Charles Smith X Reader Novels & Stories

“What are you reading over there?” Charles asks. It’s been a few hours since we took off. Charles apparently doesn’t care that I’m his sister’s enemy and has been talking to me for most of the flight. I think it’s because he has an interest in me, but I might be wrong. “A romance novel,” I reply, switching off my phone screen and turning to face him. “You’re a romance fan?” “Yes, I am.” “So, you must be waiting for your prince charming to rescue you then?”

Her words were somewhere between honest and joking. Dante looked down and smiled mockingly. His hands squeezed her waist. “My future wife is very possessive,” he commented. Charles sighed. “All right. So, what’s her name?” “Cavendish Smith,” Dante replied. “She brought you a present.” Charles wasn’t the only one surprised. Natalie was too. At that moment, Alex came in carrying a gift box of unknown contents and handed it to Charles. “Please.” Charles looked at Natalie with a beaming smile. “Thank you, Miss Smith.”

Kate whined, her voice pleading. “You’re still recovering.” “Well, I read somewhere that increased sexual activity between lovers helps one recover faster.” Charles burst out laughing, the sound rumbling deep in his chest. “And where did you read that?” “In those healthcare magazines.” “And I do want you to recover quickly.” Kate’s eyes glinted with mischief. “Yes,” she drawled seductively, wiggling her hips beneath him, her towel slipping just enough to tease the curve of her breast. Charles smirked, his hand sliding to the knot of the towel, fingers hooking it, ready to yank it free and expose her fully...

“Uhh…you probably didn't see that clearly. Here’s another one “ He swiped the screen to a picture of Rita stack naked. “Take a look at it very well, is she the woman you wanna marry?” Charles asked me. I felt my throat constrict and my temper seemed to slow down even when the tension was still very heavy. Charles stared back at me with a sickening grin of satisfaction. ***** To Be Continued

Ten minutes into reading the contract, there is a knock at the door. “Who is it?” I yell. “Beyoncé,” Charles replies sarcastically. I roll my eyes at his childishness. “Come in,” Charles barges in with Damien behind him, who closes the door softly. “Xander, you busy?” he asks as he sits on my desk, he looks down at my laptop and smirks. “Don’t say it. What do you want?” I say impatiently. “I knew it!” he laughs loudly. “Shut up Charles,” I groan, “I have decided to take Damien’s advice.”

She casually picked up his cigarette, lit it, and elegantly blew smoke into the air. A hint of astonishment flashed through Charles Smith's eyes, although it wasn't the first time he saw her smoking. But damn, she was enchanting when she smoked, and he couldn't help but desire her, feeling a quick arousal beneath his suit trousers. Damn it! Why was he feeling desire for this woman? Taking a deep breath, he said, "Alright then! Since I've been fond of D-cup women lately, how about you? Haven't developed since elementary school? Or maybe you never developed at all?"