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🎉🎉NEW STORY ALERT 🎉🎉
Titled: WHAT DREAMS ARE MADE OF.
📝 BY ANNA RAMAKSON ✅
‘And he covered herl-ips completely with his. Chrissy was too shocked to realize what was happening. She hated this man with all her guts and he had always returned the favor. Uptill now. So what has changed now? Nikloi Swaroski, her worst enemy ever, was k!ss!ngher!’
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Meet Chrissy, Christina Smith. Girl who couldn’t have imagined in her wildest dreams that Nikloi Swaroski or for that matter any man would k!ssher. She was not the one to make men’s head turn. Hell, she was not even stared at!
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Meet Nikloi Swaroski. Cold, ha-rd and ruthless businessman who knew only one thing. How to make money. And he knew it well. Not the one to waste time on girls or their ro-mantic liaisons.
So why was he k!ss!ngher?
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Find of why, on this ro-mantic story
WHAT DREAMS ARE MADE OF ✅
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🔑 Episode_1
And he covered herl-ips completely with his.
Chrissy was too shocked to realize what was happening. She hated this man with all her guts, and he had ignored her till now, as if she didn’t exist. So, what changed suddenly? Why was Nikloi Swaroski, her worst enemy, k!ss!ngher?
She couldn’t have imagined in her wildest dreams that Nikloi Swaroski or for that matter, any man would k!ssher like this. She was not the one to make men’s head turn. Hell, she was not even stared at! So why was he k!ss!ngher?
Her br@in raked throu-gh her s-en-ses to answer the questions raiding her mind. But even as she struggled, she was pu-ll-ed out of her shocked state by an urgent tug at her lowerl-ip. Nikloi Swaroski was gently b!tt!g herl-ips to f0rç£ her to open her mouth. She felt too claustrophobic along with a great surge of fear. Fear gave rush to adrenaline which quic-kly gave way to anger.
How dare he k!ssme? She scowled. Pushing against him with all her might, using her hands, fists and legs, she twisted and writhed as much she could in the limited space they were in. That’s when she heard a voice, his voice. “Be still,” he said.
She was stunned.
He asked me to be still? While he was ravaging myl-ips as if I was a candy on his conference room table? No!
She continued with her struggle to free herself and slammed her right fist into his che-st. He gro-an ed and muttered something like a curse. She wasn’t sure. But then she heard him gritting against his teeth, hisl-ips still glued to hers, “Are you deaf, girl? I said, BE STILL.”
Chrissy couldn’t believe her ears. The man was k!ss!ngher and at the same time ordering her to stay still. Who does that ? She wondered, bewildered by his actions. And even if some maniac did, she wouldn’t know. She had no experience of being k!$$£d.
Despite being highly distressed, there was something in his voice that told her not to defy him. So, there she was, locked in his arms. His one hand encircling her w@!st while the other was holding her n£¢k. He turned her face so he could have a better access to herl-ips, su-cking them as if he didn’t have anything else to do all day. Her hands curled up into ti-ght fists. She tried not to flin-ch when he tugged at her lower l!pagain.
Oh!
The man was insufferable. She hated him for everything wrong in her life. And even more for k!ss!ngher like a mad man. But worst, at that moment, she hated herself for letting him do this to her. But regardless of what she thought, the onslaught continued. She br@ced herself to get it over with, holding onto her anger.
But ap@rt from her anger, she was experiencing something else too, something she couldn’t clearly un-derstand. In her twenty-two years of life, she had never known a man inti-mately. Despite her strong de-sire to kick him ha-rd , she found herself standing still in his arms. Hisl-ips continued their conquest and with every second she felt something twitch de-ep inside her.
Her br@in seemed to be trying to s£nd her the signal, Get out! Get out now before-.
Before what?
She didn’t know. All she knew was that she had to get out and that too quic-kly. She again pushed both her arms against his che-st to get him off her but try as she might, she was not able to succeed. Hisl-ips were still su-cking hers.
Suddenly she felt too drained. As if he was su-cking out her life throu-gh herl-ips. She wanted the k!ssto st©p. She also wanted the struggle to st©p. She was finding it difficult to continue with her resistance. Her b©dy was dogged tired by now with this bizarre situation. She felt she couldn’t survive the attack on herl-ips and her s-en-ses any longer. She was losing the battle to continue standing and was just about to go limp in his arms when the unexpected happen. Again.
He straightened up and let go of her completely. She would have fallen, if not for the wooden conference table just behind her back. She placed both her hands on the table to steady herself. Blinking a couple of times, she tried to adjust to this sudden change. Herl-ips throbbe-d with a completely new s-en-sation and her heart pounded heavily in her che-st. She struggled to come to terms with what had just happened.
Did Nikloi Swaroski just k!ssher, long and silly, out of the blue, and then stand as if nothing had happened?
She gaped, going a bit crazy herself. He, on the other hand, had moved back a step or two and was regarding her with an unre-adable expression. She couldn’t un-derstand but could see it was neither happiness nor remorse. Then why did the mad man do it?
Chrissy’s mind went wild with confusion. Without realizing, her f!ngersreached up and t©uçhed herl-ips. They felt different.
There was a flash in his de-ep blue eyes for a micro mini second as he watched her t©uçh herl-ips, but it was gone even before she fully registered it.
If she was angry earlier, she felt a burning rage now. She wanted to scream and punch the face that had just k!$$£d her. pu-lling herself to her full five feet three inches, she spit out in anger,
“What the hell do you think you are doing? How dare you t©uçh me?”
He seemed to have no issues with her rage. Instead he appeared as cool as a cu¢v-mber. Raising his left eye brow, he questioned, “t©uçh?”
Oh, the man! He had been k!ss!ngmyl-ips as if sipping iced tea and has the audacity to question my vocabulary? She seethed inside.
“k!ss!” She hissed. “How dare you k!ssme? Who do you think you are? And more importantly, who do you think am I?”
“That is simple,” he said. “I am Nikloi Swaroski and you are the girl who happened to be at the right place at the right time.”
Chrissy thought her ears were failing her, not believing what she heard him say. Frustrated, she almost screamed, “I know who you are. I am asking why the hell you k!$$£d me.”
“I just answered that few seconds ago,” he said.
“And is that all you are going to say?” She continued in her bewilderment.
“What else is there to say?” He said raising an eye brow again.
Chrissy knew there was no way one she was going to get anything out of the arrogant snob. And her self-respect prevented her from pleading for an explanation for k!ss!ngher s-en-seless. But that didn’t mean she was going to forgive him. She vowed silently to herself that she would somehow make the evil man pay for all his wrong doings in the past and the pres£nt, especially the pres£nt.
With that she gave him one last spiteful look, pouring out all her hatred in that look, and turned away to walk out of the conference room. But before she could step out, Ms White, his secretary, rushed inside the room. Chrissy wanted to leave but Ms White was blocking the door.
Looking worried, she ignored Chrissy and spoke hurriedly to Nikloi Swaroski. “Sir, Ms Malkovich was very upset. She said that she is pu-lling out of the Regiment Estate deal. She thr-, I mean, she left the deal papers while leaving.”
Pain stricken, she continued, “I am sorry, Sir, if it was my mistake. I s£nt her here to meet you in the conference room, thinking you would be free by now.” She said staring at Chrissy. It was the first time she noticed her in the room.
“You did nothing wrong, Ms White,” said Nikloi. “In fact, s£nding Susan here at that very moment was the best thing you did
today.”
Chrissy could see confusion written all over Ms White’s face just as she was sure, it would be evident on her own face as well.
“I was, kind of busy, when Susan c@m£ in and fortunately, she saw me occu-pied elsewhere. Going by the look she gave before leaving, I don’t expect to be disturbe-d by her anymore,” he told his secretary while his eyes were fixed on Chrissy all the time.
Ms White was still thor0ûghly confused about the whole thing. She looked at her boss and then the girl who was standing in the room. Isn’t she the girl who c@m£ to meet Mr Swaroski in the afternoon? What was she still doing here? Ms White thought.
But she knew better than to question her boss and decided to leave him with whatever he was discussing with the girl. She thanked him and hurried out. Just when Chrissy was also about to follow her, he called out to her. “Don’t let that k!ssgo to your head. Susan nee-ded the message and you served it quite well.”
It was only then that his words finally registered on her.
This woman, what’s her name? Susan. Yes, Susan saw him k!ss!ngme and he seems to be happy about it. That is, if having straightl-ips can be called happy!
So, did he… Did he k!ssme to drive that woman away!
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If looks could have killed, Nikloi Swaroski would have been a dead man right then. Chrissy felt disgusted by the man standing in front of her. He had k!$$£d her only to avoid meeting another woman. She felt used by him. The man was an insult to all women, she thought.
She wanted to hit him ha-rd on his face and wipe off that arrogance. Instead she just answered, “Oh don’t worry. That k!sswas ha-rd ly worth remembering. I wouldn’t waste my time on it.”
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