Chapter 48
After spending the rest of the morning and the majority of the afternoon with Christine, we lavished ourselves by getting our hair done, and Christine cuts her hair to an extremely short bob with blonde highlights which I thought was courageous, she dares me to do the same, but I refuse with a smile. However, I do end up cutting my hair into multiple long layers.
When we were done at the hair salon, she takes me to an Italian restaurant and I pay for lunch since it was the least I can do, especially after she bought me that gown, plus my haircut. During the whole day when we were going places, her bodyguards kept right by our side, although, they remain their distance, trying not to look conspicuous. Even though her security team was nearby, I enjoyed spending time with her, she's great to talk to and makes me laugh the entire time I'm with her. I wouldn't have it any other way, and I hope that my day doesn't get ruined.
By the time we return to Chris's house, I notice his car is in the driveway along with a black ford pickup truck, and my eyes widen with confusion. How odd? He usually keeps his precious car in the garage. Did he go out today? And more importantly who's visiting him?
When we walk inside the house, we find Chris laying across the leather couch with his laptop and a notebook on his thighs. He has a black pen between his teeth and looks deep into reading something on the web. I assume he's working, but it's strange since the term has ended and there shouldn't be any assignments.
"What are you doing?" I ask him.
He looks up through his computer before closing his laptop and shoving it in his bag, and for some reason looks guilty.
When I head to sit beside Chris, I hear another man's voice mumble something. I turn to see Adam standing in the kitchen, and immediately, I stop my movements.
"Sussianna," he greets me. I feel his dark brown eyes, almost black haunting me.
"Adam," my voice is small, hesitating. Why does this man freak me out so much? And why is he here?
Chris sets his bag aside and walks toward me, cautiously. He throws his arms around my waist, and I don't know why but I feel like he's protecting me.
"It's a nice surprise to see you here," he mutters with a smirk.
"I could say the same to you," I smile with sarcastic sweetness.
He looks at me with a smirk and then to Christine, "Who's this, Chris?"
Chris stiffens. I look at him to see his face contorted with rage as he stares at Adam. "My sister."
"Enchante, (nice to meet you,)" he says as he walks over to Christine and grabs one of her hands- that is not holding the suit bag- and kisses it.
"Charmed I'm sure," she says with disgust and quickly removes her hand away from him.
"There are two beautiful women here," he pauses, creepy, and his eyes flicker to Christine and then to me.
I feel Chris's arms tighten around me. His squeeze causes my lungs to clench and I try to bring air in. I can feel my muscles straining and the thoughts in my head turn from fear to a dizzy confusion. "Chris," I whisper out of breath as I place my hands on him and loosen his grip a little.
"Sussianna seems to be already taken, so that leaves you, Christine."
"Dude stop that's my sister, besides she's..." Chris tries to say but Adam cuts him off.
"Will you shut up! I got this." He shouts, his eyes resting unwillingly on me for one short second, and I shiver.
Chris holds up his hands while shaking his head. "Alright, it's your funeral," he whimpers to himself as he puts his hand on my shoulders and rubs anxiously against me.
"So how about it, Christine? Do you want to go out tonight with me," he says, hopeful this time.
"I'm gay." Her piercing cold sapphire eyes stare frostily into his, filled with loathing. Apparently, I am not the only one who doesn't like Adam. I know he's Chris's friend, but why does Chris have to hang out with him? Doesn't he notice Adam is disturbing?
He arches a well-plucked eyebrow at her. "Oh..." He utters as he moves his hands through his hair.
"I tried to warn you," Chris says as he takes his hands off of me and goes near Adam. "Save yourself from this sorrow and go," he glares at him with anger, placing his hand firmly on his shoulder. Adam winces from the pain, but still, he lets Chris walk him to the door.
"It was nice to see you again, Sussianna," his voice turns sharp, and before he leaves I see him wink at me and close the door.
After Adam gave me that look, I feel nauseous to my stomach. I clench my arms around me, fighting the urge not to vomit. What the hell was that even about anyway?
"How was shopping?" Chris asks as he picks up his bag off the couch and places it on the counter.
"It was fun," I say with a smile.
"What's that you're carrying?" He asks as he points to the two garment bags Christine is still holding in her hands.
"Our dresses," she says simply with a smirk.
"What do you mean our dresses?" Chris's furious voice startles me.
"I've invited Sussianna to the Christmas ball since you seemed to forget to invite her," she says huskily, but powerfully.
"You did what?" He hisses through gritted teeth.
"You heard me the first time," her voice is softer but feels disrespectful, and suddenly I don't want to be here. I don't want to be in the middle of this, but I'm limbless, not able to move. I knew going to the ball was a bad idea.
Chris's eyes widen with alarm and then they turn burning with fury, never once leaving Christine, until he asks, "Can I talk to you, sis?" He looks at me and then back to his sister. "In private?"
She huffs but she decides to go into another room. He closes the door behind him but not before giving one last look at his dark blue eyes meeting mine.
I take in a breath and let it out. Holy shit. That was intense and weird. First Adam was being creepy as hell and now Chris is acting frantic over a ball. I was right after all that he didn't want me to go, but it dawns on me- why did he act cruelly to his sister over a ball? Was he mad that she got me a dress? I don't know what to make of this and I also can't think of what he's going to say to Christine. I know it's wrong, but I stride over to the door and lean my ear against it trying to listen.
"What the hell were you thinking?" Chris's voice is forceful.
"She has the right to meet the family."
"Do you have any idea what you have done?" He asks her, and he says something else but I can't make out what he said.
"I am not the one keeping this from her. So don't blame me. You're just hurting her more. Do you even care about her?" Her voice is ear-piercing, bouncing off the walls and I'm thankful she was screaming so I can know what exactly she was saying.
However, I cannot hear his answer.
"And what happens if our enemies found out about her?" She questions, but this time she said something so low I am unable to hear it.
Enemies? What enemies are they talking about?
Again, I can't hear Chris's reply.
They talk some more but I wasn't able to hear what else they were saying, all I heard was their voices mumbling.
After a few minutes passed, I finally hear Christine's voice shouts with anger, "You'll tell her, or I will!"
Instantly, I hear footsteps rushing to the door, slamming against the wooden ground in a frenzy.
Shit! I run to the couch and then I notice a book on the floor- I didn't know what the book was and I didn't care- I pick it up and open it. I pretend to be reading when Christine emerges from the room.
"Hey Sussianna, I'm going out for a while," she says softly as she grabs her purse.
"Hmm, is everything okay?" I ask.
"Yeah, I just need some fresh air for a little while," she shrugs and I know she's lying with that fake smile plaster on her face.
"Okay, do you need anything?"
"No honey. I'm fine. I'll see you when I get back and if you decide to go home don't forget your dress," she mutters with a slight smile and walks out the door.
When Christine left Chris strolls into the living room. "What are you doing?" He asks as he stands in front of me.
"I'm reading," I say as I look at the book, but really, I'm glancing at him.
"You do realize that book is wordless which means it only has pictures?" He says sarcastically.
Crap! I look at the book and see images of people and animals playing by a pond.
"W-well, I'm reading the picture. You know a canvas can be something you read too, like this picture of a little girl holding a kitten, see how happy she is?" I rumble, lying to him and myself.
"Hmm." He looks out to the distance for a few seconds then back toward me. "How long have you been listening?" He asks calmly and I'm surprised he's not yelling at me.
I sit here in utter shock. I blink a few times before answering, "What? I wasn't listening to anything."
He smirks. "I knew you were listening so tell me how much you heard or I'll punish you."
"What's with the punishing? Just because I don't mind being blindfolded and maybe more doesn't mean I want punishment. I haven't even agreed to your entire sex world. Plus, we haven't even had sex yet," I say, looking straight into his blue pools. "Also, I got to sign some type of contract if I want to become part of the... BDSM life," I grate, through equally gritted teeth when I cross my arms. "The last I checked is that I am only your girlfriend for now."
"Contract?" He snorts, turning away and commencing pointless pacing. "You read too many books."
"Wait there's no contract involved?" I ask.
He stops pacing and looks at me. "A contract isn't unusual, but it doesn't have to be and it's not a norm, a lot of people just negotiate and talk about it. I believe it's a good thing to create a list as a couple of all of the sexual practices that either of us is aware of, then see whether it is something that interests us, and share our thoughts. I do in fact have a checklist from my past relations," he shrugs.
"May I see it?" I ask and his eyes widen.
"Y-yeah, sure. Wait here," he stutters as he disappears through a dark hallway. He's gone for only a couple of minutes and then returns with a piece of paper.
"Do I have to sign this?" I ask as I take it from his hands.
He laughs. "No, just something for us to discuss over. I mean only if you want to do it. I can't force you and second, you have to be willing to trust me. The biggest step for this to work is trust."
Trust? Hmm, do I trust him? I trust him when it comes to the sex scenes we have done, but the big question is do I trust him that he's not hiding something from me, especially what he and his sister were talking about?
I sigh as I look at the paper and begin to read. Holy fuck! What the hell am I reading?
WARNING the next two chapters discloses BDSM (Bondage, Discipline, dominance, submission, etc.). Read with caution. If you are not into that then you can skip it, and I understand. As always thank you guys for reading, voting, and commenting. I hope you guys are enjoying it so far.
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