At first, I thought that someone had set me up again, and those people were there to pick trouble with me. Only after listening to them did I realize that I had been completely whitewashed because my work was exhibited at Ansley’s art exhibition. I then uttered a few words to the journalists in a daze. It wasn’t until Christopher led me into the car and we left did I finally realize that I had become a renowned figure.
I peered into the rearview mirror and looked at my face before glancing at the journalists who were still chasing after the car at the back. Pointing at my face, I turned to Christopher. “Chris, I seem to have become a renowned figure. What an incredible feeling!”
“You’ve always been renowned. What’s so incredible about it?” Christopher teased.
“That’s different. In the past, I was interviewed because of negative press. This time, however, I’m the heroine of my own story.” I was still feeling as though I was dreaming, so I patted my cheeks lightly. When a smarting pain shot through me, I finally realized that my path to transformation had already begun right then.
“So, my beautiful heroine, do you mind adding a hero in your story?” Christopher pinched my cheek. When we stopped at the traffic light, he grasped my chin and kissed me long and deep.
“That depends on your performance. If you don’t perform well, I’ll just give you a minor role.” I deliberately lifted my head and put on a haughty expression. Before Christopher laughed, I began chortling myself, finding myself very much silly.
That night, Christopher placed me on the bed and tormented me many times to celebrate my success. Only when he was finally satisfied did he carry me to the bathroom for a bath. While washing me, he couldn’t control himself and devoured me again.
As I lay in the warm water, I merely submitted to him, having no strength to even hook my arms around his neck. All I could do was to emit some low or high-pitched whimpers and protest occasionally. “This is my celebration, so why are you the one enjoying yourself? I object.”
Upon hearing that, Christopher scooped me up and flipped over, placing me atop him. Brushing his long and slender fingers across my smooth back, he drawled with a chuckle, “All right, you enjoy yourself, then. Here, please help yourself, my queen. I won’t refuse any request you make. Let me reiterate that you can make any request of me.”
My hands and legs were drained of energy, but I still had my mouth. Having been teased in such a manner, I dipped my head and bit his shoulder without showing him any mercy. Christopher, on the other hand, was inflamed by my bite. Grabbing my waist, he started tormenting me again and even purposely asking, “Do you feel particularly proud now that you’re on top? Do you need me to add some romance to your enjoyment?”
Ugh! What a pompous man!
In the next moment, he surged up while holding my waist, cutting off the words that were on the tip of my tongue and filling me deeply. After his torment, I almost couldn’t straighten my waist anymore. Subsequently, he snagged the bubble machine, tossed it into the bathtub, and turned it on. In no time, bubbles filled the entire bathroom.
Half my body was covered with bubbles while Christopher and I embraced each other. We were still joined together, but he wanted to gaze at the stars with me in his arms. With only our heads poking out, we stood in front of the window and gazed at the stars outside in an extremely suggestive posture. Altair and Vega were far apart, yet we were hugging each other tightly.
As a rather renowned figure right then, I should contemplate my itinerary upon waking up the next morning and plan my future. Alas, dreams were great, but the reality was harsh. The next morning, I could only lie on the bed like a dead dog and rest after having gone wild the entire night.
On the contrary, Christopher got out of bed and went to work energetically. If I were to ignore his slow walking posture, I would really think that he wasn’t human. My condition was so bad that I could only open the door for Sabrina in my nightgown when she came over in search of me. After doing that, I plopped onto the couch right away, not in the mood to move at all. It felt as though even my limbs were no longer listening to my orders.
“Good Lord! How wild were you guys last night? Even when I saw my idol just now, he appeared to have overindulged. I almost thought that I got the wrong person.”
