To be a Queen
1037 Words
"What is your offer that you are so persistent about?" I asked him, feeling both flattered and suspicious about his earlier reply, it held too much information–was he really interested in my life or did he prepare thoroughly to convince me cunningly–after all he was a calculative businessman and the devil coach in the past.
"Let me warn, you may feel conflicted that you will have to stand against your brother and you may not like the idea also."
That didn't sound good at all, even before he presented the offer. I really have some good intuition, only if they were so good on the day of the murder.
"Are you planning to buy Ashtrick Jewellers?" I asked, biting my lip too hard in the process of thinking the possibility of why he would say that.
"No. Should I? Is the jewellery line doing well?" He asked and it looked genuine, "I have no idea. But Jules is alive and sleeping at night so he must be doing well and Grandpa still holds half authority over the overall business."
Goodness, I must be too drunk to explain all this to him. I felt like sleeping. Would it be a ladylike choice to sleep on the grass? I bet it will be refreshing!
"Oh. Anyways, that doesn't concern me. My offer has nothing to do with your family business. I only want you."
He wants me. I only want you. Did I hear it drunk?
"Don't tell me you plan to become my husband?" Whoa! This is drunk talk on the eighty fifth level!
"Yes. Marry me." I blinked several times that my eyes almost started to tear, and even lost a slight balance on my seat.
Gabriel came and stood in front of me, his giant standing frame shadowing my body completely.
"Don't take advantage of me just because I'm drunk." I stated, trying to stop a hiccup, which eventually escaped, untamed stupidities.
"I am serious." He said in the most serious tone I could hear in a tipsy state.
"Prove me how serious you are." Stupidity claims your body once the three-glass limit of intoxication is surpassed. Why do I need proof when I don't even want to consider marriage?
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. I don't even know what you do for a living. So, I will at least like to know what is so great I will become with your offer." Thankfully a little bit of my logical part was still not asleep.
After a second or two, which felt too long and really short at the same time, Gabriel leaned forward towards me and placed his right arm around my back ribs and spine, that took me by jest but I didn't show any reaction, tried at the least.
Is he going to kiss me? How will that feel; sparky and lit?
"I will make you a queen." His voice felt breathy, not sure if it was because of me or the cold weather, as he said that and then locked something around my neck.
I lowered my head to take a look at it, a ring with a miniature of a diamond rose greeted my eyes. "Does this tell you how serious I am?"
He was so prepared with this offer.
"You have thirty days to think about it. Enough time I assume. I am leaving HP tomorrow so you can take all this time to think carefully." He briefed, still in the same intimate position that I felt like tasting his lips. Will it be worth it? Or, is he already with someone? Frunck me!
"What if I have already decided the answer?" He must have sensed that it’s a no, "I want you to decide when you are thinking straight. Not drunk. And, I will send you a detailed presentation of the offer soon."
"More like a contract. You don't need to give up anything or become my wife. You just have to marry me." He continued when I kept my mouth shut, not because I didn't want to talk.
Because his breath, his scent and his presence were making me feel things I didn't want to. On top of the list, it had: kiss him!
"Then you should have proposed it when I am sober!” Seems like it wasn't too difficult to talk to him after all. Such a waste that I tried avoiding and running away, man!
“There is no such thing as good or bad business, and I don’t have much time. Give it a thought.” That wasn’t much confusing, sorry convincing, but I let it be for now. “I will think about it then."
"Nice." He lowered his lips forward towards mine, then followed the lead to my ear, a tingling sensation sent burning fire all over my body, from my eyes till the toes, as they instinctively curled in expectations of pleasure.
"I want to kiss you now. But I am a man of honour and I don't take advantage of beautiful drunk women." My heart drummed crazily. He saw me as a woman. A woman!
I leaned in close enough to clear the inch distance. Should I just kiss him?
“Honour will disgrace attraction but lust shall satisfy it.” Saying so, I pressed my lips onto his, and felt his hand stiffen on my back, then he pressed himself to me so closely, trapping no distance between us, and kissed me back.
It felt very satisfying, his lips didn’t promise the condolence I have been dying to have. But his every touch on my body, the traces of his scent on me, his lips devouring my mouth made me forget about the mad harsh world for this moment.
The intoxication of my wine was just the smallest drop in the ocean compared to how I was feeling high in emotions right now. I wanted this kiss to never end.
It felt like an apology for his rejection, the reassurance that he did have something for me in his heart, or crotch it is, and now was just the last goodbye he was paying off.
I sure as hell will not reject this kiss tomorrow morning!
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