My Possessive Admirer

13. First Kiss

Bella's POV

The prom night was just a day ahead. It got delayed for a few days because of what happened to Candice and the other two girls of our institution. But I couldn't wait any longer for the prom night. An indescribable curiosity was storming inside my mind, making me desperate for the day to come. Every moment felt like an eternity. Ben consented to my request and agreed to meet me. What more could I wish for! I was glad, content, happy. The encounter that I always believed was impossible, was actually about to come true…

I thought it would be difficult for me to get over the dispute between me and Becky and face her at prom. But I realized I wasn't absorbed in grief at all. Rather I was very eager for days to pass so I could enjoy my prom night. It was all possible because of Ben's presence in my life. He appeared into my life like a prayer, a blessing from the Gods. His heavenly fingers mended the broken chords of my piano and played an enchanting melody, reciting his ballad of love.

And I stood there captivated, listening to his symphony, enchanted. A magician, a poet, a mischievous stalker…but I loved him just like he loved me...endlessly.

Finally, the day of my prom arrived. I dressed in a lovely white gown sewed with mesh laces and wore my favourite cameo pink floral scarf around my neck to retain the eclectic look. Coloured my nude lips with crimson red to keep them vibrant while letting my silver-white hair go wild till my posterior. Today will be our first official date, I couldn't wait to speak with him, couldn't wait to hear his gentle voice again. He didn't contact me again after the last time he called that day. He surely knows how to test my patience.

I saw mom standing at the doorway looking at me, eyes twinkling.

"Isabella you are looking so wonderful my dear. Just like a diva," She exclaimed as she held my arms gently in her hands, staring at me in the mirror.

"Thank you so much, mum," I smiled, feeling a bit shy.

"Wait! I know just the thing that'll suit your dress perfectly," Mom went and brought a beautiful platinum ornament set and gave it to me.

"But mama it's yours I don't want…" Mom stopped me in the middle,

"It's yours now dear. Don't worry about it. I'm your mother. It will make me so much happy to see you wear my pendant," Mom said while helping me wear the sparkling pendant which came with a nice bracelet.

"I'm all done!" I exclaimed, looking at myself, in the mirror.

I was fascinated to see how beautiful the pendant matched with my gown.

"Thank you, mom…" I hugged her. A lot of sentiments peeked into my mind. I remember back in the days we had to face a lot of financial crises until mom got a job too. Dad couldn't give her anything worth mentioning on their anniversary. But later on, after a year or two, our financial difficulties were all gone. I recall dad gave mom this beautiful pendant set on Valentine's Day. Today mom passed it on to me. "It means the world to me. I'll take the best care of it." I promised her.

"I know you will dear…" Mom whispered.

A bunch of students arrived at the party from beforehand, the place was incredibly lively when I reached there. I could hear several students mumbling and multiple eyes glued on me as I walked down the red carpet. I went and greeted my teachers.

"Oh my! Isabella darling! You are looking like a princess sweetheart," Miss Margaret commented.

"Thank you so much, Miss Margaret. You are looking completely breathtaking in purple. It's also my favourite colour," I said noticing she wore purple colour with a dark blue necklace. She was dazzling, gotta give her that.

My eyes searched for Becky but I couldn't find her anywhere. I talked to a few other students and exchanged greetings. Everyone praised how beautiful I was looking. I glanced at the time for a second and thought to myself he is probably here by now.

"I'll be right back…" I ended the conversation with a girl that I was chatting with and ran on my tippy toes to our rendezvous, without anyone noticing.

The place was surrounded by darkness. It was difficult for me to see anything clearly as I reached near the oak tree, our pre-decided site. I could only hear the murmuring sound of the fallen leaves as I walked on them like they were whispering something to me. I was spooked for a second when suddenly I saw someone standing afar. It was a slender figure leaning on one of the tall trees, facing me…

I couldn't discern his face. It was too dark to do so.

"Hello!" I greeted which sounded more like a soft squeaking noise than a greeting. I was embarrassed.

"Ben?" I asked again anxiously, a bit scared at the same time.

I saw the figure walking towards me gradually. I was confused about what was he even? Is he a human or something else? I could feel my uneven breathing, my heartbeat was rising. I started walking backwards as the man proceeded towards me. Suddenly, he started walking hastily. I was about to scream in fear but I misstepped instead and was about to tumble down on my head. I closed my eyes, thinking it should suffice to tank the pain that I was about to endure. But I felt a great force catching me before I could fall. I opened my eyes in disbelief that he reached me and held me close to him.

"You sure like to stumble a lot around me, Isabella." He laughed softly, being amused at my clumsiness. I recognized his voice, it was Mr Stalker but…

I stared at his face which was completely covered in a wooden black mask.

"Ben…" I whispered his name. I don't know what I was feeling as I perceived the situation. Maybe a bit of wrath, a bit of curiosity but a lot of love.

I couldn't hold back my emotions, I could feel my eyes burning. I was a second away from ending up crying.

"Isabella…" He replied in a gentle tone.

But the next thing that happened completely stunned me before I could grasp what was happening.

He kissed me, taking off his disguise. I couldn't keep my eyes open. Emotions were flowing through my whole body like untamed waves of the ocean. It felt like his lips knew every part of me, every inch of me as I was getting lost in his touch, deliberately without even trying. I could feel his passion, his affection, his devotion in that one kiss. I witnessed every flavour of his love in our one union.