Something romantic

Isabella spent the entire night taking care of Shania. It seemed she and Christian argued. Her friend never drank alcohol to the extent of getting drunk.

“Is she okay?” Isabella heard Christian's voice, and when she turned around, she found him standing away from the bed.

“She hasn't woken up yet… I'm sure she'll only suffer a hangover,” Isabella said and slowly walked to the other side of the bed while Christian took the left one and carefully sat beside Shania.

“It's all my fault,” Christian muttered while caressing Shania's face and hair.

“She had too much to drink, I'm afraid she might sleep for a while,” Isabella said, sensing how awkward the atmosphere was.

“Don't worry I'll stay with her, thanks for taking care of her” Christian whispered as he glanced at Isabella.

“She's my friend, I know it's hard to understand her…but please just know Shania is special,” Isabella said faintly, Christian nodded because he was aware of that

“She's stubborn but trust me…she's going through a lot in her life… all I ask for is that you don't give her a reason to cry,” Isabella added and Christian was confused. He looked at Isabella, and she had a serious expression.

“Is she okay?” He didn't understand what she meant by going through a lot in her life.

“That's for her to tell, but for now… please take care of her…she's hurting,” Isabella said with a smile, Christian didn't want to ask further; hence he nodded and turned his attention to her. Sleeping, Shania. After a while of arranging the room. Isabella left. She didn't get any shut eyes since the previous night.

“Indeed you are stubborn, just know… I want only you,” Christian whispered with a smile and leaned down to plant a kiss on Shania's cheek. Yes, he was careless to have allowed Frida to take advantage, but he didn't kiss that woman. She started misbehaving on her own and Shania arrived at the wrong time.

“I don't need that…bring something romantic…” Christian said over the phone while he walked around the little kitchen. He only got a single room because he didn't need something with a kitchen, to ask for forgiveness. Christian decided to arrange a romantic morning for Shania.

“Great, what can I make,” he muttered once he was done talking on the phone? The last time he cooked for her, she loved it. This time he was going to spoil her.

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“Ah!” Shania stirred in her sleep, her head felt heavy. She slowly sat upright and pushed her hair off her face. Her eyes were heavy, even opening them felt like a hard job. Of course, she had a severe hangover.

“Oh no,” she muttered when she opened her eyes but closed them shut due to the brightness of the room. She glanced around the room, and she was in her bed. “Just great,” she tried to crawl out of bed when she spotted a glass of clear liquid on the nightstand.

“Drink this, Isa,” she read the note beside the glass cup. Only then did she realize what happened. She drank too much and Isabella took care of her.

“I should bathe,” she muttered once she gulped down the entire lime water. When she entered the bathroom, her jaw dropped in shock. There were flowers everywhere. Rose petals scattered on the floor give a beautiful scenery.

“Who did this,” Shania frowned as she glanced around. The table was filled with water and some rose petals floating above. There was a large pink teddy bear to the side holding a red heart.

“That man?” She muttered coldly, knowing Isabella wouldn't do something like this. Was it Christian, if yes, then Shania wasn't going to take it?

“Such a fool,” she scoffed and stormed out of the bathroom. She was only wearing a short mid-thigh-high white satin night dress. She left the room, hoping to take a bath in Isabella's room. However, immediately she stepped out. She was greeted by the delicious smell of her favorite foods. The entire place was decorated in beautiful flowers, from the floor she was stepping on to the ceiling. Soft low music was playing in the background, giving a warm atmosphere.

Shania frowned as she made her way to the living room, to her surprise she found the place decorated as well. The middle table was filled with decades, a strawberry cake and some clear bowls with lit candles.

Who…”

“Good morning, baby,” she heard a familiar voice say before she could finish her sentence. Shania's anger flared as she turned around and found Christian standing there.

“I'm glad you are awake,” the man said with a smile and walked to her. Shania wasn't happy, what was he doing there? Most importantly, what the heck was he wearing?

“Get out,” she said and averted her eyes from him. She wasn't in the mood to see a cheater. Whatever he made, she didn't care.

___

While Christian was trying to win Shania over, Kenny was informed about Shawn; hence he hurried to his room. They needed to talk.

“What's going on, huh?" Kenny asked as soon as a sleepy Shawn opened his door.

“I'm tired, leave now,” Shawn said while pouring himself some water. He was exhausted and had a headache. All he wanted was to sleep without any disturbances.

“Since when did you start turning down an invitation?” Kenny asked as he kept his eyes on his brother. Shawn wasn't like this. He was distant and ignored him.

“I told you, I'm not just in the mood,” Shawn said, trying, certainly, to keep calm. He would rather not see anyone, and having his little brother asking him questions was irritating him.

“She's our woman, we came here to show her a good time…but you've been acting like a damn jerk…do you know how she's feeling after what you did, huh?” Kenny remarked feeling irritated. It was their duty to make Isabella's life exciting. They made her sign a contract, and his brother wasn't doing what was needed.

“I'm tired of this… She's not a fucking toy to be treated like a whore!” Shawn snapped and glared at his brother. His eyes shone with rage, which surprised Kenny.

“W-what did you say?” Kenny asked, trying to make sense of what his brother just said.

“Get the fuck out,”

“Are you trying to tell me something?” Kenny asked as he walked closer to Shawn. They needed to have a proper conversation, “She's our woman, just like in the past ... .we share a woman…we never consider any woman we pleasure, a whore or toy?” Kenny questioned, he was offended, hearing something so despicable from his brother.

“I'm not doing this fucked up thing again…scram from here!” Shawn spat out and walked away, leaving Kenny wondering what was happening. Did this mean Christian was right?

“This can't be,” he muttered and left the room.