Christabel's POV“All you need to do is sign a contract marriage deal with me!” Andre said softly. He looked towards me carefully.The suspense was all done but now, what came over me was being dazed at first. I was lost in accepting or rejecting this proposal.I knew a normal lady in this case would get angry and ask him if that's the reason he paid for all he bought but I was from a different breed. I was very realistic. I was shocked, truly, but not too shocked. I had not seen a contract marriage deal in my life but yes, I have read about a bunch of them.But this didn't mean I wasn't dazed.“Do you mean what you just said?” I asked him simply. I wanted to be sure that he wasn't playing pranks with me.“I mean what I said, Miss. Christabel,” Andre replied. “I am a busy man and if there is something I would never have time for, it is playing pranks. I have my documents ready and if you're ready, we will do the necessary.”“Wait…” I breathed in and out. I still couldn't believe this

Christabel's POV“Is everything okay, Andre?” I found myself asking as I walked closer to him. It bothered me that he was not telling me anything. Well, I wouldn't tell me anything if I were him. I'm a new person in his life and it must be pretty hard trusting people. I don't trust people either. “Fine. Nothing to bother your pretty head with, Belle.” He tapped my head, placed a kiss on my cheek and walked away. I was sad, I already knew he wasn't going to tell me anything so I wondered why I was not happy about it. This is not a familiar feeling, it was entirely different from what I felt when he told me he loved me. I went back to my room and just as I set my foot inside, my phone rang. I have nobody, so my phone was just for my former work. The number calling me looked unfamiliar and I contemplated whether to pick it or not. What if it was the guy that called my Andre? Am I not moving too fast by calling him mine? Whatever. “You must have something important to tell me if yo

I don't know anymore and for the first time, I'm actually scared of losing someone. I'm scared of losing him. To think that someone I didn't know three months ago would mean the world to me a few weeks after knowing him is something I'd laugh at if I were told earlier. “I can see through you, Christabel. I know when you're not fine. We might have just met but I can tell when you're in a sour mood.” Andre clasped his left hand and mine together and stared deep into my eyes, like he's looking for something, anything. I sighed. “It's nothing.” “It's something but I won't force you to tell me.” He continued and never let go of our joined hands. My hands fitted in his, like it was meant to be there, like we were meant to be. “Why did you marry me?” I asked as we walked down the hallway towards his room. “You were outstanding. You've always been.” I frowned. “I've always been?” He was about to respond when his phone rang. “I have to go to my office now. I'm running late.” He patted

Christabel's POV “How long have you known?” Andre asked, sitting up properly to face me, he was neither surprised nor angry at the fact, he just stared.“I was going to tell you. Belle, I promise.” He continued, “I was going to tell you when the time was right but I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable or begin to see yourself less than you are, because you had one night with a stranger, a stranger which happened to be me. I had approached you that day at the mall, thinking you would recognize me but when I saw that you didn’t……’“You remained silent,” I interrupted, finishing his sentence. I was pissed at him for not telling me, but also, I was very hurt.“You deserve everything good and beautiful, Belle, everything you have right now. And God knows that I’ll do anything and everything to give you more, it’s just” He said with his facial expression going sour, like he was being tormented, but stopped mid way before sighing and moving out of the bathtubWhy did he stop, why was he

Christabel's POV"Louder princess, don’t be shy now. Tell me what you want” I heard him say. His voice like a drug in my system, a drug I couldn’t get enough of, a drug I was addicted to“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me please” I chanted multiple times, increasing the pitch of my voice in each sentence.“Andre please fuck me” I cried out, with my legs shaking, while grabbing onto his hair and moving him even more close, it was almost like I was trying to fit hit head inside my pussy. I was shameless this time around about the way I was feeling, and at that moment I couldn't care more of how and in what esteem I carried myself. All I wanted was his dick deep inside my pussy, I was lost to the pleasure. He gave another breathtaking smile and crawled up to me, while staring right into my eyes. He planted a long and seductive kiss on my lips and I could taste myself on him.“You taste so good mama, so so good” he praised, before kissing me again.“I want you Andre, please” I said in between