Kelly’s POV
55 vouchers <fn1a74> Content originallyes from f?ndnovel</fn1a74>
<b>99 </b>
I was standing in front of the full length mirror while looking at myself when y knocked on my bedroom. I gave him my address to pick me up for the charity g tonight.
When he entered, our gazes met through the mirror. I smiled at him as he looked at me with his usual serious face. I’m wearing a ck gown and although my baby bump is now obvious, I could still proudly say that the shape of my body is perfect for the dress.
y slowly walked towards me and stopped behind me. For some reason, I found myself unable to take my eyes off of him through the mirror. He’s wearing a ck suit while his hair is waxed and brushed backwards. He looked so dashing and I can’t help but to silently praise his looks.
Without saying anything, y put a beautiful ne on my neck. The elegance of the ne
“You look perfect,” y whispered, which made me shiver as I felt his warm breath against the back of my ear.
When I looked at him through the mirror again, my eyes identally noticed his reddish lips, reminding me of the kisses we shared before. He had tasted me. He had touched me. But he never did something out of the line even after all the intimate moments we shared. I couldn’t help but to admire how he restrained his desire even when he clearly told me about his feelings.
How did I get this attracted to him? When did it start? And most of all, why?
I cursed myself when I felt an electricity all over my body after his finger identally brushed against my naked shoulder.
“Are you ready?” He whispered as he walked in front of me and looked at my face.
To hide the silly thoughts lingering in my mind, I smiled at him and nodded. He picked up my pouch and handed it to me before he offered his arm to me. I smiled again before wrapping my arm on his arm. I guess I just have to get used to having him by my side. Afterall, he’s my step brother.
***
The night was young and everyone was busy with their own world when we reached the event hall. There were media people everywhere and they immediately saw us.
“Mr. Carver, who is your date?”
“Mr. Carver, is she your girlfriend?”
“Are you Miss Kelly Monroe? The previous Vice President of the ADEpany?”
“Miss Kelly Monroe, there were photos of you and Mr. Anderson spreading online. Are you two in a secret rtionship?”
14:45 Wed, Sep <b>3 </b>
55 vouchers
Photos? I don’t know what they’re talking about so I looked at y. His face was nk as he looked at the reporters around us.
“What photos are they talking about, y?” I asked, whispering to y.
99
y was about to answer when another pair came and stood beside us. I suddenly felt suffocated after I met Pierce’s eyes. He looked shocked after seeing me here and even more shocked after he recognized the person beside me. His eyes showed a hint of anger, but I ignored him.
“Mr. Anderson, what can you say about the photos of you and Miss Monroe spreading online? Are they real?”
I swallowed hard and slowly looked his way again. My heart skipped a beat after I saw him staring straight into
my eyes.
“No. None of those were real,” he answered without taking his eyes off of me. I couldn’t help but to feel bitter. He’s saying that right after he confessed that he’s in love with me. I already let him go, but I couldn’t help but feel the bitterness because of what he said.
How long are you going to y with my feelings, Pierce?
“Kelly and I were best friends. It’s natural for us to meet. But those photos don’t mean anything. I’m already engaged and preparing to get married.”
I squeezed my eyes close. The suffocation worsened not until I felt a warm and big hand holding mine. When I lifted my face, I saw y looking at me while he intertwined our fingers.
“I’m sorry for not checking the guest list before inviting you here,” he whispered.
The burden in my heart somehow lessened. I gave him a smile and shook my head, “It’s not your fault.”
He held my hand tighter and was about to drag me out of that corner when the group of reporters went back in front of us. They seemed to notice our intertwined hands and I’m sure everyone noticed already.
“Mr. Carver, Miss Monroe, are you two in a rtionship?”
“Miss Monroe, your belly is unusually bumpy. Are you pregnant?”
The other reporter flocked around us after that question. I suddenly felt ufortable as they started throwing more questions about my rtionship with y.
“Miss Monroe, please answer us.”
“Mr. Carver, is she your girlfriend?”
y seemed annoyed. He lifted our sped hands, silencing everyone around us. This is a charity g, but I feel like we’re being interrogated. I held y’s hand tight, silently telling him that I want to leave.
“If you can see her tight grip on my hand, that means she’s ufortable. Let us through. We came here for the g, not for the interview,”
y looked at me again and gently dragged me out of that corner and while we’re walking away, I felt
14:45 Wed, Sep <b>3 </b>
<b>55 </b>vouchers
everyone’s eyes on us. I don’t know if Pierce is looking too but I feel like he is. That made me even more ufortable.
<b>99 </b>
y brought me to an empty round table. He pulled a chair for me and made me sit. When he sat beside me, he held my hand again and I admit that it made mefortable knowing that I’m not alone in this crowded ce.
We didn’t finish the event. After y donated a huge amount, we immediately left. He offered to take me back home and I didn’t refuse. While we’re waiting for the valet to get his car, I suddenly felt my ankle hurting. y must’ve seen it and kneeled his right knee in front of me.
“y,” I called in shock but he ignored me.
He started massaging my ankle and I admit it’s helping.
“I should’ve brought your slippers,” he said as he lifted his face and looked at me.
I smiled awkwardly. He continued massaging my ankle until his car parked in front of me. I was about to walk towards the passenger seat when he suddenly lifted me from the ground, carrying me in his arms as he walked towards the passenger seat and the valet opened the door for us.
“You don’t have to do that,” I said after he put my seatbelt on. But I’m thankful for everything he’s been doing.
He went to the driver seat and looked at me as he answered, “But I want to.”
I just smiled. He started driving silently and I just watched the night sky from the window. When we reached my apartment, I was shocked when I saw Pierce leaning his back against my closed door. His hands were inside his pocket and he’s still wearing the same suit he was wearing in the event.
He must’ve felt our presence, he lifted his face and looked at me. His answer to the reporter about our photos online came rushing back in my mind. Anger overpowered me.
“Kelly…” He called my name and was about to walk towards me when I grabbed y’s arm and pulled him down as I lifted myself and reached his lips.
In front of Pierce, I kissed y without thinking rationally. My mind was in chaos. All I know is I don’t wanna talk to Pierce tonight. I don’t even wanna see him and if kissing y in front of him would drive him away, I’ll do it over and over again.