All Chapters of My Sister’s Crush and I: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

“What did you say happened to my son?” She yelled on the phone, her eyes fixated with fear.Oh, God! What's wrong?I looked at her keenly, wishing I could hear the person on the other line.“Oh, are you sure? Where's he?”“Can I talk to him, now?”“Ok— Okay. Please do all that you can to make sure he gets homs safely,”“Thank you. Alright,” She ended the call and placed her hand on her chest, as though to pacify her breath.“What happened?” I asked as she fell back on the couch.“It’s Damian,” she said, “He was almost shot! But one of his bodyguards was fast enough to see the sniper at the top of the building, and he took the bullet in Damian’s stead. He is dead.”“What?" | shrieked “The bodyguard is dead??”“Yes, Sarah, and it scares me to know Damian would've been dead if he hadn't taken the bullet for him,” She replied fearfully.Oh, my God.We just lost someone, and Damian was was almost killed today!“Uhm, where is he? Is he hurt?" l asked cautiously.“No. They were able to leave

[Damian’s Pov]I stood at the balcony, watching Sarah step out of her car elegantly. Her black knee-length gown hung on her massive hips, making my breath hitch.My wife was f*cking beautiful and sexy. The most precious thing I had ever laid my eyes on.I remember the first time I saw her. She was 7, and I was 9. I had wandered off from my bodyguards at a park. That day, I wanted a normal life where no adult was watching me.I wanted to be a kid. I was fat and thought I could play around at the children playground, but I was so wrong when three tall boys came to accost me.“Hey, you! What are you doing here?”“Fat cows aren’t allowed here,” the tallest one in the middle saidI gulped, being used to the name “fat cow” in middle school.“please, I just want to play,” I begged timidly, and they laughed.“Please I just want to play,” they mocked and removed my glasses.“No! Give me that!” I yelled, unable to see clearly without it.Hard shove came on my shoulder, and I fell to the dirt in

“You’re going out?” I asked Damian as he stood in front of the mirror, buttoning his shirt.“Yes,”“where?” I asked again, placing my hands on my hips. “To a house party,” he grumpily answered“But, its getting late already. Are you really going leave me all alone in this house?” I asked but he kept mute.“Or you just want to go and meet that cook of yours?” I asked, and he chuckled.“Don't tell me you are jealous,”“Jealous of what? Of course not,” I denied, but he only chuckled loudly. He looked Happy. But maybe it’s all up in my head.“Um, Damian…” I called after a long pause “Can I come along with you? I don’t feel like alone,”“Come on, Sarah. You aren’t technically at home. There are over 20 domestic staff here,” he said“Really?” My eyes narrowed at him. He shrugged.I was going to do what I hadn’t done before. To make Damian jealous. I could only hope thy he works.“Alright, I’ll just talk to Idris or look for some handsome male staff to talk with” I said, turning to walk awa

“Did I hurt you?” Damian whispered worriedly, coming to pull me into his arms “I’m sorry,”I shook my head “No, it was just so good— I’d never experienced such beautiful feeling before,” I stutteredDamian chuckled and caressed my teary cheeks. Then he kissed my closed eyes. I pushed him, laughing loudly.“You’re obsessed,” I giggled“Yes, I am.” He confessed. I kissed his jaw before sliding off the bed. “I need to pee,” I said, covering my body with the bedspread.“Perks of a sweet foreplay,” he said cockily, and I extended my tongue at him.“Go quickly, before I make you squirt all over me..” That did it. The raw hunger in his voice made me sprint to the bathroom.I eased myself. Then I stared at my reflection in the mirror; my lips were red and swollen, there were hickeys on my neck, my hair was in total disarray.I looked like a loved married woman. It made me squeal. I thought about going back to the bedroom… I thought about making love with Damian. So far, he has been nothing bu

My breath hitched.“But I didn’t take some things I need, like my books, MacBooks, school uniforms, clothes…” I managed to say.He caressed his jaw for a moment “okay, for the books and MacBooks… because of the important informations that might be there, I’ll make arrangements for it to be sent to us. But for your clothings, and uniforms, you’ll simply get new ones today or tomorrow,”“Okay,” I murmured.So really, I’m now living alone with Damian.Few minutes after we arrived, five fashion designers came to the house and filled the new empty wardrobe with clothes. They asked for my size and promised to deliver my new uniform before time for school tomorrow.I only nodded. Because one, the new clothes in the wardrobe were more than enough, and secondly I wasn’t enthusiastic about returning to school the next day.But what I can do? I would have to go to school tomorrow, when I just want to stay at home with him.“So, do you play the piano?” I asked to ease the awkward tension. The fash