He peeks at me, then smiles, taking his eyes back to the road. "More than I thought I ever be in this life. I possess right here with me," he showers my palm with , making me almost jolt up from my seat in savory to his stimulating kisses, "the precious gift that I could have ever wished for—you, baby! Life was so ugly, but beautified everything the moment you came in. I wish—I just wish this happened . Our encounter."
Wow!
I hope I am not beaming blue and pink as I bloom at the feeling of being number one.
Remember the Super Trouper song by Abba Gold? My! I feel like the lights of love blazing all over me right now.
Cool, Ellie! You are at it again, acting like a sweet sixteen basking in the euphoric of love.
Sigh! But honestly, I am in a haven.
Ahem!
I know he is happy. He strangely adores me more than I ever thought any man would me. I am aware of his possessiveness toward me. I know I mean a whole lot to , the world, and that I have his heart, but me aside. The issue with his family? Is really happy about his decision? I mean, if we are looking forward to getting , solidifying things between us and our families ought to be our first step, right?
Dang!
"And are you also happy about your decision regarding your family?" I push my , hoping he will talk this time around because he evades the topic like a plaque.
The Lamborghini is inoculated with a screaming stillness for a while. He is lost, scrutinizing his sentiments towards that whole thing. I had to wring his hand snap him from his thoughts.
"My parents need to learn to let me live my life the way I want,” he says, his eyes still the road, with no falter in his baritone.
"But they did, Damian,” I say, soothing his hand. “They did let you live your life all years after you left, and I am sure your progress has made them proud of you.
You proved to them that you can make it on your own, and I am certain they are with your accomplishments. Don't you think it's high time you forgave them?"
"There are still a lot of unresolved issues between us, Ellie, and until they correct their , I won't show my face to them."
Jeez! He seemed so angry at his parents. He seems so determined to stay away from . What about... What about us? We can't settle down with things between him his parents like this. I am ready to face my father, even this night, just for him.
But him, can he toss his fury for his parents aside just for me? For us?
"Not even for our sake, Damian?” He snaps his eyes at me. “For me, our love, and our ? You are not going to bow to them for anything." My voice is barely a whisper, my fears and worries.
He squeezes my hand as he speaks, "You and I will be happy either way, darling, just destiny had it written. That I assure you. At this point, I believe we are ."
That sounds incredulously sweet. It doesn't matter whether the entire world is for us against us. Nothing will separate us. Nothing! But I also know one thing: we need blessings at some point. We will be happy either way, but with our parents and all the resentments uplifted, we will even be happier.
But looking at him, I guess his hurt goes way beyond what I surmise. I can’t hurt him . Not when we are on the road to our merry. Maybe some other time, I can raise issue and try to soften his heart toward his parents. "I love you," I mumble, his hand.
"I love you more," he whispers back, pulling me to rest my head on his shoulder while hand envelopes my shoulders, caressing me gently as he feeds me his warmth.
Well, it's like he knows how much I need this. "Do you like it there?" He queries, and
I look up at the smirk on his face.
It is obvious he knows I am dying to be here. "It is your fault for being this hot while I shivering with cold."
"So, are you saying it's only today that you desire to lay there? You and I know that is white lie!" he says with a confident smirk.
I snuggle closer, draping my hand around him just below the armpits. "Shut up and let rest. My butt is stinging from sitting for too long, you know? I am having one hell top of the other,” I retort.
"I see. I am sorry. I will give it a sweet massage when we arrive."
Aah! A massage!
"That is if I will let you even touch me," I tease, crawling my hand under his tee and his abs a little. He twitches, and I smirk.
"You can't keep your hands off me already. I bet you will be begging me to touch you moment we arrive."
Dang!
"Mmh. You are right. Because I'm dying to fuck you even right now, Damian
Almeda."
He chuckles really loudly. "Ooh, I know, baby. Just one or two hours, and you can me as much as you want. Be patient, baby! And don't be too naughty on me, ?"
One freaking more hour? Just where is he taking us?
I don't mutter another word. I'm not scared of being alone with him, even if we were be the only living creatures in this entire city or universe. I love him. I trust him. I I am safe with him. To wherever he is taking us, I will go. Whatever he has for us during this seven-day vacation, I am damn ready for it.
With the warmth of his pheromones, the thrills of the pleasurable moments awaiting , and the soothing feeling of the rain, I snuggle more tightly to him and close my . I'm in no doubt that the sweet lullaby of his rich pheromones will lure me to in no time.
Oh, I can't wait to start this vacation!