The headline was, ‘CHRISTIAN KINGSTON’S WOMAN REVEALED’.
“Christian who?” I found myself asking, my mind a mess.
“You know, Christian Kingston.” Amy repeated, in a tone that showed I’m supposed to know who he is. “The Christian Kingston, youngest billionaire in America and a ruthless businessman might I add. Even Sebastian couldn’t strike a deal with him. He’s picky for someone approached by a higher business owner.” I mean, I’ve heard of him, sure, but I didn’t know his face.
Wait, did she just say, Sebastian? Even my trophy holding step brother couldn’t sign a deal with him? That’s something. But seriously, I did not just get involved with someone like him.
“Oh, yes you did.” Amy answered my inner thoughts. I must’ve said that out loud. She leaned back, then went on to explain further. “And he must’ve taken interest in you because he promoted this news before I could block it.” Why does it seem she’s enjoying this? “I mean; why else would he take you to his house even? He has a clean record. He doesn’t have a single scandal with women. And then, there’s you that he even took home and you two did whatever naughty stuff you wanted to. What do you think that meant?”
I felt as though cold water was being dumped on me. My mouth fell open. “Fuck my life…”
2024-01-07 18:20:19
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Christian Kingston.
My hand swiveled the steering wheel, taking a sharp corner down the lane of the destination I have in mind. The car slowed down slightly upon approaching the gates leading to the mansion, which automatically opened once my car was close enough for the sensors.
I pressed the peddle, increasing the speed a bit as I drove past the gates up the driveway that leads to the mansion situated on the hill. Flowers lined either side of the pathway, beside which are pebble stones that cover the yard that stretched far and wide, yet again standing as a living reminder of the expanse of the mansion.
There’s a small round about, where a fountain serves as the landmark, which I drove past, only stopping once I reached where the other cars were parked. My car came to a halt beside a red Lamborghini, one that screams the owner’s name simply by its color.
A small sigh escaped my lips as I turned the car off, then extended my hand up to pick up the all wrapped up gift box resting on the passenger seat before I got out of the car, the doors locking behind me. Taking steps in the direction of the entrance, I reached it in no time, before pushing the front door open.
Walking down the long corridor that leads to the living room-the closer I get, the clearer the voices there become. The minute I stepped foot there, my gaze fell on the members of the family, all gathered together having the time of their lives.
“I’m not late, am I?” I inquired, my voice making the conversation cease, numerous eyes now on me.
“Christian!” My mom, Gloria Kingston rose from her spot on the couch beside my father, her lips slanted into a wide grin as she approached me. Once she was within arm’s length, she wrapped her arms around me, pulling me into her warm embrace. “You’re here.”
“Hey, Mom.” I leaned down to meet her short frame, one of my hands wrapping around her, since I can’t do so with the other one as I have the small box in it. My own lips slanted into a smile, the happiness radiating off her contagious.
She pulled back slightly, one of her hands moving to rest on the side of my face, caressing it. “I’m glad you could make it.” Even if she didn’t say it, her smile spoke volumes on it.
She then took a hold of my arm, urging me further into the living room, before she went back to her earlier position upon seeing someone already making her way towards me as well, someone she knew she stands no chance against.
“Uncle Chris!” Alice, my niece wiggled out of her mother’s arms and ran into mine-her lips slanted upwards into a wide grin.
I got down on my knees, my arms opening just in time she jumped into it, her small arms going around my neck as she clung onto me tightly. I chuckled lightly, standing up with her in my arms and then making my way further into the living room as well.
“And the groot finally makes an appearance…” Grace, Alice’s mother and my younger sister stated dramatically, rolling her eyes in the process. She then pinned her dark orbs on me, her lips slanted into a slight frown. “…late as usual.” She added, unwilling to let me get off the hook.
“Well, some of us have a company to run.”
She hummed drily, unimpressed. “Why do I even bother with the workaholic?” She mumbled. “I’m sure you wouldn’t be here if not for Alice.”
“Why else would I be here? To stare at your ugly face?” I threw back, my eyes narrowed at her. “Oh please, I’ve been traumatized my whole life by it, spare me seeing you unless extremely necessary. Speaking of which, I wonder how Louis does it.” I shifted my gaze to her husband, Louis.
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