“What?” I exclaimed.
“I got first place, of course.” He lifted his chin proudly.
I was shocked at his words. How much more outstanding can this family get? Must they crush the confidence of ordinary people like us So what if they’re elite people? Did we, the ordinary people, offend them in any way?
As these thoughts flooded my mind, I realized that Christopher was getting unruly. His hand that was once holding me was inching upwards and slowly made its way to my arm.
My mind was a mess and I pushed him away before running to the bathroom. “I’m going to wash up.”
“Alright. You need to wash up before going to bed anyway,” he said, emphasizing the words ‘wash up.’
My face blushed as I hid in the bathroom. I stared at my reflection in the mirror as I brushed my teeth.
A slight smile hung on my lips. Perhaps it was because I had been having a great time lately, but I looked really happy.
I spent almost half an hour brushing my teeth. I didn’t know what had happened. Before my divorce, Christopher and I would mess around doing everything under the sun and the moonlight. However, after the divorce, I felt awkward with everything even though I was finally free.
My face burned at the thought of all the shameless things we had done since we got together.
After a moment, the living room finally quietened down and I slowly walked out of the bathroom. Then, I said to Christopher who was on the couch, “I’m going to sleep.”
Right after I finished my sentence, I rushed into the bedroom and closed the door behind me. I walked around the room for a while before deciding to lock the door. The bedroom next door would be cleaned every day as Sabrina would stay over from time to time anyway.
My mind was in a mess as I was feeling both excited and afraid. In the end, I resolved to stop thinking about it and just get to sleep.
Just as I was tossing and turning in bed, I felt a weight on me. Something was pressing down on me and I could hardly breathe.
I immediately opened my eyes and pulled the covers off. Christopher was laying on the covers and he stared at me with raised brows. “Are you going to let your man sleep in an empty room? That’s immoral.”
“How did you get in?” My eyes instantly darted to the door I had locked earlier but it was wide open. Where did he get the keys? And more importantly, why didn’t I hear the door open?
“Darling, did you already forget about my occupation? If I can’t even do something as simple as opening a door, then I’d be a disgraced captain who should be cast aside.”
It was only then that I remembered that Christopher was in the military. He was someone in an elite team too. If that was the case, did that mean that he was in the special forces?
He was in no hurry to remove the covers as he pulled out the condoms and started to count them. He was feeling rather troubled once he was done counting.
“Oh no, I forgot to buy more earlier. The box I bought only has five in it. This might not be enough.”
I blushed and snatched the box from him. “You’re talking nonsense again.”
“Nonsense? I am being serious!” He threw himself at me and burrowed underneath the covers. His slightly cold body pressed onto mine and his eyes shone under the dim light.
“I can finally have you to myself openly now, Darling.”
I was just divorced, and it was nothing unusual. “Are you planning to take me to meet your parents tomorrow?” I muttered.
“That’s not a bad idea. Should we go to my house tomorrow?” Christopher asked.
I was actually joking so when he suggested it, I quickly waved my hands and refused, “No. I was just joking.”
I wasn’t confident enough to go to the Lane family, and I refused to go there too. I didn’t know how I should even talk to them when I was such a wreck.
Christopher’s parents were easy-going people, and they would get along well with anyone. Frankly speaking, people like them were the hardest to get along with because you never know if they had a problem with anyone.
“Are you afraid?”
