Chapter 18
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Ronald's POV - Intercourse in the fitting room
I had to admit that even though the top of her dress wasn’t tied to her breast, she looked beautiful. The way she blushed in embarrassment also made her seem cute.
The truth was that I had sent Elain for a break, which didn't surprise her. I had told her earlier that I would take care of Erin myself.
When I turned Erin around, I caught a glimpse of her bare back, and her soft skin brought back memories of the night we spent together. However, her mixed signals confused me. It was clear she liked me, but it was equally apparent that she didn't want me too close.
I couldn’t help but wonder if her hesitation stemmed from disliking me or from worrying that Kevin would see us together. The uncertainty about her feelings, whether it was about wanting to keep her identity safe or still being interested in that jerk, frustrated me.
Despite my urge to pull the dress off her, I zipped it up. She seemed to want to escape from me, but I wasn’t ready to let her go yet, and I had my reasons. I caught her and positioned us in front of the mirror.
I had to admit, we looked like the perfect couple in formal wear, and I wanted to test the waters by asking if she would dump Kevin for me.
"What? How could you ask something like that?" she replied, frustration evident in her voice.
"You seem frustrated, but you didn't answer my question. Is it really that hard?" I asked, a broad smile on my face.
"Of course, it isn’t hard. We are getting ready for his succession ceremony. And besides, he is your half-brother for the Moon Goddess's sake!"
I couldn't help but laugh at how she still couldn’t give me a straightforward answer.
"Well, I think you shouldn’t be surprised by my question after spending the night with me. Unless you had a good reason for being with someone else."
The change in her expression made me feel sorry for her; it was clear she didn't relish the memory of her one-night stand with a stranger. However, I was in no rush to reveal my teasing and had my own way of uncovering what was on her mind.
"Don't you think we look better together, Erin?"
She sighed but didn’t make any effort to break free from my embrace.
"Ronald, please. You probably wouldn't even attend the ceremony. Are you even invited?"
She glanced at me, which made me smile again.
"Kevin told me clearly that he doesn’t want me there with him. What a shame," I said, stifling a laugh.
"Where is he?" she asked, her frustration evident.
"Do you really want to see him right now?"
My question only seemed to make her angrier.
"Yes!" she exclaimed. "That’s why we’re here—to check our outfits."
"Well, if you really want to see him, just remember he was fuming about half an hour ago."
"Where is he?" she asked angrily, so I shrugged and held her hand tighter.
"Come on, I’ll take you to him," I said, leading her out of the room.
As we walked down the corridor, she tried to free her hand a few times, but I held on firmly.
When we reached the door, I looked at her again.
"Are you sure—"
"Yes!" She cut me off, but as she reached for the doorknob, I held her hand to stop her from barging in. I put my index finger to my lips, signalling her to be quiet, which only made her frown.
I gently opened the door and pushed her inside, then closed it behind us and wrapped my arms around her waist, nudging her forward.
We didn’t need to go far, as the sounds of Zoe helping Kevin were clearly audible.
I moved the curtain slightly to create a small gap to show Erin what was happening, and she froze in place, watching in shock as her mate had s*x with Zoe from behind.
Zoe's skirt was pulled up on her back while she leaned on the commode. Her bra was pulled off her breasts, which Kevin cupped and massaged, while roughly pounding Zoe from behind.
The sound of their bare skin touching with each thrust echoed in the small room, and Zoe didn't even try to hide her pleasure.
"Oh yes, Kevin, yes. f**k me hard! Oh yes, make me c*m!" She moaned, which obviously aroused Kevin more, as he obeyed her.
"Do you like it when I f**k you?"
"Oh yes! c*m inside me, fill me in!" She moaned, which made Kevin pound her harder.
I gently pulled back the curtain, careful not to disturb them, and glanced at Erin. She looked hurt, which made my smile fade and prompted me to feel sympathy for her.
Without saying a word, she turned and rushed out of the room, heading back to the women's changing room. I followed her.
When she stopped, her expression revealed both sadness and anger.
"So, what do you want to do now?" she finally asked.
I shrugged and stepped closer to her, unable to resist tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
"How do I look? Will this outfit be good for the ceremony?" I inquired.
She sighed in frustration. "You aren't invited."
"You’re mistaken, Erin. I am invited, and I have a good reason for choosing an outfit that complements yours."
I walked behind her and wrapped my arm around her waist while looking at her reflection in the mirror in front of us.
"Haven't you asked for a driver to pick you up from the ceremony?" I asked. Noticing her stunned expression as she looked into my eyes, I leaned closer to her ear.
"Additionally, I'm not just assisting you in escaping; I've also prepared a gift that will make your revenge a bit more exciting," I said with a smile. "I think you’ll really enjoy it, and all I ask in return is a date. What do you say, Erin?"
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