Fated To Three, And I Broke Them All novel Chapter 40

Chapter 40: 40-Rubbing His Sausage Over My Nipples

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"Are you leaving already?" I asked Jaguar when I spotted him walking toward the door.

"Of course not," he replied with a smile.

However, I noticed his eyes linger on the way I was dressed.

I was wearing a short baby-blue skirt with soft frills and a white top with thin straps.

The top accentuated my figure nicely.

Even when I had looked at myself in the mirror, I had noticed how it emphasized my curves, making my waist appear slimmer and my hips look wider.

I’d curled my hair and applied my makeup, but I had gone for a natural look.

As I walked out carrying a tray of food for him, Jaguar’s gaze swept over me again before he looked back up at my face.

"Did you sleep well?" He asked, starting a little conversation.

"Yeah sort of," I mentioned the nightmare with hidden words.

After that, Jaguar was on the phone again, and I got the impression that he was talking to someone about fixing my door.

He also talked about cameras, and I was scared.

I didn’t want him to bring anyone over because I didn’t want cameras here.

"I’ll wait for the men to come over, fix the door, and then I’ll leave. Remember? I told you I would do that," Jaguar said with a smile.

I nodded faintly, acting as though I didn’t notice him getting harder in his pants at the sight of me.

"Although I don’t want cameras in here," I said casually, keeping my expression stony and stealing glances away from him because I didn’t want him to see my emotions and figure me out.

"But surveillance is really important these days," he commented.

"There is an unknown person who has been bothering me. There’s no number. I just get letters. There’s nothing I can do about it. The last thing I want is surveillance cameras getting hacked," I said calmly, trying to make him understand, even though I knew my excuse was probably going to fall flat because I was talking to an Alpha King.

He walked over, sat down, and checked out the tray filled with sandwiches, scrambled eggs, sausages, and the rest of the breakfast spread.

"Wow, I didn’t know you could cook," he said, grabbing a sausage.

"Oh, wait. Here’s the ketchup," I said dramatically, grabbing the bottle.

When I opened the lid and tried to pour it, I noticed him watching my breasts.

As I shook the ketchup bottle, my breasts bounced, giving him quite a view.

He was shameless, staring before finally looking up at me.

When he realized I wasn’t calling him out for it, I could tell he was relieved.

"Yeah, cameras—nobody is going to hack my fucking cameras, so calm down," he commented with a smile.

"Well, I don’t want any more help from you. I’ll get surveillance myself, okay?"

This time, I used a stern tone.

Before he could question me or ask why I was acting so suspicious whenever surveillance came up, I was already moving on to my next plan.

I squeezed the ketchup bottle in a way that made it squirt out, and a few drops landed directly on my breasts, right over my nipples.

Well, it wasn’t exactly planned, and I wasn’t sure it would work, but the moment it happened, his face turned pale.

"Oh, I’m so sorry. I’m pretty clumsy. I hope I didn’t get any on you," I said, reaching for a tissue.

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