Christopher should still be at the recital, so why would I head over to the presidential suite at Fiesta Hotel? The thought of that shocked me deeply, and I ran up to her car as I asked, “What do you mean by that, Mrs. Lane?”
Julia simply ignored me and told her chauffeur to start driving. The chauffeur then reversed the car a bit and drove past me so skillfully that it didn’t even touch the hem of my shirt.
It’s been two hours, so the recital should’ve ended by now… I thought to myself as I checked the time. Not wanting to wait any longer, I quickly hailed a cab for Fiesta Hotel. I received a call from Christopher on the way there, and I asked immediately after answering the phone, “Where are you, Chris? Are you in Room 302 of Fiesta Hotel right now? I’ll come see you right now!”
While I heard no response from Christopher, Monica’s voice came on the other line, “Will you please look at me, Chris? I love you so much!”
“F*ck off!” What followed was the sound of heavy objects falling on the floor, and I even heard a glass cup being smashed to pieces in the background. It was so loud that it made my heart skip a beat.
“Stop trying to hold it in, Chris! The drug that my father gave you is incredibly powerful, and you must have sex within an hour after consumption or you’ll be impotent for the rest of your life! You’re not seriously going to give up on your manhood for Yvonne’s sake, are you?” Monica asked while sobbing.
“I told you, Monica… I only see you as a sister, and who in their right mind would have sex with their sister?” Christopher’s voice was trembling when he said that, and I could tell from his heavy breathing that he was trying his hardest to suppress his urges.
“That’s not what I want! Even if I must be your sister, I want to be one that you would hug and love like a normal woman! We’re not related by blood anyway, so what’s the problem with giving me a hug? All I want is you, and I don’t mind the fact that you and Yvonne are married! I’m willing to sacrifice my pride and dignity if that’s what it takes to be with you!” Monica kept trying to get closer to him, but Christopher would throw the stuff on the table at her whenever she did.
“Monica… I’ve made it very clear that I don’t love you, nor do I feel anything else toward you! Yvonne is the only person I love, so you’d better not do anything you’ll end up regretting! Let me out of here right now!”
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