Embarrassing moments

Christabel's POV

Well, this was an unimaginable scenario. I would never have believed that such could happen to me. Definitely, we were all living in a small world and the unimaginable could happen.

“Christabel!” Joan exclaimed. He was probably as shocked as I was.

I breathed in deeply. I didn't know what to say or where to start explaining from. On a normal basis, I knew I shouldn't be explaining at all. I literally did nothing wrong but still, the pressure on me could make me start spewing rubbish.

“Do you know her?” Andre asked. His facial expression read ‘worry’. This was going to be a serious issue.

“Of course, I know her…” Joan told Andre. “She is my ex-girlfriend and we literally broke up a few weeks ago. When you said you were bringing in your wife, I expected something more.”

“Wow!” Andre sighed deeply. I expected him to be disappointed but he actually wasn't. He turned to Joan now. “What is the main issue? You dated her, broke up with her, and I married her. It doesn't matter, does it?”

“Of course, it does!” Joan countered.

I simply stood there mute with my legs wobbling. I felt so much regret for what I had done in the past. Truly, it pays to live a decent life.

“How does it matter?” Andre asked. He seemed to be ready to defend me against Joan no matter the circumstances.

“Christabel is a slut and she knows it herself! You deserve someone better!” Joan told Andre angrily. “I dated Christabel for a year and I am sure we had sex over four hundred times just in a year. This is like we had sex daily.”

“That's a lie!” I replied bluntly. I had said this already before I realized how embarrassing this was.

Andre shook his head. Once more, I thought he would bash me but he surprised me by keeping calm.

“You can't date her for a year and have sex with her for over four hundred times! There's no way you will have sex daily. Is that all you do in the relationship?” Andre asked.

He didn't seem disturbed about my past but I knew he actually would be disturbed. It was embarrassing for his nephew to have had carnal knowledge of someone he called his wife.

“I understand you but still, the relationship was all about sex! That's the exact reason I called her a slut. She doesn't know my best food and I don't know hers…” Joan continued to say. “She is nothing but a prostitute and she doesn't deserve to be with you.”

Andre smiled. I was sure he was pained in his heart but well, he shouldn't care since we were in a contract marriage.

“I don't think I will mind, Joan,” Andre told his nephew. “Everyone has a shady past and they shouldn't be held because of their past. There is always a chance to start over again.”

Joan wasn't hearing this properly. He was still trying to advise his uncle, Andre, about this relationship.

“Everyone can start on a clean slate but not Christabel! She is too corrupt to start up again!” Joan said passionately. “We used to shoot videos of our lovemaking together and she used to send me nudes.”

This broke my heart. I was regretting doing all these. Yes, I had a dirty past but I wouldn't want to spread this dirty cloth of mine in public.

“Can I see them?” Andre asked slowly. This was quite expected. Now, I knew my shame would be shown to the world.

“Nah…” Joan replied. “I lost my phone the day before yesterday and if not for that, I would have shown you all these.”

Andre smiled. This was a big triumph for me as well. I was still looking nervously but now, I was a little relaxed.

“That means you have no evidence!” Andre told him plainly. “Since it's like this, I don't think we need to talk about this again. Let's leave it like this! I have married Christabel and that's it! No matter what you say, nothing will change.”

"But Uncle, do you think you'd like to be balls deep into this slut knowing I've fed her my dick over and over again and she has screamed my name times without number?" Joan asked smugly.

I grew beet red at the question as hot waves of embarrassment washed through me for the second time. Well, that was until Andre replied him saying,

"Oh trust me! I can go deeper than you ever will and if my memory serves me right, she has screamed my name far higher than she has ever done yours"

This was the end of that discussion. Joan looked at me sternly for a few seconds before leaving. It was all supposed to be over but I knew that was the beginning.

After this incident, I remained dazed for a while. I couldn't talk to Andre because of how embarrassed I was. I loved the way he defended me and even when I knew that we weren't in a real relationship, I was still unhappy.

I could choose to be shameless since we were faking a marriage but I didn't. I could have had a bad past but I was going to correct this narrative.

Later, Andre came to me and spoke to me softly. This helped me out of this distress and after this, I could tell I had a soft liking for Andre.

His calmness, softness, and masculinity which were intercessory made it so easy for me to fall in love with him. He was a completely likable person.

From there, we went to the dining table where we had our first dinner together. Andre made this look so real and this began to get me scared. I signed up for a contract marriage and not something that looked like a real relationship. I wouldn't want to fall in love with him and then get my heart broken again.

The dinner was a sumptuous one. This was the first time I ate at a table filled with different varieties of food. Andre went further to tell me that he had instructed the chef to make sure that there was every continental dish on the table. American, European, African, and Asian dishes took over most of the table but of course, some other French dishes stood out.

After the dinner, I was led to Andre's room where I would be sharing with him. There was a queen sized bed there to contain both of us as well as a very big wardrobe with clothes for me. Andre had been nice enough to buy bags, shoes, and other ornaments for me. I was excited but not as excited as to what would happen that night with Andre.

Andre took his shower first and I went on to do the same. I knew what would happen after I finished showering and I almost spent an eternity in the bathroom. At last, I came out. I was covered with a short towel and with water dripping from my body, I know I had the sexiest look right now.

“You look so beautiful…” Andre told me shortly. He was smiling sheepishly.

“Thank you,” I replied shyly.

Andre stood up and moved towards me. He also had nothing on apart from his inner shirts. I could entertain myself with the look of his muscular chest.

“I love you…” Andre whispered into my ear.

I wanted to tell him I also loved him but this would sound strange. I hoped Andre was only playing around by saying this since we both knew we were based on a contract.

And then, Andre began to kiss me softly. I also participated by kissing him back as well. This all seemed familiar like what happened in my one night stand.

Andre kissed me more passionately and then pushed me on the bed just like the man in my one night stand had done. He removed his inner shorts and remained bare before me. I was quite shy looking at his erected penis.

And then, he removed my towel while teasing my thighs just like the man I had a one night stand with had done. He began to kiss me from the soles of my feet, to my legs, to my thighs, and finally to my pussy.

This was too familiar. At this point, I began to put all the pieces together.

A smiley face, cool and sweet words, muscular, aggressive in lovemaking, kisses passionately, and rich.

All the boxes had been ticked. At this point, I knew Andre was the man I had a one night stand with. I didn't talk about this and I let him do his thing.

But still, I felt betrayed.

Our relationship grew despite the one night stand saga which I had decided to keep a secret. I was sure Andre knew this and that was the missing link to our meeting at the mall.

Andre continued to spoil me and gradually I began to fall in love with him. I knew this was wrong but it was uncontrollable.

One day, it would all change. For worse or for the better, you choose.

“If you don't give me all I have asked for, I will expose all your secrets and will make you bankrupt!” I heard a man shout to Andre over the phone.

Andre was secretive.

He wasn't the person he acted to be. There was a lot I needed to know about the man I was beginning to fall in love with.