Sold To Lord Of SEX Chapter 37
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“Come with me to the living room,, I need you to see something.” She said taking my hands.
I couldn’t take off my mind from the incidents that just happen some minutes ago. My legs feel weak and jelly.
Mrs Lois picked Uriah up from his Honda.
As we both headed for the living room.
And instantly I was shocked by the sight before me.. I felt anger surged through me.
Not just that,, someone else that looks exactly like Kingston was seated on the couch..
Will I say his identical twins because I was,, somehow confused just that my Kingston was cuter than him.
He was just smiling weirdly at me... I swear I was losing it.
Are you shock to see me here huh? You little dîrty slût." She fummed.
“Am not surprised to see you here, a desperate chick as you will always do anything just to be with my Kingston.” I smirks.
“In whatsoever ever you do, don’t ever think that Kingston will love you, beside am his first love we’ve been through a lot together in the past.” She said while Mrs Lois watched us with a mixture of concern and surprised with Uriah in her arms.
“I sneered, ‘Oh, I see. Why didn’t Kingston consider all that before he chose me over you? What am I even saying? Which man in his right mind would settle for a counterfeit like you when he has the real deal?’
Prudent’s face turned red with anger, but I continued, ‘You’re just mad because you’ve been replaced, and you can’t handle it.’ I continued.
Mrs. Lois intervened, ‘Okay, that’s enough, girls. Let’s not fight over a man.’ But I stood my ground, ‘No, Mrs. Lois, let her talk. I want to hear more of her insults.’ I could see some of the maids smiling at the corner.
She walked up to me to slâp me …
To cut it short.. I caught her hands in mid air and gave her a resounding slap.
Leaving my five fingers imprinted on her cheeks.
” Dare you to raise your ūgly hands to slap me next time.” I yelled as she held her hot cheeks creasing it.
"Did you slap me?" She yelled furiously like a m@d dog..
“And I will do it over and over again.” I yelled.
“Come seat breakfast is served.” Mrs Lois said taking my hands as we left for the dinning table.
"Impressive, sister in law.. I can see that you are bold I love it.." The guy that looks more like Kingston whispered closely to my ears.
We sat down at the dining table, and just as we were about to start eating, Mr. Lois and Kingston walked in.
Kingston's eyes widened in anger as he spotted the mysterious man who looked identical to him.
The man, sensing Kingston’s mood, quickly stood up from the table.
Mrs. Lois handed Uriah to his nanny, who whisked him away from the living room.
The mysterious man tried to make a run for it, heading upstairs, but Kingston chased after him. He caught up and began punching him, his fists flying in a flurry of anger.
The scene was chaotic, with the sound of punches landing and the mysterious man’s cries of pain filling the air.
I watched in shock, unsure of what was happening or why Kingston was so angry. Mrs. Lois tried to intervene, but Kingston was too far gone, his anger consuming him.
I had never seen Kingston so enraged before, and it was terrifying me.
His eyes were blazing with a fierce anger, his face twisted in a snarl. Everyone was gathering to watch, their eyes fixed on the scene unfolding before them. The mysterious man’s face was covered in blood, courtesy of Kingston’s furious punches. He was stumbling backward, trying to defend himself, but Kingston was relentless.
“Stop, please! Stop, Kingston…” I cried, trying to pull him away from the guy. I tugged on his arm, but he shook me off, his grip on the mysterious man’s collar tightening. I tried again, pleading with him to stop, but Kingston pushed me roughly, and I fell hard to the ground.
The impact knocked the wind out of me, and I struggled to catch my breath. I looked up, seeing Kingston’s angry face looming over me, his eyes flashing with a fierce intensity. The mysterious man was taking advantage of the distraction to try and escape, but Kingston was too quick. He grabbed him again, his fists flying in a flurry of punches.
I scrambled to my feet, my heart racing with fear.
I had never seen Kingston like this before, and I didn’t know how to reach him. His anger was consuming him, and I was scared for the mysterious man’s safety. I tried again to intervene, but Kingston pushed me away, his eyes never leaving his opponent.
The scene was chaotic, with the sound of punches landing, the mysterious man’s cries of pain, and my own pleas for Kingston to stop. I was scared, not just for the mysterious man’s safety, but also for Kingston’s own well-being. His anger was consuming him, and I didn’t know how to bring him back from the edge.
As I watched in horror, I could see Prudent and Mr. Lois smiling in the corner, seemingly enjoying the spectacle. But Mrs. Lois was a different story altogether. She was beside herself, tears streaming down her face as she begged Kingston to stop his brutal assault.
“Kingston, please! Stop! You’re going to kill him!” she cried, her voice hoarse from screaming. But Kingston was beyond reason, his anger and rage consuming him completely. He didn’t seem to hear her pleas, or maybe he just didn’t care.
I felt a surge of anger towards Prudent and Mr. Lois, who seemed to be enjoying the show. How could they be so callous and cruel? Didn’t they care that Kingston was hurting someone badly? Didn’t they care that he was losing control and hurting those around him?
But Mrs. Lois’s tears and pleas only seemed to fall on deaf ears. Kingston continued to pummel the mysterious man, his fists flying in a blur of anger and aggression. I knew I had to do something, but what? How could I stop Kingston when he was like this?
“Kingston, please stop, stop already.” I cried and hugged him from behind… And instantly as of who was moved by my cries.. He stopped immediately.
Using the opportunity,, the guy crawled away in a hurry.
Kingston was about going after him but.. I tightened the hug.
“Kingston, please stop, stop already!” I cried, my voice shaking with desperation.
I wrapped my arms around him from behind, holding him tight. And instantly, as if my cries had reached deep into his soul, he stopped. His fists remained clenched, but he didn't throw another punch.
The strange guy, took advantage of the reprieve to crawl away as fast as he could, his face bloody and bruised.
Kingston’s eyes followed him, his expression still fierce with anger. He took a step forward, as if to give chase, but I tightened my hug, holding him back.
“Kingston, no! Let him go!” I pleaded, my voice muffled against his back. “Please, don’t hurt him anymore. You’re scaring me.” Slowly, gradually, Kingston’s tension eased, his shoulders relaxing, his fists unclenching. He took a deep breath, and then another, and finally, he turned to face me, his eyes searching mine…
Unlike the scary Kingston from just seconds ago, his blazing eyes were returning to normal, softening with a hint of remorse. He looked me straight in the eye, his gaze filled with a deep sadness. “I am sorry, Brittany,” he said, his voice low and husky.
I sniffled, my moist nose twitching as I burst into another round of tears. The fear and adrenaline that had been coursing through my veins began to dissipate, replaced by a sense of relief and gratitude that the violence had stopped. I sobbed uncontrollably, my body shaking with emotion as Kingston wrapped his arms around me, holding me close.
“I’m so sorry, Brittany,” he whispered again, his voice filled with regret. “I don’t know what came over me. I promise it will never happen again.” I cried even harder, my tears soaking into his shirt as he held me tight, his warmth and embrace a stark contrast to the cold, hard anger that had gripped him just moments before.
“What are you all looking at?” Mrs. Lois yelled, her voice stern and commanding. “Go back to your duties! This is not a spectacle for your entertainment!” She glared at the workers who had gathered to watch the scene unfold, her eyes flashing with annoyance.
The workers quickly scattered, returning to their tasks with a sense of urgency. The tension in the air began to dissipate, replaced by an awkward silence. Kingston still held me close, his arms wrapped around me in a gentle embrace. I continued to sob, my tears slowly subsiding as I felt a sense of safety and comfort in his arms.
Mrs. Lois’s expression softened as she looked at us, her eyes filled with a mix of concern and understanding.
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“Are you okay, Kingston?” Prudent asked, her voice laced with concern as she approached us.
I pulled away from Kingston’s embrace, my eyes flashing with anger. “As you can see, he’s fine,” I snapped, my voice bitter. “Just get your bitchy self out of here, Prudent. Your fake concern isn’t needed.”
Prudent’s eyes narrowed, her face twisting in annoyance. “I was just trying to help,” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “But I see you’re still as rude and ungrateful as ever, Brittany.”
“Take ya ass to the loo, for all I care.” I sneered.
“Take your ass to the loo, for all I care,” I sneered, my voice dripping with disdain. I turned my back on Prudent, dismissing her presence altogether.
Kingston’s eyes widened slightly at my harsh words, but he didn’t intervene. Instead, he gently took my arm and led me towards the room, leaving Prudent standing alone, her face twisted in anger and hurt.
As we walked away, I could feel Prudent’s eyes burning into my back, but I didn’t care. I was still shaken by the violent outburst I had just witnessed, and my emotions were raw and volatile. All I wanted was to get away from the tension and chaos, and find some peace and quiet to process what had just happened.
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Kingston led me to his room, and we settled on the bed, our bodies facing each other. I had a multitude of questions swirling in my mind, but one stood out above the rest. “Who is he?” I asked Kingston, my eyes locked on his.
Kingston’s gaze deepened, his eyes clouding over as if the memory of the mysterious man was painful. He exhaled deeply, his chest rising and falling with the effort, as if finding it difficult to speak about him. His silence stretched out for a moment, and I could sense the turmoil brewing inside him.
Finally, he spoke, his voice low and measured. “His name is Kingsley,” Kingston began, his words dripping with a mix of anger and sadness. “He’s my twin brother.”
“He’s been bad news since we were kids,” Kingston said, his voice laced with a mix of anger and sadness.
“He killed our mom. It was a windy day, the sky was cloudy, and it looked like it was going to rain. Mom was calling us in from the balcony, telling us to come inside. I ran in immediately, but Kingsley grumbled and complained, not wanting to go inside.
Mom thought we were both safely inside, so she went to pack up some clothes she had drying on the balcony… that’s when Kingsley pushed her roughly from the stairs.”
Kingston’s eyes clouded over, his voice cracking as he relived the traumatic memory.
“It was a three-story building, and she fell all the way to the ground. I remember hearing her scream, and then… nothing.
Kingsley just stood there, laughing maniacally, like he had enjoyed what he had done.”
I listened in horror, my heart going out to Kingston for what he had endured. No wonder he had such anger and hatred towards his twin brother.
Kingston’s eyes seemed to glaze over, lost in the painful memory. “I was only 10 years old, but I remember it like it was yesterday. After that, our dad sent Kingsley away, to a special school for kids with behavioral problems. I never saw him again, until we turned 16..
TO Be Continued
