The Forgotten Heiress novel Chapter 57

Her eyes must be failing her, she decided, because there's no way she had just seen her always sweet and composed sister slap Christian. She strained her ears in hopes of hearing their argument but she heard nothing. She had to grab on to the bench to keep herself from jumping up and snooping in on them.

"It is none of my business," she told herself and waited patiently for Dani to bring her the dresses.

Jessica didn't know it but the reason she didn't hear a noise from them was because Christian was using the oldest technique in the book to calm a female down.

He was kissing her senseless.

Danielle struggled and tried to push him away but he only held on tighter and kept kissing her into submission. Like a thirteenth century warlord, he laid siege to her walls until he broke down her defenses. He kissed her until she opened her fisted hands and laid them tentatively on his chest. Her surrender had triumph cruising through his blood; it was a heady feeling like no other he'd felt before.

Fearing the loss of his control; he drew her bottom lip into his mouth one last time, engraving her taste in his mind, before breaking the kiss and taking a step back. And when she looked up at him, with passion clouding her wide eyes, he had to fist his hands to keep himself from pulling her back into his arms and kissing her again.

Unused to all these feelings swirling inside of him; he fell back on his devil-may-care attitude and smiled at her. Never breaking eye contact, he rubbed his bottom lip with his thumb and told her. "You kiss as well as you hit and every time you slap me, I'm going to kiss you."

Danielle gasped and he didn't fail to notice the jerky movement of her hand. He leaned over and whispered. "Yes ma'am can I have another?"

Her hand jerked again and he raised an eyebrow expectantly but she lowered it down to her side and settled for a glare. "Stay away from me." She bit out. "Stop apologizing. I will never forgive you." Dani snapped around and headed towards Jessica's dressing room with her back ram rod straight, never once looking back.

Christian closed his eyes and wondered if this was what a drowning man felt like. As if his chest was slowly burning from the inside out. Knowing that he had no one else to blame for the pain but himself was the worst part.

If only he could travel back in time, he would go back and do things differently.