The First Date.
1203 Words
Katy’s Point of View
Within less than twenty-four hours, there were a hundred times that I felt I wanted to choke Mark, and a thousand times I felt like I wanted to kiss him. He flips from being nice to arrogant within seconds. I don't know how someone can change so quickly. The fact that we will sign a contract and have boundaries might help me forget the kiss we had and the taste of his lips. I will consider him a person doing me a favor and will try to be friends with him.
It’s Saturday evening. Mark left a few hours ago. He didn’t give me much time to think, and I have to give him an answer tonight at dinner. He arranged to send me my car from the wedding venue, so what we discovered about our mysterious night is that he drove me home last night.
My phone rings, distracting me from my lost thoughts. It’s my mom.
"Hi Mom,"
"Hi Katy"
"How are you?" I asked her. I knew by now my father had told her what happened, and she took her time to calm down and talk to me because she didn’t want to hurt my feelings.
"How am I? My only daughter got married without even telling me. I was waiting for your wedding from the moment you were born, and my only wish was to see you in the wedding dress walking down the aisle, and what did I get? Nothing. Nothing at all. " She choked, and I could feel the pain in her voice. It's heartbreaking.
I feel horrible. The lie I told caused pain to the people I love the most.
"Mom, please listen to me. I... I didn’t mean to hurt you. I wanted to be with the person I loved. You know how it is when you are crazy in love. I am so sorry. I can’t bear it if you stay upset with me. You know, I would do anything for you, please. " I begged her desperately.
"Ok, Katy, I want to stand by your side on your special day. I want you to forget about the marriage you had and have a normal wedding ceremony."
"Mom, please don’t..."
She stops me and says:
"Katy, this is my only wish."
"Alright mom, fine, I will plan a wedding ceremony."
After my conversation with my mom, I know that I have no choice other than to accept his offer, but I don’t know how I will convince him to have a small ceremony on my expenses, of course. I don’t want to upset my mom. She sacrificed a lot for me in my life. There was no point in waiting till dinner to call Mark and give him my answer.
"Hi Mark."
"Hi, Katy."
Regarding our conversation earlier, I accepted your offer. We will have a contract marriage. "
"Alright baby, we will talk at dinner. Consider it a date. "
"Okay, bye." I hung up the call. Date? What did he mean when he said "date"?
It's eight P.M. Mark called me. He’s on his way to pick me up. I’m almost ready. I just need to apply my lipstick and some perfume. I check myself in the mirror. I want to look beautiful tonight. I wore my purple dress. It's tight and it shows my curves. I kept my hair straightened and I didn't bother much with my makeup, just something simple. Time to go down.
He parks his Porsche in front of the building, opens his door, and comes down. He’s wearing khaki beige pants, a dark blue shirt, and both of his shoes and belt are brown. Our eyes met, and my heart raced. He was handsome indeed. He walks towards me towards the entrance door. I greet him and extend my hand for a shake, but instead, he takes my hand and kisses it softly. What the hell is happening?
We walked to his car. He opens the door for me, and he smiles at me and says:
"My lady."
I looked at him, surprised. I don’t understand what he’s doing, but I'll go with the flow. On the way to the restaurant, our conversation was light, and I caught him checking me multiple times, and when my eyes met his, we smiled gently at each other.
"Where are we going?" I inquired of him.
"You will see Katy, just be patient."
"You’re acting weird." I raise one eyebrow.
" You don’t know me well enough to know if I’m acting weird. Tonight I want everything to be special. "
"Special?" I couldn't hide my surprised reaction.
He didn’t say a word, not even a hint of what he meant. He just grins at me and keeps his eyes on the road. When we arrive, I find myself in the Marina and so many yachts are here. I had never been to the Marina before, since I hadn't planned any weddings here, and I didn't have a boat, nor a boyfriend with a boat.
"I thought we needed some privacy tonight, and the restaurants would be full of people, so I planned a dinner on my yacht," he explains.
"You have a yacht?" I asked, astoundingly.
He laughs at my question, or at the way I asked him, and he nods, confirming, then he points out the yacht in front of us. "This one."
It’s a very beautiful yacht. It’s almost twenty-three meters in length, with its initials MC painted on the right side of it.
"Katy, I want you to trust me tonight, and please don’t ask questions," he demands firmly. He's so dominating.
He removes a tie from the car's front door, and he stands behind me. His body is so close to mine. He's inches away from my ear and I can feel his hot breath playing on my skin. He whispers:
"You are a very special woman, and I am lucky to have you."
lucky to have me? wait! What?! He brings the tie to my eyes and gently blindfolds me as I stand there trying to understand everything that has happened so far and trying to trust him.
"What are you doing?" I ask.
"Trust me," he whispers in a commanding voice.
I have never experienced anything even close to what is happening now. I only went on normal dates, nothing extraordinary. He places his hand on my waist, and my body shivers at his touch, and my heart skips so many beats. I am in deep trouble. I've spent years trying to build high walls around my heart to protect myself from anyone who might hurt my feelings.At this moment with him, I'm afraid he might be able to break any of these walls.
I must not let him affect me.
He takes my hand and guides me to the yacht with small steps and his arms wrapped around my waist. "A few steps more," he demands.
He removes the tie, I open my eyes, and Mark is in front of me watching me. I look around, and I take in a large amount of air, trying to remember how to breathe.
Everything is captivating.
Mark is captivating.
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