Heir of Deception | (for mature audience)

Chapter 13: Christian

Christian

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She sat gracefully on the edge of the bed, clad in her silk nightdress, the fabric shimmering softly in the dim light. Her hair, left untied, cascaded over her shoulders, framing her face perfectly as she waited for me. I quickly pulled on a pair of sweatpants, my heart racing at the sight of her. As I approached, her fingers entwined with mine, and together we made our way out of my room. With each step down the stairs, her hair bounced lightly, adding a playful charm to her movements.

We turned a corner and entered the game room, the atmosphere buzzing with anticipation. The soft glow of the overhead lights illuminated the pool table, casting a warm ambiance that made the space feel intimate.

"Can I get that pool lesson now?" she asked, a bright smile lighting up her face as she picked up the pool cue, her fingers delicately wrapping around it.

"Sure," I replied, returning her enthusiasm, feeling a thrill at the prospect of spending this time together.

"But there's a catch," she said, grinning mischievously. "After every shot, you have to answer a question from the other person."

"Okay, but I need to teach you how to hold the cue properly first," I said, matching her smile, my heart racing at the thought of being so close to her.

I moved behind her, my body pressing against her backside as I leaned over her, demonstrating the correct grip on the cue. The proximity sent a thrill through me, and I could feel the heat radiating off her body as I guided her hands. Our connection was electric; my mind raced with thoughts I shouldn't entertain.

"First question," she said, focusing on the game as her body brushed against mine. "Did you always want to work for your family's business?"

"Yes, I loved joining my grandpa for work, especially our visits to the construction sites," I replied, a smile breaking across my face as fond memories flooded my mind.

I took the cue from her and prepared to take my shot. "When did your eating problem start?" I asked, my tone shifting as I noticed her freeze.

"Ripping the Band-Aid straight off," she said, forcing a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "It started after an injury..."

Her story unfolded as she recounted her college years, just before she began modeling. She had suffered an ice skating injury, and when she confided in her mother about her dreams of modeling, the response was crushing. Her mother had laughed in her face, dismissing her aspirations with cruel words. As she shared this painful memory, I could see the hurt etched on her features, and it tugged at my heart. Anyone would be devastated to hear such dismissive comments from the person who should have been their biggest supporter.

"She told me that the modeling industry isn't for big girls, that I'd never make it. That's when I discovered purging," she said, her voice trembling as she relived the past. "It worked, and now I'm one of the top models."

"Your mother is a fucking bitch," I said, instinctively pulling her into a comforting hug, feeling her warmth against me.

"Enough with the mushy stuff, let's play," she laughed, pushing me away playfully before reclaiming the cue, her smile brightening the room.

"Do you need me to show you again?" I asked, an edge of teasing in my voice.

"Yes, please," she replied, her tone genuine, and I couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement at her eagerness.

I stepped back behind her once more. She tossed her hair to the side, bending down to line up her shot, her body unintentionally pressing against me. A soft breath escaped my lips as I leaned over her, the intoxicating scent of her perfume enveloping me. My senses were overwhelmed, and I struggled to concentrate, my thoughts wandering to how I wanted to bend her over the table and lose myself in her completely.