Chapter 2 He Took My First Kiss

I quickly pushed against his chest with my hands, struggling to get my breath. "Why did you kiss me?!" I asked into his eyes. My eyes suddenly opened wide. "My first kiss! You just took my first kiss ... " I said as I cried. I can't believe I gave my first kiss to a man I just met. I don't even know what his name is.

His eyes flare momentarily in surprise, then he suppressed his laughter seeing my crying face. My face must look like a yellow ugly duckling now.

When I feel his soft, warm hand on my cheek, I suddenly forget my tears. His soft blue eyes fell onto mine and held my gaze. "Don't cry. You look ugly when you cry," he said. His voice is soft, teasing.

I don't know why I can't take my eyes off of him. My heart is pounding, my cheeks are burning. A devilish smile played on his lips, his eyes turned naughty seeing my expression. His gaze crawled from my eyes to my lips. The alarm in my body suddenly went off when he wanted to savor my lips again.

"UGHHH!!!" he whimpered in pain as my thigh kicked his balls. Before he could blink, I quickly ran out of the room as fast as I could, leaving him who was holding back the pain while holding his balls.

As I got into the VW, I quickly locked the door. I put my hands on my chest as I catch my breath, struggling to calm my racing heart. "Vivian! What's wrong with you?! Why you crying in front of him?! Why did you tell him he took your first kiss?!" I scold myself. I never acted so recklessly before. I became a fool when I was in front of him. He made my brain stop working.

I thought for a second he was a gentle, handsome man with a good heart, but I was wrong. He was no different from the other men. All they have in mind is to fuck me and throw me out like trash when they get bored with me. I hate them all!!!

I quickly buckle my seat belt, start the car and drive the car away from this place. I will never want to see that man again forever.

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"Find out who that girl is. I want to know everything about her," Christian Wayne, who was sitting on the sofa in the VIP room of a luxurious nightclub, said with a serious look to his man who was standing before him.

"Yes, sir," the man answered obediently with a polite bow and left the room.

Christian places his elbows on the arms of the sofa and steeples his fingers in front of his mouth. All he could see and think about in his mind right now was Vivian Grace. The girl who rejected him and kicked his balls. He chuckled, remembering her face when she cried and how innocent she was. He had never met a girl like her before. She made him crave to fuck her. He had taken her first kiss, and he couldn't wait to take her virginity.

The door to the room opened and a beautiful, sexy woman wearing a tight black short dress walked into the room. She furrowed her brows in wonder, as Christian was oblivious to her presence. As she sat next to him, she put her hand on his strong thigh. "What are you thinking of?" she asked, sliding her hand slowly higher along his thigh.

Her soft voice and her touch roused him from his thoughts, making him look into her eyes. "What are you doing here?" he asked. It was clear in his face and eyes he wasn't expecting to see her.

She stopped her hand. Sadness and disappointment filled her eyes. "I wasn't expecting to hear that after we haven't seen each other in over a month," she said with tears in her eyes.

"I already told you we don't need to see each other again," he said sternly, ignoring her sadness, her tears.

She couldn't help but cry. "Please don't say that ..." she begged, holding his arm. "You know I love you so much. Please don't leave me ... I can't live without you!"

He gave her his gentle smile with a cold look in his eyes. "I never loved you and never will. I only use you for sex," he said. His voice was as gentle as his smile, as cold as his eyes.

"Why?! Why are you being so mean to me?!" she asked, crying as her heart shattered into pieces. "I've never done anything wrong with you! Why do you have the heart to treat me like this?!"

He put his hand on her cheek, gazing deep into her eyes. "You did nothing wrong with me. The only mistake you made was falling in love with me. You should have run from me before I fucked you," he said in a deep whisper.

He gave her his gentle smile one last time before he stood up from the sofa, walked out of the room casually as if nothing had happened, leaving her crying with a broken heart.

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When Christian got into his car in the parking lot, his cellphone suddenly rang. He took it from his jacket pocket. He sighed, trying to be patient as he found out who was calling him and answered the call.

"Young master!" his butler said in a panic. "Your grandpa suddenly passed out. You must go home now to see him," he said and cried.

Christian sighed again. "Can you stop acting?" he asked his butler. "Tell grandpa I'll be home soon," he said helplessly. His butler suddenly stopped crying. "Yes! young master," he said. His voice sounded cheery, like he was smiling.

Christian hangs up the phone and puts the phone back in his jacket pocket. He put on his seat belt, started the car and drove the car, leaving the place.

After nearly 20 minutes of driving, Christian finally arrived at his mansion. The mansion is so luxurious and majestic, like a palace. He gets out of his car, walks into the main entrance, and heads straight upstairs to his grandpa's room.

As he walked into the room, he saw his grandpa was lying on the bed in his white pajamas with his nightcap on his head. He walked over and sat on the bed. He held back his laughter seeing his grandpa, who was pretending to faint. His eyes were closed, but his eyeballs were moving left and right.

Christian suddenly has a naughty smile on his face. He put his hand on his grandpa's forehead. "He has a fever," he said in a panic, worried. "I have to call the doctor now! Let the doctor come here and inject him to bring down his fever."

Before Christian can blink, his grandpa suddenly opens his eyes wide. "No! Don't call the doctor! I don't have a fever! I don't want an injection!" he said in a panic.

Christian broke out laughing, seeing his grandpa's face like a child who was afraid of being injected. His grandpa's face turned into a stupid donkey when he realized that his beloved grandson was playing a prank on him.

His grandpa then sat up, leaning his back against the headboard. "Why did you reject that girl? This is already the twentieth time you've done that," he said, smiling at his grandson as he tried to be patient with him.

"No. It's not the twentieth time but the twenty-first time," Christian replies. Christian stifles a laugh at the sight of his grandpa's face, which is about to explode with fire coming out of his nose and ears.

"Why did you reject all the beautiful girls I introduced to you?! I want you to get married soon so I can see my grandchildren before I die and you won't be lonely anymore."

Sadness suddenly overtook Christian upon hearing what his grandpa said. He held his grandpa's hand with his eyes fixed on his. "Please never leave me. You're all I have," he said, with tears filling his eyes.

His grandpa felt so sad that it brought tears to his eyes. "I truly wish I will always be with you, but everyone has to grow old and die. That's why I want you to find someone who truly loves you with all her heart and live happily with her," he said. There was sadness, worry, and hope in his voice and eyes.

Christian chuckled in disbelief. "There is no such thing as true love. All women are the same. All they have in mind is money and sex!" he said in disgust.

His grandpa sighed sadly. "I've told you many times. Not all women are like your mom. There must be a good girl out there waiting for you, and you have to find her."

"I told you! Never mention her in my ear again! She's rotting in hell now! If she didn't have an affair with that man, dad wouldn't have died of a heart attack! She killed him!" Christian said angrily. His grandpa was silent, seeing his grandson burning with anger and revenge.

Christian then stands up from the bed, holding back his anger. "I'm tired. I want to rest now," he said without looking into his grandpa's eyes. Just as he was about to take a step, his grandpa held his arm. "Christian, wait. Have you found her yet?" his grandpa asked with sadness filling his eyes.

"Why are you still looking for her all this time?!" Christian asks with anger burning in his eyes. "She is not a child born of your son, but from that whore's affair!"

His grandpa sighed sadly. "I know you hate your mom and so do I. But that child is innocent. She is your sister," he said in a sad voice.

"She will never be my sister. If I find her, then I will make her life hell," Christian says in a deep, angry voice. His eyes said he really meant what he said. He then walked out of the room in anger while his grandpa had tears in his eyes.