Chapter 100: His Twisted Fascination – II
“What am I doing? Well, I’m just kissing my fiancee on the cheek, that’s all,” Christian replied innocently. “Why? Do you want it to be somewhere else? For example…” Slyly, he reached out and touched her lower lip with the pad of his thumb, causing her to stare at him incredulously. “…right here?”
At this point, Camille had had enough.
Glowering, she broke free of his grasp and took a few steps back until her back was pressed against the stove.
The obvious disgust on her face would have been offensive if it weren’t for the fact that he had wanted to see it with his own eyes.
The sight of her face turning red with rage was mesmerizing to Christian. He wanted to do more. He wanted to break her completely until she was putty in his hands.
He stared back at her with a smile, not at all disturbed by her silent rage. After all, it was hard to be intimidated by a feisty kitten like that.
“Mr. Callahan, please don’t do that again,” she said quietly. It seemed to take every inch of her remaining willpower to sound as calm as possible.
“Why not?” Christian asked, the smile still on his face. “You are my fiancee. I have a right to, don’t I?”
“We are only marrying because of the contract,” she reminded him.
He shrugged. “Still, what does it matter? You will become my wife one day. You already agreed to that and signed the contract a long time ago. What else do you think a married couple does? Don’t they all show affection like this?” He smirked. “I’m sure you know exactly what I do with all the women I’ve had affairs with. Also, once we get officially married, you will be the only woman for me. Has it sunk in now?”
The look on Camille’s face was nothing short of amusing.
She seemed taken aback by his words, as if she had never considered such a thing before.
It was also a bit insulting, in a way. After all, Christian Callahan was one of the most sought-after bachelors in the country. He was at the top of the food chain, with captivating good looks and intelligence to boot. Women threw themselves at him knowing full well that they would only be considered side chicks. Mere flings.
They wanted his money, the satisfaction of being with a man like him, and the power to brag about it to others.
Of course, some dreamed of marrying him and enjoying all the benefits of being his wife. But that was pretty much impossible, and every woman knew that deep down inside, but they always thought that they had to at least try.
Because of this reputation he had, he liked to play around with Camille a little bit, testing her every which way to see if she really wasn’t attracted to him. If she really was different from all the others.
But no matter how many times he tested her, she remained consistent in her words, expressions, body language, and actions.
She really disliked him. She had no hidden agenda. She was not a gold digger, and the only reason they met was because she had accidentally saved his little sister.
It was funny how fate worked sometimes. Christian Callahan never believed in silly things like fate, let alone destiny, but maybe, just maybe… it had a hand in bringing Camille into his life.
“I am not doing anything of the sort with you,” she spat, each word filled with venom.
“We will have to eventually,” he reminded with a smile. “Don’t you know? My father expects grandkids.”
Camille instantly paled at his words. “E… Excuse me?” she stammered.
Christian had thought about it before, whether he wanted children or not.
Obviously, the answer was yes, because he wasn’t an immortal being and he needed heirs to carry on the Callahan legacy and business into the future.
He figured that Patricia would start a family of her own when she got older and more mature, but he felt better thinking that he would be the one to raise his own children, just like Gregory had done with him when he was young.
However, he never thought about having children with other women. That was a bad idea in itself. The woman would just use the child against him, and Christian did not allow any weaknesses, especially ones that outsiders would greedily exploit for their own selfish gain.
Camille, on the other hand, was probably going to be a good mother.
“Anyway, that’s just something for you to think about in the future,” Christian said simply. “For now, we will focus on more important things.”
She gave him a suspicious look. “Like what?”
“Like what you and Michael McGregor were talking about in the cafe earlier.”
She stiffened. “We…”
“I’m sure you two already got close by now, right?” Christian smiled, but now there was a dangerous glint in his eyes. “Did you find out anything significant that we can use against him? Or did you personally tell him about our relationship? If so, he must have been quite shocked.”
At that moment, Camille’s entire countenance changed. She actually looked a little sad, which was in stark contrast to her usual irritated, angry, stiff, or neutral expression whenever she was with Christian.
Seeing this, Christian’s lips pressed into a thin line, and he couldn’t help but narrow his eyes slightly.
This irked him more than he expected.
Why was it that she could show such a face when it came to Michael?
It was sometimes astonishing how much that man really took up a part of her life and how often he occupied her thoughts as well.
Something foreign began to stir in the pit of Christian’s stomach, but he couldn’t quite make out what it was.
All he knew was that he had to speed up his plans as much as possible, because he felt that if he waited any longer, there was a chance that Camille might actually leave him, despite all the threats.
That damned McGregor.
Christian couldn’t wait for the day when he would finally bring that family down and make the Callahans the top family in the entire country and, possibly in the future, the majority of the world.Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.
He was an ambitious man, yes. But he believed that nothing was impossible.
Michael McGregor would soon know exactly how it felt to see the woman he loved being snatched away and completely possessed by another man.
Christian would make sure of it.