“It was all a dream which ended shortly. He was too good to be true…”
The next day I woke up, considering last night to be a dream but it wasn’t. He was too good to be true, how gently he caressed me, loved me.
Though we didn’t consummate yet, being held protectively by him was a lovely sensation too. How endearingly his hands wrapped around me; the sensation is etched in my soul.
Sitting up slowly, I saw him sitting on the couch in his casual shirt and trouser, one leg resting over the other assertively while reading a book.
My eyes fell upon the tattoo on his hand, pushing my hairs behind, I yawned, blushing faintly while looking at his stern posture.
“Good Morning.” I said timidly. He looked over from the pages, returning the smile.
“Morning. Did you sleep well?” He asked, putting the book down and walking over to me. I stared intently into his spellbinding silver orbs.
“Mhm.” I nodded as he kissed the top of my head, smiling beautifully and sat beside me, not parting his eyes from me.
“Why are you looking at me like this?” I asked shyly, tugging my hair behind my ear, nervous by his intense eyes upon me.
“How do you expect me to resist, Dear wife?” He asked temptingly, taking a strand of my hair and caressing it.
“Stop it.” Giggling, I shook my head and stood up to leave for the bathroom but he held my wrist, indulging in my flushed reactions.
“That’s what I can’t do,” He spoke in a charming tone, not leaving my wrist which made my heart race, smiling sheepishly.
“Come on. I need to freshen up.” I pouted, leaving my wrist and running to the bathroom followed by the sound of his husky chuckle at my shyness.
But, I couldn’t help it. In his presence, I grow nervous. I lose control over myself, stumble upon my words and actions.
‘Oh Lord, What is happening to me?’ I thought, leaning against the door of the bathroom, resting my hand over my chest to regain my senses and posture.
But soon a smile reached my thick lips, A tear pricked in the corner as I grinned, staring at my hands in my disbelief asking myself one question.
‘Is this what love is?’
Before I knew it, A few days passed, and in these times Sebastian showered me with immense love and affection that I felt on cloud-nine.
“I have to go to work tomorrow, Eileen. I have a busy schedule for a few months. After I will be done with it, we can plan our honeymoon, okay?” He said sweetly, grabbing my wrist to pull me in his laps.
I was getting ready to leave for a fancy dinner, wearing a white knee-length dress. I was getting ready but this man was in another mood.
I chuckled and wrapped my arms around his neck, “Okay, I understand. You don’t have to pull me down for that.” I giggled, poking his cheek.
“Hey, we are newlyweds. If I won't have affection for you then for whom I will? My Mistress?” He smirked, kissing my cheeks, hugging me firmly in his lull providing an embrace.
“Shut up.” I frowned, not liking him talking about having a mistress.
“You know you are the only person who can tell me to shut up and get away with it alive.” He murmured, kissing my neck, caressing me gently but it made me smirk and pull away.
“Oh, really? What are you, a Mafia leader?” I laughed, leaning back and teasing him.
“Sounds lovely, I would love to be one.” He said proudly, leaning back, taking my hand and stroking it lovingly.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever, Mister.” I sighed, getting up which made him frown, disliking my action but I got up and began to brush my hairs.
“Anyways, I want to go to Paris for our honeymoon. All this time, I always canceled my plans because I wanted to go there with my husband.” I demanded, tying my hairs in a high ponytail.
“As you wish, My Lady. Your wish is my command.” He chuckled, faking a bow. Sighing, I shook my head with a gleeful grin.
“You know, Sebastian. I always thought you were an extremely dominant man. You know the one who never smiles.” I mumbled, wearing my earrings.
“I am. You haven’t seen me like this nor do I want you.” He shrugged, leaning back on his seat, resting his arm on her head, watching me getting ready.
“Nor will I let you. I was so scared to think if you turned out to be an authoritative man, what would I do.” I laughed a little at my own words but thankfully he was a sweet man.
He didn’t reply and raised from his seat. I glanced, wondering if I said something wrong but he came closer and stood behind me.
“Don’t vex, what I am to the world, I won’t be with you.” Whispering, he wrapped his hands around me from behind, holding me rigidly, kissing my neck.
“I am so fortunate to be your wife, Sebastian.” I whispered, lowering my gaze when he kissed my neck.
“Hmmm.” Humming he remained like this for a few seconds, closing his eyes. His warmth and action gave me a strange sensation.
It felt my presence provided him redemption and he urged me to reside there for eternity, holding me close to his heart to capture my soul. As if his breaths depended upon my shoulder. He held me… possessively.
“Are you ready?” He asked softly, pulling away after a while, clicking his head against mine.
“I would be if you allow me to.” I smiled, kissing his cheek and parting my skin unwillingly from him to focus on getting ready. He nodded and moved back.
I got ready and turned to him, spinning around, “How do I look?” I asked excitedly.
“The peak of beauty.” He whispered, taking my hands in his as we left for our dinner.
Spending an unforgettable time together. Getting to know each other, existing as if nothing else is present in this world anymore.
We were having dinner as I spoke up, “Sebastian, I am curious about one thing.”
“Hmm, what is it?” He asked nonchalantly, taking a bite of his food.
“Why didn’t your parents come to our wedding?” I asked, titling my head in confusion.
He showed no reaction as if it meant nothing and replied, monotonously, “They were supposed to but an urgency came. I told Mr Lior too.” He hummed.
“And your Brother? He didn’t come either.” I asked again, which made him pause. I blinked but his lips curled downward with a clenched jaw. My heart skipped a beat as he raised his eyes slowly towards me.
“Did I ask something wrong?” I asked, tensed by his stern gaze.
“Don’t mention Ruben. I didn’t want him to come anyways.” He replied direly which bewildered me but curiosity got the best of me.
“Why?” I asked though he just told me not to mention him.
“We are not on good terms. Don’t ask further.” He sighed, lowering his gaze again, trying to disregard my question.
“Why-” I was about to ask again but he cut me off.
“Can we talk about us, Eileen. You can know my family anytime. Talk about me, about us.” He whispered with a hint of rage.
Trying to maintain his calm but I understand, not everyone’s relationship with their family is good.
“Okay, okay, don’t frown.” I laughed a little, putting my hand on his arm but he frowned deeply and looked back at me.
“You look beautiful when you smile. Smile for me.” I whispered sincerely, moving my hand further and running it in his hair before pulling away.
He stared at me for a second with a hint of astonishment and exhaled, shaking his head with a feeble smile, “What do you do to me, Woman?” He laughed a little.
“I am a witch.” I giggled, leaning back, bringing the endearing atmosphere back.
“So, why is your accent mixed? Why isn’t it all British?” I asked casually, intrigued to know.
“My Father’s British, my Mother’s American. They both wanted me to adapt their way.” He explained casually and I held my chin, mumbling.
“That explains why you don’t say mate often.” I smirked but he smirked back, staring at each other for a few seconds as we both broke into a chuckle and continued our sweet dinner.