Seeing SM again

It was a cold night, and Shania ate her dinner. To her surprise, she didn't see Christian anywhere. She wanted to know where he went, but had no idea whom to ask.

“Sweetie, I hope you are enjoying your stay here,” Madeline said, jerking Shania back to reality, she realized she had been sitting at the dining table thinking about Christian.

“This doesn't mean I have forgiven you for what you did,” Shania said and rose from the chair, Madeline was just pretending to be nice. Madeline's expression dropped.

“Sweetie, I know but…”

“I'm only staying here for it…what do you know, huh?” Shania lashed out, feeling her eyes burning with tears. Madeline only cared about herself and nothing more.

“I only tried to solve our problem and…”

“You are a bad mother, just admit it…you only care about yourself and no one else!” Shania yelled as tears flowed down her face, tension rose in the room, she felt suffocated. Madeline stared at her daughter without blinking. Hearing her say such things hurt her.

“You've never done anything as a mother…don't you feel ashamed, huh…” Shania added while wiping her tears, she shifted from the table and stood face to face with Madeline.

“I know I left, but you have to understand the situation and what I'm trying to do now,” Madeline explained and tried to reach for Shania's hand, but she shrugged her away and kept her at arm's length.

“Stop bothering, you failed to do your duties as a mother…instead you chose to be another children's mother… I hate you, Madeline… I hate you more than you can imagine,” Shania remarked in disdain, her eyes flashing with nothing but hate for her mother. As much as she was being rude. Her Madeline did not deserve any recognition as a mother.

“Baby, don't say that…” Madeline muttered as her eyes glittered with tears, it hurt her badly, she felt as if her heart was being ripped out of her chest. Shania raised her hand to stop Madeline from saying anything.

“I don't need your love or concern…” saying that, Shania stormed out of the living furiously. On her way out she bumped into someone and it was Christian. Before she could say a word, Shania walked out on him and went straight to the front door.

“Shania what's,” Christian shouted after her, but she had already disappeared. Christian was helpless as he glanced back inside the dining room. Before he could regain his wits. He heard the sound of a car, and he knew Shania had left in a fit of rage. He left there and decided to go after her, she was angry. Who knew where she was going?

“Did she say where she's heading?” Christian asked the security men once he rushed outside.

“No sir…she insisted on having the car keys… I tried to stop her but…” the man explained but hesitated as his hands reached for his face. Christian understood Shania must have slapped him.

“Damn, where could she be,” he muttered as he rushed to his car? He took his phone out to call Travis, but to his surprise, his other phone vibrated. He immediately took it out, and it was a text message.

“Can I see you now,” he read the message and knew exactly where Shania was going? He thought she forgot about sex master. He made sure to bury that character because he was afraid of getting caught.

“Dammit," he let out, curses as he started driving the car. Now he had to see Shania as SM after a long time.

“Trav, some work for you,” Christian sent a voice message to his assistant, knowing this was trouble. He had two assistants, Travis was his assistant as Christian while Cole was his assistant SM.

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(Shania).

I didn't understand why I felt like this, my heart was aching, I wanted the feeling to stop, but it was too unbearable. I wanted to get away from it all. I wanted to see Isabella, but I knew she was busy.

There was only one person I wanted to meet, and that was SM, I knew I stopped seeing him, but my heart was not fine.

I sent him a text message and waited with a heavy heart. I thought he would say no to seeing me, but to my surprise. Immediately he sent his assistant to pick me up.

“His office,” I asked hesitantly when the car stopped in a strange place. I thought he would take me to SM's office, but he took me.

“Sir is waiting inside,” the man I recalled, his name was Cole, said professionally. He never smiled, but was always serious about his work.

“But this place,” was isolated. I looked around and only saw tall trees. The building looked like a villa, we had to climb the stairs to get to the entrance. The lights were on.

“Please go ahead,” Cole said once we reached the top. I nodded and hesitated before taking a step forward. What a good place for relaxing. I glanced back, and I was greeted by darkness and the silence of the night

“Go on, you need to explain to him,” I said to myself, knowing I had to explain to him why I didn't see him all this time. To my surprise, the door was open; hence I walked in. I liked the theme of the design. I guess SM liked dark things. The interior was painted black from top to bottom. The bright lights gave a Gothic feeling.

“Hello,” I didn't know where to go as I walked down the passageway which led me to the hallway. I glanced around, admiring the place where a dark figure emerged from the top of the stairs door. I turned fully and glanced up, and my heart skipped a beat. I felt cold and sweaty all over as the tall man dressed in all black and wearing a black mask made his way to me.

“Good evening," he greeted me once he was down. I was nervous as we stood face to face. It had been a while. I forgot how sexy his voice sounded.

“I missed you,” I couldn't help but throw myself in his arms. It had been a while but the feeling I got whenever I saw him was something I couldn't understand, “I'm sorry, I didn't see you… I know you would rather not see me now, but I…sobs…sobs… I don't feel fine,” I muttered and broke into tears. I was unable to control my emotions. I wanted someone to hold me and tell me I'd be fine. To my surprise, he hugged me back and tightened his grip on me. I felt his warmth, his presence as he rubbed his hands on my back as if soothing me, then gripped my neck firmly.

“Aren't you afraid,” he muttered when he let go of me and cupped himself. I tried to look into his eyes, but the mask made it impossible. He was wearing gloves again.

“Your house?” I whispered, not sure what else to say.

“Hmm,” he hummed, and I hugged him again, this time I curled in his arms trying to find some comfort. The hug lasted for a while when he unexpectedly scooped me in his arms and carried me bridal style. I felt hot all over, was this right? But I needed to forget a few things. He took me to the living room.