Morgan was about to say sothing, but the doors to the dining room suddenly opened.
Christian stepped into the room, followed by my father. The room quickly quieted down, as Morgan and Cherie were now fully focused on Christian.
He was wearing a well-tailored black suit, different from the one he wore to work today. He looked dignified, and his steps were full of confidence.
As soon as he entered, I felt his gaze lock onto . Though it wasn’t long, it was enough to tell that he liked today’s outfit.
Having received the affirmation I wanted, I walked over to the table to allow the other two ’beauties’ to fawn over Christian.
They both quickly ran up to his side, each one grabbing one of his arms.
"I’m so happy to see you here. Did you miss ?" asked Morgan, blushing.
Before Christian could answer, Cherie tugged his other arm, "You’re so sweet, you knew that I was here and ca to see !"
I watched with amusent, curious how he would get himself out of this ss.
"Ladies, it’s such a pleasure to see you today. Let walk you over to your seats," he said with a magnetic voice.
I raised my eyebrow, wondering if his little charming trick would work, but when I saw the glazed-over eyes on both Morgan and Cherie, I knew that it worked a little too well.
As promised, Christian walked them over to the table, pulling their chairs out for them to take a seat. When it was Morgan’s turn, he also handed her a small box once she was seated.
"A small gift from my trip," he explained.
Morgan lit up, rushing to open the box. Cherie scoffed at how eagerly she was opening the gift, but her face was also dripping with jealousy.
"Oh, my goodness!" she exclaid, lifting the diamond earrings from the box.
My mother let out a sigh of relief, thankful that the gift this ti wasn’t sothing multi-colored.
"If I’m not mistaken, these are part of Sophia’s current collection. I happen to have the bracelet from this set," said Cherie, trying to cover the jealousy in her eyes.
Hearing Cherie’s words, Morgan flashed her a displeased look. Judging by her facial expression, I was certain that she misunderstood, thinking that it was Christian who gifted her the bracelet.
While both of them were having a stare-off, Christian quickly escaped to the other side of the table and sat down beside my brother.
"Christian! I’m so glad to see you. How was the trip?" my Father asked. I could still see the sharp glint in his eyes from yesterday when he questioned about the photos.
"The trip was good. I managed to get a lot done," smiled Christian.
"Miss Amato here ntioned that she t with you while you were there," my Father continued.
Wow, he’s not even being subtle about his dissatisfaction!
My father got bolder and bolder, but it didn’t seem to faze Christian at all. "Yes, one of the reasons for the trip was to et with CEO Amato. He’s a close friend of mine, so we did et on multiple occasions."
The simple grin on his face drove my father mad. He clenched his hands into a fist, but outwardly kept his pleasant smile.
"I have a few more gifts from my trip in my car. Would one of you ladies like to help carry them inside?" asked Christian.
Morgan imdiately stood up, "Of course, of course!" But before she could get up from her chair, Cherie held her down.
"I understand you’re his fiancée, but it’s not appropriate for you two to be so close before the wedding!" she said with an overly shocked expression.
My mother frowned, hearing her words, and subtly nodded to Morgan.
"I will go with Christian," said Cherie enthusiastically.
Morgan nearly jumped out of her seat to lunge at Cherie, "No way!" A silence spread across the table before she quickly adjusted her angry expression. "What I an to say is, there’s no way we would allow a guest to do anything so cumberso."
Cherie froze, "Oh no! It’s totally fine, I promise." Before she could continue, my father slamd his glass on the table.
"Leslie will go."
I looked at him, shocked to have been chosen. Only when Christian walked to my side did I snap out of my surprise.
"Thank you for helping, Second Miss," Christian said softly.
I quietly followed him out of the dining room, making sure that I kept an appropriate distance. Just as we made it to the front entrance, Christian grabbed my arm and pulled into a small side room.
"Do you have any idea of what you do to ?" he whispered, looking into my eyes. "You look so captivating, I couldn’t focus on anything else the entire al."
The next mont, only the muffled sounds of our kisses filled the room. Christian’s hands managed to slip into the neckline of my dress, feeling my bare breasts while kissing .
"Fuck, Leslie. I knew it, you’re not wearing anything under this dress."
"Mmm, you’re right. I’m not wearing anything under," I reiterated, lifting the skirt of my dress to reveal my lack of underwear.
"Holy fuck, Leslie."
Christian bent down on his knees and lifted one of my legs. He ran his fingers down from my abdon to my pussy before peppering gentle kisses all around my entrance. Each kiss was like a bolt of lightning, tickling and lting at the sa ti.
The mont his tongue touched my skin, I had to cover my mouth to prevent myself from moaning. He used his fingers, opening further so that his tongue could reach even deeper.
"Mmm, so sweet. My favorite dessert, dripping wet," he whispered before diving back in. His tongue continued to swirl around my clit and down to my entrance until he pushed it in inside of .
The pleasure was so intense that I was fully relying on the wall behind to keep from falling over.
His tongue and lips continued to press against to the point where I couldn’t hold it any longer and let out a moan through my hand that was still covering my mouth.
My other leg began to tremble. Christian continued to eat out as if I were the fountain of youth, fully imrsed in the process.
I wasn’t sure how long the entire process was, but I knew that everyone was waiting for us to return.
The thought of being only a few steps down the hallway from everyone, from his fiancée, sent into a place of no return. My body trembled. I placed my hand on his head, gripping his hair just as the orgasm set in.
"Oh, Christian!" I moaned as softly as possible.
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