Semua Bab The Bad Gentleman : Bab 21 - Bab 30

Hannah “Oh, look who resurrected from the dead.” I fight the urge to roll my eyes at the voice, because I know who it is, but the urge wins, sending my eyes to the back of my head. “On my mother I thought you died in that room,” Victor adds, laughing hysterically like it’s the funniest joke he’s made. Ricardo sitting next to him at the table doesn’t even smile, although his eyes are on me. Silently watching. I’d subjected myself to solitary confinement in my room for the past three days, under the guise of having my period and unbearable cramps. I’d pretended to scream in agony with my door locked so no one would enter, except Madam C of course, who had gone as far as getting sanitary supplies for me as well as my daily meals. My isolation was borne solely from my body’s betrayal and shame at my conscious and unconscious thoughts about Christian. “I see you’re doing better,” I eyed Victor’s arm. He nods, raising the cradled ha

Christian I always wake up early.When I was younger I used to tell myself I didn’t need much sleep anyway, but after the years passed, I came to the conclusion that I’d killed too many people to sleep like a log of fucking wood. I had enemies on every side waiting for me to drop my guard, which somehow made my body so alert that even the tiniest movements or sound can pull me out of my slumber.The sound this time is a tiny gasp, and the movement is Hannah’s ass pressing against my dick. My hard dick. My eyes snap open, watching the back of her head. Is she still sleeping? Or is this part of her plan? I don’t fucking know because it’s becoming difficult to think. I stay still for a few seconds. Her breathing is slowed and natural, and there’s nothing out of the ordinary, except of course, her ass presses into me again, drawing a low hiss from my lips.What the fuck?My eyes find the wall clock that reads half past five. Shit! It’s not even dawn y

Hannah I do return to find Christian sitting on the couch I’d left him, but he has taken off his suit jacket, remaining in his bloodied dress shirt, his back leaning on the couch, legs spread wide.I should’ve left him to care for himself, but I can never not help an injured person. He raises his eyes to me as I approach him, and I force myself to look away.Silently, I set the box by his right leg, opening it and taking out the things I’d need while some customer at the diner tries to flirt with Max, then I kneel on the carpet, between his parted legs. The position hits me a second too late, and my stomach tightens, but I don’t move away, I extend my hand for his bloodied ones anyway, pretending my pulse isn’t suddenly loud in my ears.Christian doesn’t say a word as he drops his left hand on mine, only keeping his eyes on me. I don’t like that he’s staring at me so much, but I also know I can’t tell him that. Who knows what he’d do to me?I take out a gauze, hovering it over the ha

Hannah Applause erupts around us with hoots and hollering as Christian rises to his feet, adjusting the jacket of his tux before making his way up to the stage.“Ugh, he’s so hot,” A lady from the table beside ours says, sparking my interest. I turn my head towards her, noting it’s a table of four, but unlike ours, all four chairs are occupied with women nodding their heads in agreement.“He’s such a capable businessman. Have you seen him at a meeting? He’s to die for?” Another lady says.“I know! I interviewed him once and I kept swooning every five minutes,” the first lady adds with a chuckle.“I mean look at that body, lord only knows who he’s fucking,” the third lady says with a shake of her head, and I force myself to zone out of their conversation.They were talking about the same person, but somehow it seemed like they were different people.“Do you guys think those two are fucking?” The last lady asks, and for a second the table quiets. Or maybe that’s the sound of my heart s

Christian “You’re back!” My little minx breathes out, shock and embarrassment tainting her beautiful face; though it only makes her look even more fucking beautiful. Her brows knitted together, her lips parted, her body naked, on my bed.Legs sprawled open, touching herself, calling out my name, on my damn bed.Jesus. It’s like the woman wants me dead.“I am,” a smile threatens its way up my lips as I stare down at her. She sits up and I frown.“No. Don’t stop on my account,” I tell her and her eyes widen, staring at me like I’ve grown a second head. “I—” She pulls her fingers out of her obviously wet folds, shaking her head.“Go on.”She blinks at me, biting the insides of her mouth, and I’m sure if I listen closely I’ll hear the sound of her heart pounding against her chest. “Christian, this is…” “I’m not going to repeat myself, Princess.” It must’ve been the finality in my voice that made her lie down on her back again, spreading her legs—albeit reluctantly, ashamed she got c