The Billionaire's Plaything

“I don’t want this to end,” he whispered, his breath fanning my face. He smelt like mint and a bit of pine. There was something else but I couldn’t place my mind to it of course. I was far too distracted by his closeness to think of that The important thing was him. “Carlo” I tried to speak but all I could do was look at him as I wondered what I looked like to him, eyes wide and mouth slightly open. He always had this effect on me, leaving me awestruck and clouded. “Say my name again Elena” he says but before I could say one more word, his warm lips sealed mine as he pulled me closer to him. If he had a way of making sure I was in him, I was certain he would have done just that. His kiss turned passionate and desperate as his grasp on my waist became tighter. My hands flailed beside me and needing to hold something I raised my hands up and put them in his soft silky hair. A slight cough from behind us is all I need to remember that we are in public, I open my tightly shut eyes, a habit I couldn’t do without when kissing. “Carl. The waiter is here.” I whispered in his ears as my face flushed red in embarrassment. We had only just entered here and even though Carlo had booked the whole restaurant, it was quite embarrassing for the waiter to see us pressed against the wall without even bothering to sit down. “What were you expecting us to do here Mi Amor when you wore this sexy as sin dress?” He whispered against my lips and bit my lower lip slightly making tingles run down my spine. Knowing fully well what I had aimed to achieve with this red dress, I flush red and I’m certain my face would be a matching color with my dress. “Let’s get you seated Principessa.” He said as he placed his hands by the small of my waist. “Why did you book out the whole restaurant?” I asked curiously as the red faced waiter led us to the rooftop. If we were only going to use the rooftop, there was no need for him to have booked the entire place out really. “Let’s say just so I could push you against the wall of any part of the restaurant and watch you melt under my touch.” The confidence with which he said it spun from his experience. I could never hold still under his touch. But I also knew there was an element of a joke in there. Carlo was wild and passionate, totally unlike what you would think when you first meet him. Yet he had his boundaries and he respected me the most. My eyes open widely when we get to the rooftop. My brain struggled to comprehend what exactly was happening. The bright decorations spelling out those words that had never crossed my mind left me stunned. We had only just met each other and I had known him for six months. Were we ready for marriage? “Elena, my every second thoughts are about you and anytime I think of you, I want to hide you away or show you off to the world only on the thought that you are mine and mine alone.” I watch as he goes down on one knee, his height still reaching my waist. As I tried to make sense of all the thoughts flashing through my mind. “Marry me, Mi Amor” even at a time as serious as this, a fresh wave of heat rushed through my body at the Italian he spoke, perhaps because we were away from home and a lot of people here spoke only English, there was something that Carl speaking Italian always did to me. “Elena?” Carlo’s voice breaks me out of my thoughts and I’m surprised to see the slight hurt and anxiety in his eyes. It’s like I can already see what any response other than yes would do to him. I loved Carlo. That was certain, but every part felt that we were moving too fast. It seemed like just yesterday that I had met this Prince Charming and we were getting engaged. “What’s wrong Principessa?” Despite how unsure I was, I was scared to see the slightest bit of pain or hurt in those eyes. “I was just too shocked Carlo. I mean, it’s only been six months.” “It could be a year or ten and there’s no way I’ll feel differently about you” “Say yes and make me the happiest I could ever be Elena.” With that sentence, all my resolve crumbled as I nodded my head. He could guess that I had already let go of all my worries as I nodded and he opened the small box revealing the most beautiful diamond ring I had ever seen. The simple band was made of platinum and had tiny sprays of diamonds and on top of it sat a thirty carats diamond. Somehow, I remember having seen a picture like this on his phone a while back. One of Carlo’s love languages had always been spending money on me. And money? He had loads of it. “I’ll marry you Carlo.” I say finally as his face lit up with the brightest smile I had ever seen on his face. Before long, he was on his feet as he closed the gap between us and pulled me in for a kiss. “I love you Carlo.” CARLO I smile as I slip the ring in her fingers, her smile a brighter reflection of mine and I know for certain that she expects something out of this. Perhaps, an happy home with children running around in a frenzy. She's too carried away to realize her unreturned confession and my stomach coils at my real thoughts towards her as if reminding me of how unaffected I was by this plan of mine. "Should we have one glass?" her soft voice pulls me out of my thoughts and the twinkle in her eyes when I look up at her makes my breath hitch in my throat. "Was my revenge mission of marrying her really the best thing for me? Or was it more like a suicide mission?