—JENNIFER—He glared down at me and I don't know why I felt so intimidated by him that I sat down with my mouth shut and did what he told me to do. The google search. “ What?” I mumbled without looking but I saw him turning to look at me from the corner of my eyes. “ Sorry?” He asked, puzzled. “ What do I have to Google?” I asked again. “ Oh, Yes. Search Christian Brown.” He said and I without thinking anything, typed the name in the search bar before so many pictures appeared there. I tapped at the first picture and my jaw dropped, almost reaching the surface of his black Mercedes that I missed swooning over because of how he just abducted me. I whipped my head to look at him and then back at the picture. Then again I did the same thing. Both were the same. He was Christian Brown, New York's Richest Man right now.What the heck was I doing in his goddamn car?? I felt a sudden dizziness before my eyes fell on another photo and when I touched it, my mind literally blew up. It
Jennifer The ride in the elevator was comfortably anxious for me partly because of the closed new place and partly because of the apparently stranger man that claims to be my husband. And now that I have all the reason to believe that what he has been telling was true It's making me even more anxious to stand beside him with his eyes constantly fixated on me. With my bated breath, I impatiently waited for the elevator ride to end so I could go out and take a breath in open space. Thankfully, the elevator stopped and I quickly stepped out of it as soon as the door opened. I heard him follow me out before I stopped seeing the closed door in front of me and turned back to look at him. He frowned at me for a moment then as if a realisation struck him as he shook his head with a smile before walking past me to open the door. My mouth fell open as I entered the house and took into the classy, lavish furnishings inside. Every single corner was screaming rich as I did a twirl in the
—CHRISTIAN— I saw the nervousness in her tone when I talked about her taking the bath and realised that I was nothing but a literal stranger to her right now. I saw her biting her lip while fidgeting with her fingers out of nervousness as I stared at her before sighing and walking back to me. “ Look, I know princess, you don't remember me. But I do. So please, try trusting me a little.” I took a pause to take into her expression but she was still unsure. I knew it wasn't enough. Nothing could be enough right now to convince her but I still tried. “You just get fresh, if you want , I won't even stand in the room.” I said, trying to comfort her . But she still shook her head in a no. “ No, I don't need a bath." She said, instinctively pulling the sleeve of her top as if she was in some discomfort. But I caught that small action of hers that was screaming that she sure as hell needed a long bath. I sighed audibly. “ As much as I'm willing to do anything for you, I'm sorry
—JENNIFER—“ I'll manage by myself.” I had said it so proudly to Christian before getting inside the bathroom but now, here I was standing with a helpless face after so many unsuccessful efforts of trying to remove my top. Inhaling a deep, sharp breath, I looked up into the bathroom mirror once again with a determined look to try again. Criss Crossing my arms before grabbing the hems of my top I tried to pull it up to remove it but winced as soon as some pressure fell on my shoulder which had been dislocated in the accident and had some scratches on it also. “Arghhhh!!” I huffed, annoyed while dropping my hands down in defeat and whipped back towards the closed bathroom door. Taking a deep breath, trying to burry my self respect somewhere deep down inside me, I headed toward the door and tore it open aggressively. Christian's head whipped back to look up at me with a frown. “ Help me!” I forced the words out of me before meeting his confused gaze which was soon turned into an amu
Christian I sighed at her stubbornness and sat down on the bed as Jennifer almost ran inside the bathroom. As if I was going to run behind her like a creep. Not that I didn't want to, but definitely not to eye her getting undressed because there's nothing that I've not seen about her. And even though it would excite me as much as the first time, I wanted to go inside solely for her help. Because I knew that it would be difficult for her to manage with all those scratches and injuries on her body. Ah!! How I crave to see Catherine in the same condition as she caused my princess to be in. My several imaginations about the ways of killing that woman were interrupted when the door of the bathroom was ripped open, revealing my very annoyed wife. I frowned, not understanding her mood and waited for her to speak up which she did after a moment. “ Help me!” I watched her as she forced those words out of her mouth before looking up and meeting my gaze. My frow disappeared and I pressed
—JENNIFER—“ Done.” I heard Christian’s voice which broke my trance and pulled me back to reality.I snapped my eyes open only to be met with those dark pooles already staring back at me. “ What?” I mumbled dizzily. “ It's done. Your top.” He pointed with his eyes but it still took me another four seconds to comprehend his words. And when I did, I almost jumped on my place in the realisation of standing so close to him. “ I, er… . Yeah, T-Thanks.” I said, nervously looking here and there before trying to fix my gaze back at him to not make my nervousness so obvious. Which had me noticing the way his eyes scanned me from up and down, making me very self conscious all of a sudden. I gazed down at myself with a frown before the realisation struck me that I was now standing in front of him half naked with nothing but a brassiere on my upper body. A deafening shriek escaped my mouth before I turned my back to the constantly staring Christian. “ Why the hell are you still standing h
—JENNIFER—As soon as I opened the cupboard and shuffled through the clothes to decide one outfit for me, my hands brushed against a metallic thing and I stilled in my place. Pulling the thing out from behind the clothes my heart thumped loudly in my chest when I realised what the thing was exactly. A gun. A REAL FUCKING GUN. A sudden push felt to my breaths and heartbeats and they accelerated, as if trying to beat each other in a race.I was so stunned seeing that thing in here that I was totally feeling unable to think anything or even move a damn inch. That's when the door of the room was pushed open suddenly, pulling me out of my shock and I looked up to find Christian entering inside the room in a hurry. He froze in his place when his eyes fell on my trembling hands which were holding the gun. A panic that was visible on his face was telling me that this thing was the reason he came back running in such a hurry. “ I-..., er, Jennifer. That's..” He stuttered as if trying to
—JENNIFER— A gasp escaped my mouth at the realisation of standing in just a towel wrapped around me, in front of him. I quickly pushed him away and turned around only to collide with the cupboard. “ Slow down. I've already seen enough.” His voice had me going red and I whipped back to glare at him with my flushed cheeks. “ What the hell does that mean?” I tried to glare at him while trying to hide myself behind the door of the closet. “ I-... I m-mean, you have been standing here in a towel for the last few minutes, so I've seen enough that you don't have to run or hide now.” He said, quickly as if he was trying to cover something. “ Will you go out now, I need to change.” I said, looking away. “ Sure, I'll just go and set the table.” He said before turning and walking out of the room. I sighed in relief and went through the clothes to get dressed. After wearing a comfy shorts, I picked up a T-shirt and tried to wear it but it was difficult with all the soreness and scra