Chapter 41

▫️Stella pov...

Good morning my love.

I woke up and kissed him while hugging. Then we stayed like this for a few minutes and then we got ready for the day. After breakfast chris was doing his work in living room and I was playing with pumpkin.

I even posted her pics.

Later that day, I was playing with pumpkin in the living room when the front door slammed.

A high-pitched voice followed, and I looked up to see ... I think it's Mary bitch.

“Christian! We need to talk!” she snapped, her voice echoing through the room.

Chris raised an eyebrow, leaning casually against the banister. “And who are you to me. No one. So why should I talk with you ”

Mary’s face twisted in anger. “I should be someone for you. You’ve been avoiding me for days! Is it because of her?” She pointed at me, her manicured finger trembling.

I froze.

“Mary,” Chris said coldly, “Don’t embarrass yourself. I never gave you any reason to think we had something. Also I made it pretty clear to everyone she is my girlfriend, so you all bitches can just FUCK OFF.”

“Liar!” she spat, her voice shrill. “You went on date with—”

“ Bcoz your father arranged it nowhere in middle of meeting. And I smashed that date. I turned you down every single time,” Chris interrupted, his tone sharp. “If your delusion led you to think otherwise, that’s on you, not me.”

Mary’s eyes narrowed, and she turned her attention to me. “This little wench stole you from me, didn’t she?!”

Before I could react, Chris stepped forward, holding her neck tightly his eyes like ice. “Don’t you dare call her that,” he said, his voice dangerously low. “Stella has nothing to do with your fantasies. And if I ever hear you insult her again, you’ll not be alive to even regret it.”

Mary faltered, but her anger didn’t waver. “You hate cats, Christian! You threw my cat of the house when I brought one. So why bring one into your house?” She gestured towards kitten, who peeked out of my arms curiously.

Chris glanced at pumpkin, then at me. “Because Stella liked it,” he said simply, his tone dismissive.Mary’s mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. “You’re unbelievable,” she hissed.

“And you’re pathetic,” Chris shot back. “Now get out before I make you regret stepping into my house.”

Her face turned red, but she turned on her heel and stormed out, slamming the door behind her.

Chris sighed, rubbing his temples. "Why this bitch is so messy.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle, but I quickly hid it behind a cough.

That bitch got a good taste of insult.

Well done my arrogant love.

What she thinks of herself? I announce her as the slut who do have dirty eyes and filthy intrusive thoughts for my boyfriend. May be she undress him in her thoughts. But I can do this in real life.

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▫️Nick's POV...

Today, we decided to introduce pumpkin to the dogs. Stella looked nervous as she held the kitten in her arms, the tiny creature dwarfed by the three large dogs standing in the yard.

The dogs sniffed the air, their ears perked up, and one of them growled softly.

“Relax, guys,” I said, crouching down to pat them. “She’s a friend, not food.”

Chris laughed as the dogs slowly approached kitten, their tails wagging hesitantly. “She looks so tiny next to them. All they need is one bite. Should I tell them to have a bite, have a pumpkin."

"Don't you dare! Asshole." Stella shouted.

Chris laughed as he successfully teased her. That's how they both are.

The dogs sniffed kitten cautiously, and after a moment, their tails started wagging faster. Pumpkin, to my surprise, batted playfully at one of their noses.

“She’s braver than I thought.” Stella said, smiling.

After few minutes, she got comfortable and was rolling around in the grass, playing with the dogs. Shamelessly.

The sight of the tiny kitten surrounded by massive dogs was oddly adorable.

▫️Stella pov...

Later that evening, Christian was seated on the living room sofa, glaring at the kitten. She was trying to go near him and he was lifting his legs up.

“You look cozy,” I teased, leaning against the doorway.

He grumbled. “I didn’t invite her. Take her away.”

“I can't.” I said, smirking.

“Keep her away from me,” Chris ordered.

Nick smirked from his spot by the fireplace. “Oh, come on, Knight. She just wants to bond with you.”

Before I could intervene,  Nick grabbed my wrist, stopping me from retrieving the kitten. “Relax, Stella. Let’s see how this plays out.”

Pumpkin, undeterred by Chris’s glare, began climbing up his leg.

“Get her off,” Christian said, his tone cold.

“She likes you,” Liam teased, grinning as he watched the scene unfold. Chris shot a pointed look at the group. “Someone throw her away. Now.”

I waved dismissively. “She’s just saying HI.”

Pumpkin made her way to Chris’s lap, curling up near his that point,I'm jealous;  and pawing lightly at his hand. When he didn’t immediately move, she stretched out and licked his fingers.

For a moment, Chris froze, looking down at her as if she were a foreign object.

“She likes you,” Liam chimed, hiding a chuckle behind his hand.

Chris narrowed his eyes but didn’t react. Instead, he gently poked her with the barrel of his gun, trying to nudge her off his lap. Pumpkin, unbothered, settled deeper into his lap and closed her eyes.

“I’m not keeping you. Hey! Go away. Pumpkin." Chris muttered to kitten.

Eventually, with a long-suffering sigh, Chris lifted her by the scruff of her neck and threw her on the empty sofa next to him.

Pumpkin groaned in protest, giving him a look that seemed to say, Seriously? Dumbo. You threw me? The pretty Pumpkin Knight.

The room erupted in laughter, and even Chris couldn’t fully hide the smirk tugging at his lips.He then walked up to me with something in his hand. He extended it toward me—a small box, sleek and elegant.

“What’s this?” I asked.

“Open it,” he said, his tone unreadable.

I lifted the lid and gasped. Inside was a stunning foldable knife. The handle was engraved with intricate floral patterns, and the blade gleamed with a sharp, polished edge.

“This is beautiful.” I trailed off, running my fingers along the handle.

“It’s for you. Always keep it with you.” he said simply.

I looked up at him, my heart swelling with gratitude. “Thank you.”

He smiled and said, "Don’t hesitate to use it when it matters.”

“I won’t,” I promised, gripping the knife tightly.

This wasn’t just a gift; it was a symbol of trust and acknowledgment.

“Don’t lose it,” he added, stepping back. “And don’t stab me with it, either. But keep this cat away from me or else I'll use the knife.”

I laughed, twirling the knife in my hand. “No promises. I know you'll never, she got your last name.”

He then went to his room and I lifted my pumpkin in my arms.

She is intelligent in getting a boy even at this age.

But that's my man pumpkin and your dad. With this I playfully slapped her back and said"Don't get an eye on my boyfriend. I'll soon get you a cat."

She meowed in response. I know she understands what I says.