"I didn't know you were a singer." He whispered, kissing my shoulders.
"Bathroom singer." I chuckled and turned around to place a garland around his neck. His pretty blue eyes shone so brightly under the light of the chandelier in the living room.
🎶 So, baby, let's just turn down the lights and close the door
Ooh, I love that dress, but you won't need it anymore 🎶
We rocked back and forth as he kept looking in my eyes while I was softly singing along. He knew that his eyes were my weakness. He just had to stare at me intently and I would immediately give in to him.
🎶 No, you won't need it no more
Let's just kiss 'til we're naked, baby🎶
Marco licked his lips as I sang that part and smirked. "I'm so ready pudding."
"It's just a song Vasilios." I replied and laughed as I felt his grip on my waist tighten.
"A song with a very very naughty meaning."
His hand traveled down towards my butt and he gently squeezed it. A typical Vasilios thing to do. His dad was the same. He always secretly squeezed his mom's bum and in return she gave him a scowl.
🎶Versace on the floor
Ooh, take it off for me, for me, for me, for me now, girl 🎶
"You don't wear versace, but I would mind seeing tommy hilfiger on the floor." he said teasingly, referring to my tommy hilfiger shirt.
I laughed loudly and placed my head on his shoulder as we danced on the rhythm of the song. It felt so good to be like this. The warmth of his body and his aftershave got me lost in the moment.
And at this moment I realized how much I actually love him.
How much I had missed this...him in the past six years.
It's scary how much I love him yet my love for him would never fade out. Instead every day it grows and becomes stronger.
He's my soulmate.
And maybe we haven't met in a fairy tale kind of way, but then again this is real life and in real life you have to create your own fairy tale.
I felt a soft kiss pressed on top of my head and I instantly melted.
He sure knows how to bring me to cloud nine and back.
Suddenly a burning smell filled the living room, followed by the sound of the screeching fire alarm.
My eyes grew wide and a bunch of curse words left my mouth.
I instantly let go of Marco and ran to the kitchen. Black smoke came out of the oven.
Shit. Shit. I totally forgot the lasagna!
Marco Vasilios P.O.V
I tried to fixed my bow tie as I walked into the bedroom where Jillian was changing. When I entered the room my eyes almost fell out of there sockets.
My pudding look like an angel.
She stood in front of the mirror, applying mascara to her lashes. The dress she was wearing accentuated her curves and brought out her pretty blue-green eyes. She looked so pretty I don't think i'll be able to take my eyes off her tonight.
"You look gorgeous." I walked up to her and place a kiss on her temple. She still felt like a dream to me. I can't believe I have her in my arms after so many years and I'm definitely not planning on letting her go.
Not now.
Not ever.
"Thanks Vasilios, you look handsome too." She turned around and placed a kiss on my lips. She then giggled and wiped the lipstick stain off my lips. "Mmh, I see you wore the outfit I picked out for you."
I smiled and looked down at my outfit.It was a white cotton shirt with blue vest and jeans. "Of course, You're my girlfriend soon to be wife. I should obey you."
Her eyes widened and her smile turned into a scowl. "Don't make jokes like that."
"What do you mean?" I asked confused.
"Soon to be wife. It feels like you're proposing." She turned around and reapplied her lipstick.
"What if I'm not." I watch her reaction through the mirror.
"Then it should be better than this. I know you can do better than this." She winked at me and walked out of the bedroom. "I will see you downstairs, darling."
My heart skipped a beat when she said the last part. This is the first time she called me anything else than Vasilios. It was damn time for a change.
I watch her walking out of the room. Her hips swaying from left to right at each step she took. She was the kind of girl I could only dream about.
Sweet, nice, caring, and loving. And a little bit of freakiness.
She was everything I need and so much more. Jillian deserved the world and I'm ready to give her that. She was an angel that brought the good out in me.
I walked into the walk-in closet and squatted down to open the secret drawer behind the mirror. Jillian didn't know this drawer exist. Lucky me, because I ran out of ideas where to hide this.
I stared at the red velvet box. It was in this drawer for almost a month now and I could not wait to see it on Jillian.
But I was not going to give it to her yet. I needed the perfect moment for this.
I placed the box back in the drawer and sighed heavily. I was already so nervous and it was not even happening yet. I closed the door of the walk-in closet and headed downstairs to help Jillian with dinner.
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Jillian Malik P.O.V
Marco and I were busy helping the caterers to put everything in place when the doorbell rang. "I'll get it." Marco said and walked out of the kitchen to open the door. I continued doing my work when I suddenly heard. "Pudding, tÃa is here!"
My eyes widened and I ran out of the kitchen. Aunt Lydia and Milan were standing in the foyer with a huge smile on their faces. "TÃa, Milan!" I hugged Aunt Lydia firmly and then squatted down to Milan to place kisses all over his face. "How was the flight?" I was so happy they finally arrived. I had been waiting and thinking about them all day.
"The flight was pleasant. No problems at all." she said smiling and then looked at Marco. "Your private jet is amazing. I'm so happy you take good care of Jillian."
"Actually," Marco said, chuckling nervously. I can't believe he's nervous around my aunt. "She's the one that takes care of me." He placed his hand possessively around my waist and looked down at Milan who was staring at the huge christmas tree in the living room. "Did you brought a girlfriend with you to kiss under the mistletoe later, bud?"