First Kiss
1115 Words
Crystal
Jesus!! Am I alive or not.
He truly is a Greek God and a hell of an i***t to choose me.
But
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.
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Total ravishing.
My drooling face goes unnoticed, which I am thankful for but even now I don't want him to marry me.
Let’s come to the point and open his eyes.
"Mr. Knight may I ask you why are you so desperate to marry me" I scolded him, common he is like a photo-shop model who will reject him.
He just comes close to me. Then smirked. I knew he is mentally disturbed.
He again closes his distance further and I take back steps until I said hello to the wall. Believe if it's in my hand I would have dug a hole in the wall.
His eyes were doing something to me. Don't get to the emotions, it's his trick to intimate others, I told myself. I try to jog him but he doesn't even budge and added a burst of small laughter to my failure.
Like what the crocodile.
I just want to smack his face but I cannot move rather smack.
I just hate him.
I hate him.
I hate him.
I hate him.
I hate him.
I hate him.
I hate him.
I hate him.
I hate him.
I hate him.
I hate him.
My conscience is yelling at me again. No, crystal, this is not the time to move to your world.
Then I felt something soft on my lips. His lips. He is kissing me.
He is kissing me.
He is kissing me.
He is kissing me.
My eyes were about to pop out from the socket, my heartfelt a beat missed. Am I dead? No, because I know this maniac had thrust his tongue into my mouth.
Shit... Now, what am I...?
"stop...." I hissed at him "what is that for?"
"This is pending on me, my queen" he replied with a devilish smile on his face.
Pending?!!!
Ahh... Can a kiss be pend...
Oh god, that phone call.
I shocked and gulped loudly.
So he is the stalker.
I know I am in a veritable hell now.
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Crystal
Today is my wedding day, it contents my family as I am conjugated to the billionaire but I am just obligated to do this, otherwise my family and friends will face the outcome. I don't know what is with him, why he is so eager to marry me. He doesn't even explain to me but told me I just belong to him.
He sometimes looks Satan to me, a handsome one.
He told me I have to serve him in bed and take care of his children.
Like, really? Am I a thing? Baby producer? Baby sitter?
He doesn’t want a wife; he wants a maid.
He is just a devil with no horns.
But I could do nothing as I don't want my family and our company to deteriorate. I gazed at the surrounding wall. It looks so beautiful, sublime, and appealing. The crocodile has designed this wedding like a dream wedding. I don’t know but it looks like he had planned for this from earlier however I am in my world and all the scenes are getting blurred.
I gained my senses when Mr. Knight kissed me again after the vow. He was just not kissing me. He was showing everybody that he owns me now. The kiss was passionate, giving me more vibes in my body, and it was intoxicating. The kiss soon becomes more feverishly than before. I could hear the whistles, greeting. But somebody make him stop. Otherwise, I think he will take me here only as I can feel his hand coming upwards to my chest and I involuntarily shut my eyes.
"Ahem" I heard a fake cough. I thanked him in my mind for saving me. He was his friend Zen, his loyal and only friend. I meet him after my encounter with Mr. Knight on the first day itself.
"We still here and if you are that eager, get a room," he winked to Ashton.
I take my thanks back.
Well, he is ravishing but not as Ashton as he is too hot to handle and girls at the party were flirting with him. But even he is not giving them glare but looking me like I am the piece of cake.
He put his hand on my waist and pulls me closer. I just adjust myself, this gown is really a piece of work, cut from unthinkable places, I need not embarrass myself further and then we go into the hall as we have to cut the cake now. We cut the cake and celebrate with others. Well, I was just going with the flow because I am forced into this. He told me not to tell anybody and if I, my family will face worse circumstances.
But mister, you are messing with the wrong person as I am not backing out without a fight.
You will regret this day, Mr. Ashton Knight.
As we both say thanks to our guest, he began preceding me towards his private jet. As soon as I was some distance away from all, I pushed his hand away from me and give him a deadly glare.
"What the hell you are doing, wife?" he didn't ask he demanded.
I am doing maths, Crocodile
"That was apparently to be my line. Now you are wed to me, like not so cheery thing for me and without giving me time to remorse on this, you are making me go on a trip." I yelled at him.
"It's not a simple trip, babe. This will be our one month honeymoon," he replied with an evil smirk.
I gulped loudly. Did I hear him right? About a one-month honeymoon? Oh my god, is he insane? Who takes one month time? The foremost thing can get over in a night or so. I mean, that's what I know, maybe.
Curse to my virginity, I don't know what he will do to me. And what kind of beast he is. I am showing a thousand shades of emotions on my face. I am blushing or scared or worried; I don't even understand myself. I think Mr. Mafia men recognize my conflicts, "I am thinking how will I take you and in how many ways. Well, we have an entire month so we can figure it out and can give every position a hell out of time" he whispered in my ear making my knees weak.
"Oph... Test me, my husband, this will be an equal fight," I answered him.
"Did I tell you challenge turns me on?" he replied.
"This side too" I answer him back. But turn’s on what?
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