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I would have locked his ass up in the dungeon. I tried sleeping again but could not, as I was already awake. Chris came back, peeping from the door, his eyes checking if I was still angry. “You can come in, but make sure to dispose of that speaker you brought into my room.” “Anything for my star,” he said, his legs stepping fully into my room. “Stop being cheesy. Someone might mistake this for something else. They already call me gay. I don’t want to add to the rumor.” I sat at the front of the piano and played some tones while Chris listened, his hands clapping in applause.

Doctor Brown asked me. I paused and just shrugged my shoulders. “Was he ever interested in me… I felt like he enjoyed having me around like a lap dog or being able to have control of something… someone.” I said looking down at the ground. “Chris most definitely has been with girls and I didn’t want to see that. I wouldn’t be surprised if he saw them behind my back.” “So you’re claiming that Chris is bisexual?” I turned to her and thought about her question, “No, I’m not claiming. Chris never spoke out loud of what his orientation is. I don’t have the right to say if he is gay or bisexual. Or even bi-curious.”

He said plainly. Miya watched him closely, and she couldn't tell if he was angry or not. She heaved a sigh and remained quiet. Levi opened the door, and in came Chris in a white shirt and black trousers, looking dangerously charming as usual. He was about the same built as Xenon, both tall and slim, and definitely qualified to be a world top model. Xenon sat up, watched Chris for a bit, and asked icily with a sneer, "Who are you, may I ask?"

he tells us. Social media? I didn’t think Missy used that shit. I’ll have to look her up later. “She didn’t post that she moved here on social media. I have her on F******k and I*******m and she never posts anything,” Chris tells him. It irks me that Chris has her on those things when I don’t, but I’ll think about that later. I need to know who this guy is, and what he wants with my woman, because his story just isn’t adding up.

He grabs a beer and returns to the living room, sitting down. - What was the part of what I told you over the phone that you still didn't understand? - Oh, I understood very well what you told me. What I don't understand is your attitude. - Are you some idiot? – Christopher asks furiously – don't you think Saphira is a fraud? Isn't he a man dressed like a woman, deceiving other men? What do you want? That I think this is all normal. Do you want to marry me to that? Do you want me to take that to bed? I'm not gay, and I never will be. I have nothing against choosing someone of the same sex, but I am not obliged to become one. If you like fucking a man so much, go after him.

We are going on the same floor. Gray I am Chris Gray Smith. The CEO of the Smith Enterprise. I am 27 years of age, I am living on my penthouse in Manhattan, New York. My parents died long time ago. I only have a grandfather who lives alone in his mansion. My grandfather gave me the company but he has one condition to fully give me the company. His one condition for me is to have a baby with my own flesh. He wants a grandson or a granddaughter before he dies. But he is still strong, he is far away from dying. Tomorrow I will be having my interview for my personal assistant.

I shouted, pushing him away. My desire had evaporated into thin air. This conversation about condoms had gone too far, and now I was just irritated with him. "But I didn’t sleep with her," Chris said, following me as I walked toward the wardrobe to grab a different work outfit since the one I’d been wearing earlier was crumpled from our activities. "And she was sent by someone. After that, I didn’t sleep with anyone until we did it last week. I am so proud of me, you know?"

I thought as I continue to watch the streaks of tears trailing his cheeks. Chris might be someone who smiles at people he gets along with and frown at people he doesn’t, a simple guy to anyone who knows him but I know he is more than that, Chris is someone who’s been traumatized and find it hard to properly open up and convey his feelings, he hardly says what he’s feeling. He hardly talked about his thoughts but I know Chris is someone with bottled in emotions. My body is more honest after all.

“Aww. Are you afraid my dick is bigger than yours?” “You wish. This is 8 inches, baby,” I tap the front of my jeans. He looks surprised. “Bullshit.” “Aww, don't be butt hurt that your wee-wee is for children.” “Fuck off.” I chuckle as I walk out the door. “This is Chris. He likes the girl; he's got a nice face with a little wee-wee,” I sing as he follows me. He laughs. “I'm glad you aren't into music; that shit would've flopped so bad.”

Grant's look ended up being somewhat abnormal and invigorated. "F*ck! Both of them truly have a flash of affection!" "Is it safe to say that you are saying sweet words? I'm going to be f*cking nauseated to death by both of you! Both of you debases! Take a hike!" A huge number of netizens were incredibly nauseated. Indeed, even Chris, who was along the edge, had a disturbed look all over. 'Both of them have been turned gay?' Chris shook her head and felt like heaving.