Chapter 20
1377 Words
-Ethan Owen-
As I walked into the restroom in the event hall because I didn't want to go to the top floor, where my suite was. My c**k was rock hard, and I still couldn't believe what was wrong with me.
Shaking my head, I knew that I needed to get a hot bath to ward off my desire, and I tried to put up with my discomfort. As I massaged my c**k until I got some relief.
Turning on the faucet, I washed my hands and turned to leave the restroom, and I was taken aback to see Freya standing there.
"What are you doing here? This is the men's restroom. Do you know that you can get arrested for intruding on a man's privacy?" I asked Freya as I fastened my trousers' belt and walked up to meet her.
"I am your fiancée, Ethan. Why didn't you call me to help you with that? I sensed you were not alright, and I came over here to help you. You need me... please." Freya came closer, wanting me to kiss her and take her in the restroom. But I pulled away.
"No. It's not what I need, and next time, don't come into the restroom when I am there," I said sternly, walking past Freya as I walked out of the restroom and went back to the event hall.
For the rest of the event, I tried not to think about Eva, even as the runway show came to an end.
Festus walked up on the stage and gave his appreciation speech to thank all his sponsors who had supported his clothing launch.
He also gave a special shoutout to me, and I waved at him, even as he stood with all the models.
I caught Elora's eyes on me, but I didn't spare her a glance as I saw Freya glaring at Elora.
Freya might have misunderstood my intention, since I became uneasy after looking at Elora. But my unease had nothing to do with Elora.
When it was time to leave, I set out to leave the event hall.
Freya walked up to meet me, and she asked, "Aren't you going home?"
Some of my partners who had showed up at Norman's clothing launch, as well as a few new partners who wanted to partner with me, walked up to meet Freya and me.
"Mr. Owen, can I have a moment with you, sir? I have a presentation, and I am sure that you will like it," some of the new partners said, just as Freya and I were making our way out of the hall.
My bodyguards blocked them, and I waved. "All business proposals should be submitted at my company headquarters. I am only here for my brother's new clothing designs, and you all should collaborate with the Norman group."
"Mr. Owen, are you getting married soon? The gossip magazines broadcast that you were in a secret relationship with your assistant, Pete Edward. And this is why you have fired many female secretaries who tried to hit on you," one of the interviewers threw a bold question at me as the hall quieted down, while some guests were making their way out.
Hearing the interviewer's bold question, I realized I had fired hundreds of female secretaries that I couldn't keep count of.
I smiled and looked at the interviewer. "Of course. I will be getting married soon. Expect the news of my wedding invitation online."
"Mr. Owen, will the wedding be open to the less privileged, as you have a liking for them? Or is it a private wedding?"
Thinking about the inquiry, I shook my head. "I don't like public stuff. So it's going to be a private wedding. Thank you for the questions. You can all leave."
I made my way into my private elevator and rode up to my luxury suite on the tenth floor, and Freya stubbornly followed me.
"Ethan, we need to talk," Freya insisted, and I paused and looked at her face. Seeing her sullen face as we stood in the elevator together.
"What do you want us to talk about?" I asked her calmly, and she crossed her arms over her chest.
"Why were you staring at Elora like that, and did you also go to the restroom to masturbate because of her? Is she your secret hookup?" Freya asked, glaring at me as she caught me m**********g.
"No," I replied calmly, looking away as we rode to the top floor.
"So why did you go to masturbate, and you won't touch me? Are you gay?" Freya queried, and I shook my head.
"I am not gay," I replied calmly, meeting her brown eyes as she had fair skin too.
"Then prove it. Kiss me and show me that you are not a gay man," Freya demanded, and I looked at her red lips. My mind wandered off to Eva's pink lips that I had kissed the previous night.
My eyes darkened, but I looked away.
"I am not in the mood to kiss you," I admitted, but Freya stepped forward to meet me, making my head ache.
"You don't have to be in the mood. I can help you be in the mood," she offered, her voice soft as her hand reached for my chest to touch me.
I felt repulsed by Freya's touch, and I tried to put up with it, as I reminded myself that she is my fiancée, the woman whom my grandma wants me to marry.
"Ethan, I can kiss you first, and then you take me. You don't have to suffer alone by m**********g. I can help you out, please…" Freya looked at me with eager eyes as she stood in front of me.
"No," I looked away from Freya's face and informed her.
"You should go home. I will order my bodyguard to escort you," I said, wanting to call my top bodyguard, but Freya refused, and she grasped my right hand.
"I want you, Ethan. Please, I have been holding back for so long. It's not a must that we get married before we have s*x. Just take me." Freya reached to strip off her green dress in my elevator, but I put my phone away just as the elevator stopped on the tenth floor and unlocked.
"No, Freya. I don't like to quarrel. Just go home, and we will talk about the marriage later," I replied, my voice stern, and she peered at my face disappointingly as tears welled up in her eyes.
"Ethan, can I get a goodbye kiss from you?" Freya inquired, peering at my face with tears in her eyes.
"It won't be proper that my fiancé has never kissed me since the two years that we have been engaged by our family," Freya reminded me of the year of our engagement, when my father and her father made the announcement.
Taking a deep breath, I looked at Freya's face, and I tried to put up with her tantrums.
"I can do this," I encouraged myself as I drew next to Freya, just to give her a goodbye kiss. However, as I wanted to kiss her, I felt repulsed, but Freya stood patiently and waited for me to do it.
"You cannot kiss me?" Freya asked sadly, her voice broken, and I muttered, "I can."
Thinking about Eva, I tried to think that Eva was the woman that I was kissing, and I kissed Freya's soft lips and finally stepped away from her.
"Happy now?" I asked Freya, as my gaze darkened.
Freya smiled and nodded. "I won't bother you. Take care and goodnight," she said as I stepped out of the elevator alone while she rode down to the last floor.
I went to my suite, and the first thing I did was rush into my bathroom, grab my toothbrush, and brush my teeth and lips as I felt nauseous.
Unable to bear the irritated feeling, I puked and felt sick.
"It's just a kiss. Why do I feel this horrible?" I asked myself after splashing water on my face and head to calm my irritation.
My mind relaxed, and I exited my washroom and went to have a change of clothes.
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