HIS SWEET REVENGE

Bryan’s POV

I don’t know if it is the touch of the cold water on my body that makes me jerk my head up or the touch of Celine’s hand on my shoulder.

With the same usual innocent face, she rubs the soap on my body till my body is full of soapy bubbles, the water from the shower washing down her face and mine.

When she told me she wanted to bathe me, I thought she was kidding until she moved closer to me and began to help me take my clothes off.

Amazed is an understatement because it was hard to believe that Celine is the one doing this.

The last time I asked her to take my clothes off for me, she was trembling and sweating all over. But right now, she is doing this as if she knows what exactly she wants to do.

I ball my fist when her hands trail over my chest, making an effort not to do anything funny.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

I no longer want to do this. What was I even thinking? Why did I even allow her to push me into the bathroom when I could have stopped this from happening?

I blurt that out just to know if what she did while she was massaging me was on purpose and now I am in this mess.

“Close your eyes”, she says softly and my eyes squeeze shut instantly without bothering to ask her what that is for.

I don’t know how I am feeling. It feels strange and different. I don’t know what to make of this.

Is this right? Celine is someone I don’t like, why am I allowing this?

Her hand touches my face and she rubs the soap on my face, the water washing it off with her hands on it and my eyes still closed.

I feel her hands going down, trailing my muscular arm until it settles on my stomach and I open my eyes to see her kneeling down.

My breathing increases and my eyes grow wide in fear because I am thinking she is about to give me a head.

But she doesn’t do that. Instead, she grabs my manhood and rubs the soap on it, letting a groan escape my mouth.

“Celine, stop!” I force myself to say as I wince in pain when my manhood hardens in her hand.

She looks up at me with surprise before rising. “I should stop?”

“Yes”, I grit my teeth, breathing heavily. The moment she let go of me, I felt her absence immediately.

“You asked me to bathe you and that is what I am doing”, she whispers into my ears. I release my tightened fist and grip her two hands, shaking her.

“I didn’t ask you to do this to me”, I yell, the water slapping my face and muffling my voice.

“What am I doing?” She asks me with an innocent look on her face.

Silence falls as my chest heaves up and down with my thoughts jumbled. I don’t even know how this happened or what is happening.

She wrenches herself from my grip, her face becomes defiant and her clothes completely wet.

“Next time, don’t dare me. You threw a challenge my way and I took it”, she confesses and turns to go out.

I almost stopped her from going out but I was too shocked by her admittance to stop her. I watch her go out and I curse beneath my breath, turning off the shower.

“F**k!”

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Celine’s POV

I climb into bed, puffing out the air I don’t know I have been holding in while I was peeling off the wet clothes off my body and taking a quick hot shower.

This is unbelievable!

I can’t believe I actually did that. Bryan let me hold him. I almost seduced him?

“Oh, my God!” I facepalm myself, turning carefully on my side so as not to wake the sleeping Jason.

I was too busy with his father to know when he was brought in here deep asleep. Tomorrow is his day and Camilla and I plan to wake up early to bake his favorite cake before decorating the living room.

We got his birthday suit in the first shopping I went with Camilla. Everything is set except for the cake.

My mind drifts back to Bryan and the silly thing we did in the bathroom. He seems to be enjoying it and that was giving me the courage to go ahead.

He ruined the moment by asking me to stop.

I keep tossing in bed. No matter how hard I try to take my mind off it and pretend as if it never happened, it keeps bugging me.

I don’t feel remorseful for what I did because he asked for it. I only did what he instructed me to do. He should suffer for it and probably take another cold shower before heading to bed.

A smile tugs my lips and I sit upright, thinking of how proud his mother would be when she gets to know what I did and how he almost lost his self-control.

God knows I almost thought Bryan had become impotent and can never be aroused by anything or any woman. But this has just proven that he is ok and capable of being horny or having sex with a woman.

This will surely make my plan better. It makes it much easier and sweeter.

After a few more minutes and I can’t find sleep, I step down from the bed without making a sound. My eyes are wide awake and I don’t feel sleepy.

I guess this is because I took a nap this afternoon when I came back from shopping or probably because I am excited about tomorrow; Jason’s birthday and launching my new dresses or even because of what happened between me and Bryan.

I wonder what would have happened if he hadn’t stopped me from going on. It took me a whole lot of courage to do all of that.

I open the door noiselessly and move out, finding my way to the living room. I will just scroll through my phone to take my mind off everything, maybe I will begin to feel sleepy after a while and then I will go back to the room.

I don’t intend to call Paxton again because I am mad at him for hanging up on me. I need to let everything sink in and accept the reality and the fact that Paxton has been pretending to be someone else to me all along.

I sigh and hear footsteps from the staircase. In curiosity, I glance up to see Bryan coming downstairs in his sleepwear with his attention on his phone.

Quickly, I shoot to my feet, my face flushing red in embarrassment. I didn’t know I would see him again this soon.

Before I can move, he looks up and our eyes interlock. He clears his throat and looks away while I make my way past him.

It is obvious he is finding it difficult to fall asleep too and I feel responsible for his situation.

“Celine”, he calls out but I don’t stop. I can’t talk to him, not now. I can’t look him straight in the face after what I did to him an hour ago.

No!

“I’m sleepy, Bryan”, I lie without looking back and without stopping. “See you tomorrow.”

He does not reply so I fake a yawn to add to my point as I dash into my room, slamming the door shut with my heart thumping wild within my ribcage.