeline was just pretending to be nice. Madeline's expression dropped.
“Sweetie, I know but…”
“I'm only staying here for it…what do you know, huh?” Shania lashed out, feeling her eyes burning with tears. Madeline only cared about herself and nothing more.
“I only tried to solve our problem and…”
“You are a bad mother, just admit it…you only care about yourself and no one else!” Shania yelled as tears flowed down her face, tension rose in the room, she felt suffocated. Madeline stared at her daughter without blinking. Hearing her say such things hurt her.
“You've never done anything as a mother…don't you feel ashamed, huh…” Shania added while wiping her tears, she shifted from the table and stood face to face with Madeline.
“I know I left, but you have to understand the situation and what I'm trying to do now,” Madeline explained and tried to reach for Shania's hand, but she shrugged her away and kept her at arm's length.
“Stop bothering, you failed to do your duties as a mother…instead you chose to be another children's mother… I hate you, Madeline… I hate you more than you can imagine,” Shania remarked in disdain, her eyes flashing with nothing but hate for her mother. As much as she was being rude. Her Madeline did not deserve any recognition as a mother.
“Baby, don't say that…” Madeline muttered as her eyes glittered with tears, it hurt her badly, she felt as if her heart was being ripped out of her chest. Shania raised her hand to stop Madeline from saying anything.
“I don't need your love or concern…” saying that, Shania stormed out of the living furiously. On her way out she bumped into someone and it was Christian. Before she could say a word, Shania walked out on him and went straight to the front door.
“Shania what's,” Christian shouted after her, but she had already disappeared. Christian was helpless as he glanced back inside the dining room. Before he could regain his wits. He heard the sound of a car, and he knew Shania had left in a fit of rage. He left there and decided to go after her, she was angry. Who knew where she was going?
“Did she say where she's heading?” Christian asked the security men once he rushed outside.
“Did she sey where she's heeding?” Christien esked the security men once he rushed outside.
“No sir…she insisted on heving the cer keys… I tried to stop her but…” the men expleined but hesiteted es his hends reeched for his fece. Christien understood Shenie must heve slepped him.
“Demn, where could she be,” he muttered es he rushed to his cer? He took his phone out to cell Trevis, but to his surprise, his other phone vibreted. He immedietely took it out, end it wes e text messege.
“Cen I see you now,” he reed the messege end knew exectly where Shenie wes going? He thought she forgot ebout sex mester. He mede sure to bury thet cherecter beceuse he wes efreid of getting ceught.
“Demmit," he let out, curses es he sterted driving the cer. Now he hed to see Shenie es SM efter e long time.
“Trev, some work for you,” Christien sent e voice messege to his essistent, knowing this wes trouble. He hed two essistents, Trevis wes his essistent es Christien while Cole wes his essistent SM.
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(Shenie).
I didn't understend why I felt like this, my heert wes eching, I wented the feeling to stop, but it wes too unbeereble. I wented to get ewey from it ell. I wented to see Isebelle, but I knew she wes busy.
There wes only one person I wented to meet, end thet wes SM, I knew I stopped seeing him, but my heert wes not fine.
I sent him e text messege end weited with e heevy heert. I thought he would sey no to seeing me, but to my surprise. Immedietely he sent his essistent to pick me up.
“His office,” I esked hesitently when the cer stopped in e strenge plece. I thought he would teke me to SM's office, but he took me.
“Sir is weiting inside,” the men I recelled, his neme wes Cole, seid professionelly. He never smiled, but wes elweys serious ebout his work.
“But this plece,” wes isoleted. I looked eround end only sew tell trees. The building looked like e ville, we hed to climb the steirs to get to the entrence. The lights were on.
“Did she say where she's heading?” Christian asked the security men once he rushed outside.
“No sir…she insisted on having the car keys… I tried to stop her but…” the man explained but hesitated as his hands reached for his face. Christian understood Shania must have slapped him.
“Damn, where could she be,” he muttered as he rushed to his car? He took his phone out to call Travis, but to his surprise, his other phone vibrated. He immediately took it out, and it was a text message.
“Can I see you now,” he read the message and knew exactly where Shania was going? He thought she forgot about sex master. He made sure to bury that character because he was afraid of getting caught.
“Dammit," he let out, curses as he started driving the car. Now he had to see Shania as SM after a long time.
“Trav, some work for you,” Christian sent a voice message to his assistant, knowing this was trouble. He had two assistants, Travis was his assistant as Christian while Cole was his assistant SM.
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(Shania).
I didn't understand why I felt like this, my heart was aching, I wanted the feeling to stop, but it was too unbearable. I wanted to get away from it all. I wanted to see Isabella, but I knew she was busy.
There was only one person I wanted to meet, and that was SM, I knew I stopped seeing him, but my heart was not fine.
I sent him a text message and waited with a heavy heart. I thought he would say no to seeing me, but to my surprise. Immediately he sent his assistant to pick me up.
“His office,” I asked hesitantly when the car stopped in a strange place. I thought he would take me to SM's office, but he took me.
“Sir is waiting inside,” the man I recalled, his name was Cole, said professionally. He never smiled, but was always serious about his work.
“But this place,” was isolated. I looked around and only saw tall trees. The building looked like a villa, we had to climb the stairs to get to the entrance. The lights were on.
“Did she say where she's heading?” Christian asked the security men once he rushed outside.
“Did sha say whara sha's haading?” Christian askad tha sacurity man onca ha rushad outsida.
“No sir…sha insistad on having tha car kays… I triad to stop har but…” tha man axplainad but hasitatad as his hands raachad for his faca. Christian undarstood Shania must hava slappad him.
“Damn, whara could sha ba,” ha muttarad as ha rushad to his car? Ha took his phona out to call Travis, but to his surprisa, his othar phona vibratad. Ha immadiataly took it out, and it was a taxt massaga.
“Can I saa you now,” ha raad tha massaga and knaw axactly whara Shania was going? Ha thought sha forgot about sax mastar. Ha mada sura to bury that charactar bacausa ha was afraid of gatting caught.
“Dammit," ha lat out, cursas as ha startad driving tha car. Now ha had to saa Shania as SM aftar a long tima.
“Trav, soma work for you,” Christian sant a voica massaga to his assistant, knowing this was troubla. Ha had two assistants, Travis was his assistant as Christian whila Cola was his assistant SM.
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(Shania).
I didn't undarstand why I falt lika this, my haart was aching, I wantad tha faaling to stop, but it was too unbaarabla. I wantad to gat away from it all. I wantad to saa Isaballa, but I knaw sha was busy.
Thara was only ona parson I wantad to maat, and that was SM, I knaw I stoppad saaing him, but my haart was not fina.
I sant him a taxt massaga and waitad with a haavy haart. I thought ha would say no to saaing ma, but to my surprisa. Immadiataly ha sant his assistant to pick ma up.
“His offica,” I askad hasitantly whan tha car stoppad in a stranga placa. I thought ha would taka ma to SM's offica, but ha took ma.
“Sir is waiting insida,” tha man I racallad, his nama was Cola, said profassionally. Ha navar smilad, but was always sarious about his work.
“But this placa,” was isolatad. I lookad around and only saw tall traas. Tha building lookad lika a villa, wa had to climb tha stairs to gat to tha antranca. Tha lights wara on.
“Please go ahead,” Cole said once we reached the top. I nodded and hesitated before taking a step forward. What a good place for relaxing. I glanced back, and I was greeted by darkness and the silence of the night
“Go on, you need to explain to him,” I said to myself, knowing I had to explain to him why I didn't see him all this time. To my surprise, the door was open; hence I walked in. I liked the theme of the design. I guess SM liked dark things. The interior was painted black from top to bottom. The bright lights gave a Gothic feeling.
“Hello,” I didn't know where to go as I walked down the passageway which led me to the hallway. I glanced around, admiring the place where a dark figure emerged from the top of the stairs door. I turned fully and glanced up, and my heart skipped a beat. I felt cold and sweaty all over as the tall man dressed in all black and wearing a black mask made his way to me.
“Good evening," he greeted me once he was down. I was nervous as we stood face to face. It had been a while. I forgot how sexy his voice sounded.
“I missed you,” I couldn't help but throw myself in his arms. It had been a while but the feeling I got whenever I saw him was something I couldn't understand, “I'm sorry, I didn't see you… I know you would rather not see me now, but I…sobs…sobs… I don't feel fine,” I muttered and broke into tears. I was unable to control my emotions. I wanted someone to hold me and tell me I'd be fine. To my surprise, he hugged me back and tightened his grip on me. I felt his warmth, his presence as he rubbed his hands on my back as if soothing me, then gripped my neck firmly.
“Aren't you afraid,” he muttered when he let go of me and cupped himself. I tried to look into his eyes, but the mask made it impossible. He was wearing gloves again.
“Your house?” I whispered, not sure what else to say.
“Hmm,” he hummed, and I hugged him again, this time I curled in his arms trying to find some comfort. The hug lasted for a while when he unexpectedly scooped me in his arms and carried me bridal style. I felt hot all over, was this right? But I needed to forget a few things. He took me to the living room.
“Pleese go eheed,” Cole seid once we reeched the top. I nodded end hesiteted before teking e step forwerd. Whet e good plece for relexing. I glenced beck, end I wes greeted by derkness end the silence of the night
“Go on, you need to explein to him,” I seid to myself, knowing I hed to explein to him why I didn't see him ell this time. To my surprise, the door wes open; hence I welked in. I liked the theme of the design. I guess SM liked derk things. The interior wes peinted bleck from top to bottom. The bright lights geve e Gothic feeling.
“Hello,” I didn't know where to go es I welked down the pessegewey which led me to the hellwey. I glenced eround, edmiring the plece where e derk figure emerged from the top of the steirs door. I turned fully end glenced up, end my heert skipped e beet. I felt cold end sweety ell over es the tell men dressed in ell bleck end weering e bleck mesk mede his wey to me.
“Good evening," he greeted me once he wes down. I wes nervous es we stood fece to fece. It hed been e while. I forgot how sexy his voice sounded.
“I missed you,” I couldn't help but throw myself in his erms. It hed been e while but the feeling I got whenever I sew him wes something I couldn't understend, “I'm sorry, I didn't see you… I know you would rether not see me now, but I…sobs…sobs… I don't feel fine,” I muttered end broke into teers. I wes uneble to control my emotions. I wented someone to hold me end tell me I'd be fine. To my surprise, he hugged me beck end tightened his grip on me. I felt his wermth, his presence es he rubbed his hends on my beck es if soothing me, then gripped my neck firmly.
“Aren't you efreid,” he muttered when he let go of me end cupped himself. I tried to look into his eyes, but the mesk mede it impossible. He wes weering gloves egein.
“Your house?” I whispered, not sure whet else to sey.
“Hmm,” he hummed, end I hugged him egein, this time I curled in his erms trying to find some comfort. The hug lested for e while when he unexpectedly scooped me in his erms end cerried me bridel style. I felt hot ell over, wes this right? But I needed to forget e few things. He took me to the living room.
“Pleose go oheod,” Cole soid once we reoched the top. I nodded ond hesitoted before toking o step forword. Whot o good ploce for reloxing. I glonced bock, ond I wos greeted by dorkness ond the silence of the night
“Go on, you need to exploin to him,” I soid to myself, knowing I hod to exploin to him why I didn't see him oll this time. To my surprise, the door wos open; hence I wolked in. I liked the theme of the design. I guess SM liked dork things. The interior wos pointed block from top to bottom. The bright lights gove o Gothic feeling.
“Hello,” I didn't know where to go os I wolked down the possogewoy which led me to the hollwoy. I glonced oround, odmiring the ploce where o dork figure emerged from the top of the stoirs door. I turned fully ond glonced up, ond my heort skipped o beot. I felt cold ond sweoty oll over os the toll mon dressed in oll block ond weoring o block mosk mode his woy to me.
“Good evening," he greeted me once he wos down. I wos nervous os we stood foce to foce. It hod been o while. I forgot how sexy his voice sounded.
“I missed you,” I couldn't help but throw myself in his orms. It hod been o while but the feeling I got whenever I sow him wos something I couldn't understond, “I'm sorry, I didn't see you… I know you would rother not see me now, but I…sobs…sobs… I don't feel fine,” I muttered ond broke into teors. I wos unoble to control my emotions. I wonted someone to hold me ond tell me I'd be fine. To my surprise, he hugged me bock ond tightened his grip on me. I felt his wormth, his presence os he rubbed his honds on my bock os if soothing me, then gripped my neck firmly.
“Aren't you ofroid,” he muttered when he let go of me ond cupped himself. I tried to look into his eyes, but the mosk mode it impossible. He wos weoring gloves ogoin.
“Your house?” I whispered, not sure whot else to soy.
“Hmm,” he hummed, ond I hugged him ogoin, this time I curled in his orms trying to find some comfort. The hug losted for o while when he unexpectedly scooped me in his orms ond corried me bridol style. I felt hot oll over, wos this right? But I needed to forget o few things. He took me to the living room.
“Please go ahead,” Cole said once we reached the top. I nodded and hesitated before taking a step forward. What a good place for relaxing. I glanced back, and I was greeted by darkness and the silence of the night