LOVING THE REJECTED BILLIONAIRE

“Thank you,” I whisper.

“For what?” He inquires, browsing my face. I’m impressed with his moves, by the way. I didn’t know he could keep up with the rhythm so well. He hasn’t stepped on my toes even just once, and in fact, I am afraid I will be the one to do that in a while because there is a fire beginning to burn in my body.

“For all these. For everything.” I say, staring back, getting lost in his dark cute eyes.

“You deserve much much more.”

“I think this is already too much, Andy. I…””Sshh!” He says, placing his index finger on my lips, arousing my nerves, and I close my eyes.

“Nothing is too much for you, baby.” He leans in, resting his forehead on mine, the heat between us becoming so strong that I am finding it hard to breathe. “I would gift you heaven if I could. That’s how much you mean to me. I love you with all my body, mind, and soul. I love you so much.” I had to open my eyes and read from his sweet lips every single word that leaves his mouth. His hand drops slowly to the side of my neck, arousing shivers of fire.

“And I love just the same, Andy. With my body, mind, and soul. I love you.”If there was any gap between our lips, he could not have heard that. But we are so close, so close that our lips are brushing each other, our eyes coaxing us to lose ourselves to the desires burning within us. We are too weak to compromise. We let our tongues explore all the corners of our mouths, the hands exploring our bodies. Behind us, applause fills the room, but we don’t care to pull away. Nothing matters at this point but this moment. I bet even the stars have aligned in the blue clouds to witness this and righting this beautiful kiss that signifies the purest love there is in this world – our love.

“I want to kiss you the whole night, but not here.” Andy whispers, both of us panting heavily, gasping for some air.

I look around to see the expression of the people after that heated kiss we just had, but, hey, we are all alone now. When did everyone leave?

“Then where?” I ask, looking back at him because, in a way, I don’t want this beautiful night to end just yet. I want more. This night is still so young to end. It’s so beautiful to end just yet.

I intertwin our fingers, and wear a pleadful look, begging him to call a day yet.

“Somewhere more, romantically private?” He winks. That wink that speaks nothing but mischief. Wherever he takes me, I don’t have to worry. As long as we are together, as long as Andy is with me, all is perfect. I nod my head, and he takes my hand, walking us both out of the hall, and we walk to the lift just outside the corridor. We walk in after he presses a button. Did they fix it already? That was super fast! The lift is full of balloons too, and he presses number ten. Oh, wow! We are spending the night away? That’s so new, and it’s giving me some dirty vibes already.

“What’s making you smile like that?” He asks, moving behind me and wrapping his hands around my belly, planting a wet kiss on my neck before standing straight, his front on my back. I didn’t even know I was smiling.

“How can I keep my lips sealed with all these? Wait, there was nothing wrong with the lifts in the first place, am I right?” I ask, looking up at him over my shoulder and he smiles, shrugging his shoulders.

“You are something. And why isn’t there anymore in this whole building?””That is because my love, we have this whole hotel to ourselves tonight.”Whoa! What?

“What? You booked the whole hotel? Andy! You shouldn’t…. well, I love that you did it for us, it’s super cool. It’s sweet. It makes me feel so special, but…

“Have you forgotten who I am?”

I chuckle.

“I know you are Adrian Ashton. You can buy this entire nation if you wish to.” I shrug my shoulders.

He chuckles hard, as the door opens and we walk out.

“Don’t flatter me too much. I can’t afford the nation. Maybe this city, maybe, just maybe.” He says, taking out the key and handing it to me, and I open the room, of course, falling into dismay again after the door opens.

The well spread white themed queen size bed has a love sign on it made of roses, and the floor is filled with balloons still. My, my, my! There are two empty glasses and a bottle of what, Champaign again, or wine? I don’t know. I walk to the edge of the bed, straightening a hand to Andy who is observing me from the door. He locks the door, and walks to me, making me. When I stop before him, I want nothing but to kiss him, and I do so. Slowly and gently, he pushes me onto the bed, him hovering over me, and we spend minutes kissing gently. Those slow burn soft kisses speak a lot of unspoken words, arousing a feeling that I don’t want to end.

“How about,” he stops the kissing, leaving me with a tinge of disappointment, “we drink our champagne first,” he pecks my lips, “as we discuss,” another sweet kiss, and now he focuses all his full attention on my eyes, “the details of our wedding that shouldn’t be more than a month from now?”Jesus is Lord! Did I hear that right? There will be a wedding?

“A.. a.. we.. dd.. ing?” I stammer a whisper, flabbergasted. Not believing his words. The surprises are just too much now. He will make tear up again.

“Yes. I want you to be legally Mrs Ashton, as soon as possible. I don’t want to wait any longer.” He says sincerely with a sweet domineering tone.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

“A wedding? In a month? I am marrying Andy in a month?”I pull him to myself, crashing my lips on his savagely, tasting his sweet lips.