The Vindication Gents

Chapter 3.7

Charles Debrun’s POV

I kissed Kiara again and this time, there was a spectator. I don’t think that we would be gaining attention from this cold fellow. It seemed that he was interested in making acquaintance with us.

“Sorry, I did not mean to intrude on you guys,” he said as he was rubbing his neck. I can see that he was discomforted with our kissing that he just ruined.

“No offense, sir. We should be a disgrace. It was not supposed to be like this in public,” I said as I was hiding Kiara behind my body. I don’t want him to see Kiara’s aggravated face at all.

Not at once in her life would I want anyone to see it except for me.

“Well, I think I should get going now. Enjoy the rest of your night,” he said as he went inside his suite. I was staring at his retreating figure before Kiara was huffing behind me.

“Well, that went well,” she said as she was taking a deep breath. I turned around to look at her as she was still wearing that stupid, skin-tight bodysuit. I grabbed her hand as I dragged her inside the room and went to take a towel to give it to her.

“Shower, now,” I said as I was trying to control the anger inside me. Chris Virtanen has been looking at Kiara’s body and I have to get that sensation out of my mind right now. But, of course, Kiara was a stubborn girl.

Bad idea.

“I don’t have to do anything that you asked me. You’re not my boss,” she said as I was ruffling through the luggage to get the appropriate clothing for her. I was gritting my teeth as I didn’t want anything to slip out while I was mad.

“Kiara, don’t tempt me,” I said as I was trying to control my anger. I haven’t got this angry when I was with Sophia or perhaps when I was around Sabrina. But when I was around Kiara Hoffman, maybe I was not in control after all.

God, what was wrong with me?!

I took a deep breath as I was trying to control my anger. I need to get my thinking straight and be logical. Yes, I cannot let emotion control me. I have to control my emotions. Kiara scoffed as she was still standing in front of me.

“Why would I tempt you? You’re nothing to me. So I might as well go to another place to tempt someone,” she said before she threw the towel onto the floor as she was walking toward the door. Oh, doesn’t she dare to leave like that!

“Kiara, change. Now,” I warned her before she turned to look at me, arching her blonde eyebrows.

“Or what?” She challenged me. I was gripping my hands into fists as I was trying to control my anger. Do not lose it, Debrun. That’s what she wanted.

“Hmm, just as I thought,” she said as she went to the door. I cannot control it anymore. I had to get to her before she went out of the room. So, I did the only thing I knew. I strode to her in 3 big steps before I trapped her inside my arms as I was pushing the door to close.

“Charles, what the hell?” She said as she turned to look at me. She gasped as she looked at my face. I guessed I should have done this earlier so that she would obey me.

“What did I tell you? Do not tempt me,” I growled as I was trapping her close in my arms. I can smell the sweet apple blossom of her shampoo and body wash. That’s one thing I liked about her. Her scent calmed me down.

“You are not my father nor my guardian. And you certainly don’t have any authority on me,” she said as she was gritting her teeth. I smirked darkly at her as I was playing with her collarbone with one of my hands. She shivered.

“Do you want to bet on it, sweetheart?” I asked her as she was looking at me. Eyes were shooting daggers at me. If looks could kill, I was sure that Kiara was killing me with her icy glare.

“Hmm, even if I did, you would be the one to lose,” she replied as I was pushing my hands onto the door again, smirking at her new confidence.

“As you wish, but don’t cry afterward,” I said before I took her nape and kissed the s**t out of her.

Kiara Hoffman’s POV

What is the devil?!

Charles had never done this before. He was always a calculated fellow and, right now, my brain was shouting danger in every corner. Charles Debrun, the son of my father’s archenemy, was kissing the breath out of me.

His sweet lips were crashing over my lips as he owned it. I daresay that I tried to resist, but right now, my mind was preoccupied with his hot kisses. I snaked my arms around his neck as I was pulling him closer, to graze my aching n*****s since I first saw him for the first time after 5 years.

How much I hated this guy. You would not imagine it.

“Hmm,” was the only response that I could manage to get out. I had to get this lust under control, no thanks to him, as he was slipping his tongue to tease my lower lips. I gasped as his wet tongue tasted like honey. Oh my God! I might be imagining things right now.

“Now, you’re mine, Kiara,” he said as he was pushing me up the door as I was wrapping my legs around his torso. His broad, hard torso. I could sense that his hard budge in his pants was grazing my hot s*x. I cannot think, as I can only relieve myself from the pleasure of his hard body.

“Oh, Charles,” I said as I was angling my throat so that he could kiss and access more of my skin. Why did I do that? I don’t even know the answer to that. I must be an i***t right now, under his skillful lips.

Then, it hit me.

I was at that dinner when he stood me up. He left me alone and stood me up as he never came to claim me. And I was being a stupid girl at that moment. Believe that this handsome fellow would come and meet me at dinner as he promised.

How foolish I felt.

I gasped before I pushed him off. I needed to get out of his hands as I was sliding off from him but his hands were keeping me still there.

“Not yet,” he said as he was kissing my jaws and neck. I was groaning as I needed to get my rational thoughts back together inside my mind. I have to overcome this lust for him and I need to get some time to think about my reaction to this man.

“Charles, stop,” I said as I was pulling on his hair to get off of him. I had been forceful enough that he was breathing hard before I was being let down to touch the ground. We were breathing normally but I was still breathing hard.

“Would it be so hard to admit that you—“

“I would not do that if I were you,” I said as I was glaring at him. His smirk disappeared as I was pushing him to the side and I went to the luggage. I pulled it up as I was taking my backpack as well.

“Where are you going?” He asked as I was rolling my luggage to the front door.

“I will not be in the same room as you, Debrun. I would rather sleep on the street than share a room with you,” I hissed at him as I went to grab the knob. He stopped me.

“No,” he said.

“No? Who are you to tell me now about my own doings? And let me remind me, you’re nothing to me,” I snapped at him. His jaws clenched as I could tell he was trying to control his anger right now.

“Not when you were dressing like this,” he said as he was eyeing me up and down. I scoffed at him as I was shoving him to the side. He did not budge, unfortunately.

“Let me go, you brute,” I said as he was still gripping my wrist. After a while, he let me go but stepped in front of the door.

“If you can’t bear to be with me in the same room so much, then I will go and fetch another room but you will remain here,” he said as he was pointing his finger at me. I scoffed as I was crossing my hands in front of me.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” I asked him before he went to take his backpack and he was at the door, because I did not budge until he was out of the door.

“Now, stay put and I will come to get you when necessary.”

“Which is never,” I retorted at him before he glared at me. With his glare alone, I shut up before I cleared my throat.

“Very well. If that’s what you want,” I said as I was looking elsewhere at his face. I could see that he was nodding in my peripheral view.

“Until then,”

“Until then,” I said before he went out of the door and left me alone in the darkness of the room as I was trying to control my loneliness.

Do not feel it, don’t let it control you. You are better than this, I chanted as I was trying to hold my ground from going and seek Charles’ warmth.

What an i***t I was to ever let him out of my sight.