Chapter 54

After we had returned home it was evening already and Christian had completely ignored the fact that he had promised to answer my question.

He locked himself in his office and had a million phone calls, which I obviously understood when I heard Fabio’s name drop—but I was still waiting for whatever he had to say.

It only took a few hours before I could not take it anymore and went to the kitchen to make him some coffee. Coming empty-handed and demanding an answer would been a bit rude, so I was going to play along with his little game.

I went back upstairs and knocked on his office door. I heard no answer and he was still in the middle of making phone calls, so I walked in and sat down in front of him while he gave me a startled look.

“Excuse me, I’ll call you back later.” He ended the phone call while I pushed the cup of coffee into his hands. “Thank you?” He frowned his eyebrows as I have him a desperate look.

“Oh right, the answer I promised you.” He chuckled. “I’ve been so busy with everything that I forgot the promise I made you.”

“Yes, your answer?” I asked him and almost leaned over his desk. He touched the tip of my nose to push me back down again.

“My answer is okay.” He shrugged his shoulders while I was trying to figure out what the hell he meant by that. “Huh?” I spoke confused.

“You say you love me, my answer is okay.” He yawned. “Keep on loving me, I give you permission to do so.” He stood up from behind his desk and walked towards me.

“What does that mean?” I asked him as he grabbed my hand and pulled me from the chair. He pushed me against his desk and placed his hands on either side so I couldn’t move. “It means that you get to decide what that means.” He whispered into my ears.

“A-are we like together now?” I asked him, making him laugh once again while I was trying to figure out what was so funny. “If that’s what you want.”

“Christian?” I gave him an annoyed look as he mocked me and gave me one in return. “Serena?” He spoke in the same tone.

“Come on, stop being confusing.” I nagged and gave him a smack against his chest “What are you talking about?” He tilted his head and showed me his perfect dimples. “Saying yes or no? Does that make your life so hard?” I sighed, but he grabbed my hand and lowered it to the zipper of his jeans. “No, but that look you are giving me definitely is.”

I looked down with flushed cheeks and stared at the growing bulge through his jeans. “What look?” I decided to play along and moved my hand around his bulge while staring into his eyes with a naive look on my face.

When he pushed my hand away and pulled me up to sit on his desk my heart stopped beating for a second. “You still haven’t answered my question.” I held my hands against his chest and waited for him to do something else besides giving me a stupid look. “Can I kiss you?” I blurted out and looked down embarrassed.

The room was filled with Christian’s laughter as he stroke his fingers against my cheek. “You know, I never got turned on by innocence until I met you.”

He leaned in closer and before I knew it he interlocked his soft lips against mine. “Do you remember how I embarrassed you and your innocent image at the club?” He pressed his forehead against mine.

“From now on I’ll do it again and again—until you will never dare to ask me a stupid question like that ever again.” This time he aggressively pressed his lips against mine as I threw my arms around his shoulder and slipped my tongue into his mouth. This is what I had been holding myself back from doing for weeks.

Eager for his touch I pulled him in even closer and was not planning on letting him go any time soon. He slowly removed my hand from his shoulder and grabbed it as he led it down his waist. After a while, he pulled away from the kiss and gently placed my hand back onto his growing bulge.

“That taking charge thing you just tried was cute, but if you want to be with me—you have to understand that I pull the strings.” He started kissing below my jaw and made his way to my neck.

I let out an embarrassed breathy moan at him doing the bare minimum and tried to close my legs to hide the excitement I was feeling, but before I could—Christian had grabbed my thigh to stop me from moving.

“Now why do you always get embarrassed that easily?” He breathed in my ear and moved his hand to the hem of my dress before he slowly hiked it up below my breasts so it could rest on my belly.

“You know, my mom can be here any minute—but I promised to take care of you and to embarrass you.” He chuckled and pressed his finger against my clothed heat. “Wait, what this late?” I half moaned, but he ignored me and moved his hand up to my clit.

“Something about gender reveal bla bla, it’s between the two of you—but I really don’t want to focus on my mom right now.”

I whimpered at his touch as he pressed against me even harder, and all I wanted him to do was to remove my underwear. I had waiting long enough. “What I do want to focus on is how we can fix this problem before she gets here, you’re soaked.” He chuckled. If his plan was really to embarrass me, he was doing a good job.

“You look so peaceful when you don’t ask questions for once.” Christian moved his mouth to my neck as I let out a desperate moan. He finally gave in to my desires and moved my underwear aside as his finger found my slit. My grip against him had tightened as I let out a moan and buried my head in his shoulders.

His hand moved up and down my slit, warmth coating as I gasped at the sensation. Only now had I realized how much I needed this and how frustrated I had been my entire pregnancy.

He gently placed two fingers on my throbbing core and started rubbing up and down my wet clit as I let out a loud moan and ran my hand through his thick hair. “Do you like that?” He whispered in my ear and rubbed faster. All I could do was breathe heavily while loud uncontrollable moans escaped my mouth.

He rubbed faster and faster—all which could be heard in the room were the sound of my wetness and the sound of my loud moans. Thank god Emmanuella was downstairs because I already felt embarrassed enough.

“Christian.” I moaned out his name and pulled him closer as I opened my legs a but more to give him more access. “That’s right baby, come for me.” He whispered in my ear and that was all it took for me before I completely lost control and bucked my hips against his fingers before I came undone.

I rested my head against his forehead and panted heavily as I tried to catch my breath while his hands moved to my waist. “Are you okay?” Christian smiled at me as I opened my eyes again. “Y-yes wow...I’m fine.” I gasped as I got lost in his eyes.

“If you don’t mind.” He smirked and darted a glance to the phone beside me. When I heard it go off I looked up in surprise and wondered how I had even missed that sound. I had been so enchanted by Christian that I had completely blocked out everything but him. “Uh, yeah sure.” I stammered and let go of his arms.

“Hello?” He grabbed the phone while I stood up and pulled my dress straight as I tried to get over the embarrassing feeling I felt. Why was I even embarrassed? “Yes, got it—I’ll send her over,” Christian spoke and smirked at me before he hung up the phone.

“Nice timing, my mom is here—you should go see her.” He casually shrugged his shoulders and stared at me with a smug smile on his face. “R-right.” I stuttered again and tried to take a step back, but almost lost my balance in doing so. Before I could trip Christian caught me in his arms and pulled me back on my feet.

“Are you...okay?” He chuckled with his hand still wrapped around my waist. “Yes, I’m...yes.” I awkwardly reassured him as I tried to avoid his gaze. I already started falling for him even more than I already had and our intimate moment brought me back to the night we had shared at the club.

“Good. You come to my room after you’re finished so we can continue.” He smiled and leaned in to press a kiss against my lips. “Are we together or not?” I took the opportunity to ask and held both sides of his cheeks so he couldn’t move.

“Back again with the questions? Go, my mom is waiting—she doesn’t like waiting.” Christian complained and pressed another kiss against my lips.

“Christian?” I asked him with an annoyed look on my face, while he once again mocked me and imitated my tone. “Serena?”

“Christian?” I began to lose my patience. My eyes stared right into his and just the look on my face was enough to shut him up. “Hmm...do you want to be?” He shrugged his shoulders.

“Yes?” I answered, thinking it might’ve been some sort of test. Was it really that easy?

“Okay, fine,” Christian spoke, while I was waiting for him to tell me that it was all a joke, but instead he didn’t. “Wait, really?”

“Yes, really.” He smiled and brushed my hair to the side. “You know this means you can’t fuck around with anyone right, that we’re exclusive?” I made clear to him while he nodded his head. “Okay.”

“Really? I don’t believe you—you’re being weird.” I stepped back and crossed my arms. “Serena, really. I want to be with you, that’s what you want to hear right?” He stepped forward and held my waist again.

“Yeah but I feel like I’m forcing you though.” I sighed. I told him I loved him and all he could say was that he would allow me to love him. He never said it back.

“Serena, listen to me.” Christian made sure to look at me in the eye. “I want to be with you, I want you here and I want the baby here. Don’t stress out over every little thing and for once just trust my words, I want to be with you.”

I felt my heart flutter and looked down. That was as much as a confession I would be getting out of him, but it was enough to reassure me that I was not dreaming and that all of this was real.

“But I don’t want you to change—I still want you to be asshole Christian.” I pouted at the thought of him suddenly treating me kindly. “Okay, good—because I don’t know how to be nice every day.” He sighed relieved. There he was again.

“You look like shit and your hair is a mess, but you should really go down and meet my mom because she—“

“Serena!” We heard a loud voice call out. Francesca’s could raise her volume so loud at times that it almost sounded as if her voice had an echo.

“Yeah, because she doesn’t like waiting.” Christian finished his sentence. “Okay, then I shouldn’t make her wait.” I sighed and tried to pull my hair straight.

“What?” I asked when I heard Christian chuckle but he shook his head. “Nothing, you should really go now.”