Yours Sincerely

CHAPTER 51: THE WEDDING DRESS...

ADAM'S POV:

I smirked as I called in Rosa who rushed in immediately not giving the girl on my lap any time to get up.

“We’re...” Rosa angrily pushed the door open and ran in with the two security guards on the tail. I felt Angel move to stand up but I dug my fingers around her waist making her stay put. Words came to halt as she saw Angel sitting on my lap, who blushed buried her face in my neck, making me chuckle.

“My FINANCÉE and I wanted some privacy?” I felt Angel subdue her laugh as she left me to deal with the matter.

“Sir... Miss Rosa, is the person you were talking about is Miss Steel?” One of the security men looked at her with embarrassment and somewhat anger.

“Yes. I didn't know it was Miss Steel visiting Mr Black. She never visited before.” She mumbled in shame and the security men apologies to Angel and nodded at me before leaving the room, giving Rosa a good glare.

“Well, here she is.” I nodded my head at the girl in my lap. Rosa looked like she just saw a ghost as her face turns as white as a sheet. She looked at me and walked out of the door. I finally let out a laugh and Angel let out a chuckle as she sat back up comfortably.

“She is so protective over her crush of the life. And here I'm, I'm not even slightly protective, jealous, angry or suspicious at how many girls are out there, making you their fantasy. I'm not normal, am I?” I laughed more at her freaking out at a random topic.

“Don’t laugh! It is serious! Shouldn't I be like ‘stay away from my man, b***h’ or ‘good for you! Cause he is mine!’ type of girl?” She looked at me with a pouting face and her cheeks red, stating that she is angry... At herself. I couched to stop my laugh as I moved my file and MacBook aside and lifted Angel to make her sit on my desk.

Bad idea... I... I probably shouldn't have done that...

“My eyes are up here mister!” I shook my head and looked up at the doe eyes of the beauty and chuckled shaking my head and leaning back on my chair. Angel huffed and crossed her legs as I continued to chuckle at her question.

“And why do you think, you don't feel jealous over other girls?” I rubbed my chin and made a face of confusion as her face turn serious. My jocks were kept aside as I took her hands in my and place mine on her knees.

“Hey, Angel. There is nothing wrong with that feeling of calmness. It is just the trust and respect we have for each other. I can assure you that this is where you know that no girl in this world will be able to tolerate a knucklehead like me for more than a week.” She laughed at my comment and ran her thumb over my fingers.

“Well, true that. But can't just call my fiancé a knucklehead and expect me to be okay with it.” I looked at her with horror as she smirked and slowly came back on my lap, with an innocent look on her face.

“You must be punished, Mr Black.” I bit my lip to stop the laugh and nodded my head.

“Okay, a dance after dinner sounds promising?” She shook her head as she got up taking her phone out of her bag.

“Now. I want to dance right now.” I chuckled at her demand and raised my hand in surrender before I nodded my head.

It was our wired way to punish each other. If we think law or say bad about ourselves, the other can sat a simple romantic punishment to remind the other that they are special. Real random, right?... I know...

She played a song and took my hand in hers as she led me to the middle of my office. This is the fifth time she has punishment me with a dance practice in a random place. The first time it was at a small restaurant in New Jersey with the live band played in the background. The second time, it was in the bathroom. Yup, the bathroom.

The third time it was in the kitchen which ended up with us cleaning the whole kitchen floor that was covered in flour. And for the fourth time, it was in the middle of an award function, last year when I was announced to be the CEO of the year. And she was announced to be the entrepreneur of the year.

Al in all, this is the least awkward place to have a punishment. But, would you consider a romantic dance with your Angel a punishment? 

“I have only two toes left now angel. Please have mercy on me... Take it easy on my heart...” We both chuckled as she stopped stomping on my foot and we danced gracefully till the end of the song.

“Why you dance so well?” Angel huffed as I sat on my chair and she sat on the other side, taking the glass of water that was on my desk.

“Well, I have a fiancée who dances with charisma... So, I have to follow in her footsteps.” She giggled, blushing like a pink rose as she drank the water. 

“God! I didn't realise that I was so thirsty.” I opened my MacBook again and took the file back in my hands.

“You tend to forget to drink water all the time. How many times do I have to tell you to drink water once in a while?” I scolded her coldly as I took my pen to sign the documents. She huffed and leaned back on her chair.

She takes care of her skin and food but always forgets to hydrate herself. I on the other hand drink water a little too much. I continued with my paperwork as she soon started to check her emails. We sat in complete silence and I tried to get my pending work done as soon as possible as she came to the office early completing her work beforehand.

I still had two files to sign though. I sighed and stood up to take a glass of water from the mini-fridge in my office.

After an hour, I was finally done with my work and looked up to find Sapphire had called asleep on the Sofa of my office. I chuckled silently and took my phone and coat and picked her up in my arms.

She hummed and snuggled closer, making me smile and I left the office after taking her purse and coat with me. 

As I walked to the elevator, Farina smiled as she looked at us and nodded to her to come closer.

“Miss Brook, I'm leaving for Italy early next morning. If anything important comes up and you can't hold it for two days, please call my dad. He will help out with the situation for the next two weeks. I'm leaving my MacBook in my office and dad knows the password. Anything else you'd like to ask or come clear with?” I whispered as we stepped out of the elevator.

“No sir. I already talked to Mr Black, earlier this morning. He will be coming to the office from tomorrow. And everything is as per your orders. Just enjoy your mini-vacation. I have a feeling that this will be the longest time you'll be alone with her. Without any paparazzi.” She whispered back and we both smiled and nodded in agreement.

It's true. Supposedly, we are the power couple and since there are not any celebrity affairs going around like a wildfire. They took it as we are the best thing to gawk at.

“Farina, do send me all the finalised documents after the William Corp meet. Dmitry was kind of not sure about our turns and conditions. Make sure dad goes through our paperwork before we go to meet them. Make sure we sum up with their conditions in the middle.” Marina just nodded beside me as all my employees looked at me like I'm a terrorist, taking them hostage.

But the good part is, many of my employees leave the office premises around the time that I do. Almost at 8. 

It isn't like I've told them to do so. It is by their will. I've just developed a system where the employee's extra work hours are automatically recorded and they get extra pay on their salaries as per the per hour pay is decided.

“Antonio, I'm leaving with Sapphire, you can go home early if you like. We have to check her wedding dress before we leave for the trip.” I said quietly as I softly arranged Sapphire on the passenger side and closed her door so we could speak freely talk.

“You go. I have to go to your dad’s. He called this evening, he wants to talk about something.“ I leaned over the car and looked at him confused.

“What does dad has to discuss with you?” I crossed my hands over my chest and Antonio shrugged, confused as well.

“He said he wants to tell me some things about your security?” I looked at him but shook my head.

“Dad didn't tell me anything...” I trailed off.

“I know man. But looking at the number of secrets your family has, I guess there will be a newly added one soon.” I gave him a stone face and he moved back to his car.

“I’ll talk to dad about it.” I moved away from the car and walked to the driver side.

“Don’t worry about it, pal. You enjoy your time with your girl. There are people behind you who can take care of stuff, just fine.” Antonio said as he sat in his car and soon speeds off the road. I think over the situation for a while and make a note to ask dad about the content of this ‘meeting’ and sat in the car. Carefully, so that the Angel beside me won't wake up.

After a few minutes of drive. I was in front of the boutique that was owned by worlds one of the best designers.

I quickly messaged the designer about our arrival, to which he replied with sarcastic applauds. I know it is sarcasm because he wrote it in the quotes. - ‘and here is your ‘Sarcastic’ welcome.’

This man is something else.

I finally decided to wake her up. She had a decent nap of an hour at the least. I took my seatbelt off and did the same with Sapphire before getting out of the car and going to her side.

“Agel, we are at the boutique. Wake up.” I whispered and shook her lightly after I opened the four of her side. But despite the superheater of my car, I flinched when I realised how cold she has got.

“Sapphire are you all right? Wake up.” I said a little louder but lower than my normal voice. She didn't respond to and of my calls and I was getting restless at this point.

“Why are you doing this to us? You know me!” I heard her mumble in her sleep. I know these words all too well. She is having that bulls*** of a nightmare again.

“Angel! Wake up! You are just having a nightmare!” I shook her a little more and she woke up a start. Taking a few deep breaths. Although it was the minus temperature outside, she was now sweating due to the tension.

After doing the breathing contest of 5 minutes she was finally normal.

“Why are you still having such a stupid dream! I told you not to think about things like this while you sleep.” I ran my hand through my hair and pinched the bridge of my nose.

“I know. It is just my subconscious is not in my control, is it?” She huffed in frustration and looked to the other side. The red of her cheeks made it obvious that she was angry. Not at me but herself. She hates to be in a situation like this. And I can relate to that.

“Hey. Come on.” I took my hand out for her and she looked at me and then at my hand. After a minute, she finally took my hand and we instantly pulled each other in a warm hug. Not wanting the cold to freeze us.

“I never had such horrendous dreams. I swear. And this is all just new to me. He'll, I never had a nightmare before Dad died and it's not like they know when I'm the most tired and come running to my side.” I hummed at her complaint. I don't know how I will actually, feel if the love of my life just wakes up and ask if I know her but this is what exactly she is going through and I can't do anything but to assure her that I'm right beside her and always will be.

I know her enough to know that she is not someone that can be easily scared or cry. So, either she is not telling me her whole nightmare which I strongly believe that she is. Or is just scared due to the reoccurring of the same ones.

We stayed like that for a while.

“I know... It is just new for me to see you so vulnerable. I've always seen you like this... Great entrepreneur and a loyal friend to my brother and Luca and Bells, also strongest and most determined person. Not to mention the dream girl of any man’s life. And the vulnerable part just doesn't sats well for me at this point.” She giggled and I rubbed her now red nose, from the cold making her shook her head and let out a soft laugh.

“You are so good with words...” She said warping her hands around my neck.

“I know my Angel. I learned from the best.” I winked at her making her laugh and joined her. But maybe because of our intense chat, I think we missed the flash sounds around us.

I looked up to see the paparazzi have already been flashing their cameras at us from a decent distance but yet close to getting a clear picture of their liking. I signed.

There is no way to hide from them and Sapphire and I have realised the fact. I nodded at the boutique and she nodded back as we walked to the door of the DáCrusé.

Mateo DáCrusé is an Español- Franch man who is at the peak of his designing career. Not only that, he is the youngest fashion designer of his career that has reached such a point at the age of 25. You see all our main organisers and people planning the whole wedding is either in their early 30's or less.

You can tell by our choice of a wedding planner to the cake designers. Well, we did pick up the traditional and fancy places for our wedding and reception but as we are young, well, too young to get married. We decided we can give chance to new talent and opinions.

And I do think that it turned out well as per my expectations. Though, I can't say if Angel’s wedding dress will be as per her liking or not but I do know is that she will love it.

Initially, when j went on with the idea of making a dress for her, Emily laughed at me like I've told her the joke of the century... No, wait, Melania.

She said and I quote, ‘What you will design for her as a wedding dress? A basketball Jersey with flares and a helmet for the vail?’

Yeah, rude, but I don't mind it since she never knew that I had great taste in fashion. It is not like I'm a designer level guy but I understand the body language of a person and the personality when I see them. I just don't feel like I'm wanted to point out their flaws in fashion.

And of course, it didn't take long for Sapphire to realise how good I'm at combinations and taste not just for interior designs but for fashion.

But on the other hand, I'm still looking for a single flaw in My fianceés’ dressing. She always knows how to carry herself with elegance and give her introduction, starting with her appearance.

As soon as we entered the boutique, a man dressed in textured tailoring costume. With a semi-formal look as we were meeting him after the boutique hours.

“He has a great taste and clear mind,” Angel whispered beside me as we walked hand in hand.

“He is. I knew you'll like him.” I smiled at Mateo as he welcomed us with his big ones.

“mon mon, tu as une charmante fiancée, mon pote. Et elle a un bon goût pour l'art, je vois. beauté avec des cerveaux...” (my my, you have a lovely fiancée, mate. And she has a good taste for art, I see. beauty with brains ...) He took Sapphire’s hand and kissed looked at me with assurance.

“je vous remercie beaucoup. Et je peux voir pourquoi tu es le meilleur là-bas. Je vais l'admettre, je suis fasciné par votre travail depuis le tout début. disons depuis que vous avez fait votre premier défilé de mode en Virginie-Occidentale.” (Thank you a lot. And I can see why you are the best there. I'll admit it, I have been fascinated by your work from the very beginning. let's say since you did your first fashion show in West Virginia.) Sapphire said and he looked at her in surprise.

“And she speaks French like a pro.” He chuckled and took Angel to the changing room after a little talk. And I sat in Mateo’s office with his secretary. She offered me some drinks which I politely refused as I want to be alive when I read my vows.

As per the Secretary, the dress fitting will take some time as the dress was a little too precious and almost 20 people were working on getting Sapphire into the dress. It took almost an hour and as I got started to get a feeling a ‘Maybe I overestimated my fashion skills’ started to come over I saw Angel running out of the dressing room and as I stood up worried, I was pushed back down by the force of Sapphire jumping on me. Literally... I laughed as I relaxed for bot massing up with her wedding dress.