All Chapters of One last dance : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Belle's POVThe kiss was soft and sensual and I felt my heart beat with excitement. He didn't force it, didn't use his tongue. It was just a touch of lips that weakened my knees and I was very grateful that I wasn't standing.He pulled back and looked into my eyes, wanting to be sure that I wanted this. I searched his face, stared at him for a moment and without thinking, without considering the consequences, I leaned in and gave him a peck again, to show consent, to let him know that I wanted this as much as he did.Christian slided his right hand behind my hair to cup my neck softly and he looked at my eyes again, carefully, before hungrily taking my lips this time around. The kiss was like a dance by experts. His tongue moved expertly inside my mouth, tangling with mine and dancing together.I moaned in my throat and as if that was the invitation he sought, the pressure on the back of my head increased and he deepened the kiss again.Yes. This is what I wanted so badly. This is wha

Christian's POVThe question hit hard like a rock and I struggled to catch my breath. How the hell had he found out about that? Had he threatened Belle again to get that information from her? I trusted the doctor a lot, he would never mention anything to my father as long as I had asked him not to."Why aren't you speaking anymore, Christian?" My father asked, completely enjoying himself. "Have you already lost your voice? You should know how to talk." He said to me. He loved moments like these. Moments where he is able to seek control over me.I sighed in despair, hating my self but hating his guts more. How could he say things like that to me? I desperately wanted to rub it on his face that I knew about his little mistress and the shinanegans going on in his life, but I thought about my mother, how desperately she wouldn't want me to do this. That, was enough to calm my nerves down and signal my brain back to normal."I don't have anything to say to you father." I replied finally. M

Belle's POVIt was a tempting proposition. There he was standing before me, with eyes dark with desires and his hand on my lips, tracing them, making them burn with sensation. He was handsome as sin, his voice low and tempting and his hair wet from probably been in the shower. I began to wish I had also been in the shower with him.The last thing I had expected since the day started was to have him standing by my door, begging to come in and telling me how much he wanted me tonight. This was definitely a very big surprise. As always, he was full of surprises."What are you doing, Christian?" I asked, noticing the shakiness in my voice. ''What are you trying to do?"The pressure of his hands increased as his eyes roamed my face. He had a way of looking at me that made my knees grow weak even while sitting. His eyes usually made it look like he was seeing me naked even though I wasn't.''You're sexy as hell." He said to my surprise. "Having you back has not been easy and after tasting y

Belle's POVRefusing to look into her intimidating eyes, I turned towards Pablo and looked down at my gown. The beauty radiated through the mirror and I could not stop looking at myself, surprised at the way the gown also looked perfect on me."It's the twenty first century Lucy." I said to her, still avoiding eye contact. "Couples sometimes share different rooms to respect each other's spaces."It was not a very ridiculous thing to say, so she shouldn't have a problem believing me."What?" She asked, staring at me with disbelief. "That actually doesn't make sense.""Well it does and that's what happens. You are just too traditional to see that." I said."I know Christian." She started, moving closer to inspect my room. "Yes, he's trying to be tough and claim marriage is not sacred to him, but it is. And my son will not allow his wife sleep in a different room from him."I sighed. The situation I was in now was one I've been trying to avoid since getting married to Christian.Suspicio

Christian's POVThe nerve of the woman.She stood there in the most classy manner I had ever seen a woman stand, stretching her hands towards my father like she was just meeting him for the first time in her life. Too bold for someone who was sleeping with a married man almost twice her age. The whole situation was quite ridiculous.My father on the other hand was too stunned to speak. We all pretended not to watch him but watched Jessie instead and my mother was the most natural of all of us. She introduced them like she knew nothing about them.Finally, my father took her hands after what passed for ages. "You are the one responsible for all this wonder, you've done a really good job miss?....""Jessie." She replied and I almost burst into laughter. They were trying so hard, really hard."Jessie. This is my son, it's his birthday today." My father continued after releasing her hand."I'm aware." Jessie responded, turning to me and giving one of her flashy smiles. "Good evening Mr M