Your naked body should
only belong to those
who fall in love with
your naked soul.
-
Charlie Chaplin

___________________

"Angry at me?" I ask but again no reply. "Okay, if you don't want to speak to me then I'm going." I stand up with a scowl.

Find some new plan Ally. You have to cheer him up!

Hell with him.

I turn to leave but stops when I feel a hand on my wrist. I look over my shoulder only to find Daniel holding my wrist. His blue eyes seemed to bore into mine, the stare sending ice cold shivers running down my spine. Right now, he looked deadly and I wonder how on earth I was still standing when my knees felt like jelly and my heart raced a million miles a minute.

You sound cliché.

My eyes travel down his body. His shirt hugged his body like a second skin giving me an unobstructed view of his well-toned muscles and perfectly sculpted abs. His abs inviting me for a touch.

No thanks I want more than a touch.

Seriously?

Yup!

Rain pours down harder and I blink my eyes and wipe my face with my free hand. I stare at his wet face,water dripping down his face. Rain drops decorating his beautiful face.

Are you sick Ally? Damn, you shouldn't have come out while it's raining.

Darn it, it should be illegal to be this handsome.

Guys like him is like a disease which can cause health problems that include sweaty hands, rapid pulse, cold shivers, butterfly dance and severe problems like sexual arousal.

Are you gonna die now? Is there no cure?

Only medicine that can help is hot and wild sex with earth shattering orgasms.

Do you really want that medicine Ally?

Definitely!

And who is this doctor that is gonna prescibe this medicine for you?

Who else? Daniel, my lovely husband. Why should I find some other guy when I can get free sex without wasting my time and money?

As if he's gonna agree.

He will.

"Daniel?" I call him when I don't hear a word come out of his mouth. My breath caught when I'm pulled by an invisible force. I close my eyes in fear. Please let me be fine. No injuries please, I don't want soups. I slowly open my eyes only to find myself in Daniel's lap.

My lips curve into a bright grin as I wrap my arms around his neck. He buries his face into my neck. "I miss your smell," he murmurs. I giggle. My pulse raising again, heat waves setting my skin alight. That's the first time a guy has told me something like that.

"Are you planning to be my guard dog?" I ask pulling him away from my neck. I lean towards him and press my nose against his. I feel his breathe against my lips. He has perfect lips.

Then what're you waiting for? Just kiss him.

Slow and steady wins the race.

Argghhhh!

"Maybe," he murmurs and tilts his head to kiss me but I lean back. His face scruches with rejection and pain all over his face. He can be a softie at times.

For God's sake just kiss him.

I get up from his lap and takes a few steps backward. I forward my hand for him. "Mr. Daniel Avery, will you dance with me?" His faces turns white in shock. He swallows the lump forming in his throat and forces his gaze on me.

He's gonna turn you down Ally.

Quiet!

He knows very well that payback is a bitch.

Shut up!

I catch his eyes wandering all over my body. I look down at my gorgeous, expensive gown which is all drenched. "Only if you don't mind me fully wet and no makeup," I tease him with a grin but he doesn't reply.

Rejection.

Why the hell did I even decide to talk to him? I should have gone to sleep.

Yah sleep!

I stare at the ground as I slowly take my hand back but I stop again when I feel a touch on my palm. I lift my head and find Daniel's hand on my palm. I stare at Daniel, his lips turning into a smile.

I grin and try to grip his hand but he pulls away. "On your knees," he said, his attention completely on me.

"Padron?"

"I'll say yes only if you ask by going down on your knees." He smirks and my eyes widen.

"No!" Not going to happen.

C'mon, it's not that big of a deal.

"Goodnight," he mutters and turn his attention away from me.

Dammit!

I sigh as goes down on one knee. He turns towards me with a frown.

"Both knees." What am I doing? Begging? This is utter nonsense!

I huff some air out while standing on my knees. "Mr. Daniel Avery, will you dance with me?" He definitely lacks manners.

He makes me wait for another few seconds before rising to his feet, grabbing my arm and pulling me into his arms. I hit him on his chest, smiling inwardly. It's as

"You definitely doesn't come under gentleman category."

"I like it when you're feisty." I don't know why but I blush when I hear him say that. What the bloody hell is happening to me? I don't blush.

I wrap my arms around his neck as we slowly start dancing, his hands on waist and his eyes bored into mine. "Allison," he whispers, a shiver passes through my spine.

"Hmm?"

"You look beautiful." This sounds cheesy but I don't care. I would accept any compliment that comes from his mouth. Suddenly he dips me and my eyes turns wide. What's with men? Startling a woman while dancing. Butterflies start dancing when Daniel touches my cheek. I bite my lip as pulls me back. "I wanted to do it since the moment you walked in this dress," he says, pushing the wet strands away from my face.

My breath caught at the intensity of his gaze. I wobbled a smile as he stroked my cheek with my thumb. "I'm sorry," he whispers.

"Dani-" I start but he presses his finger against my lips, cutting me off.

I swallow when his finger traces my bottom lip and that's when I realize that we already stopped dancing. We stood in the middle of garden, raining pouring over us and staring at each other. Can this get can more cliché?

"I'm sorry I disappointed you. I'm sorry that I accused you of wanting John than me. I'm sorry for disrespecting you. I'm sorry for shouting at you. I'm sorry for walking out with Anna. I'm sorry for not being there for you need me. I'm sorry... that they hurt you."

The smile on my face stretched wider as I relaxed my body against him.

This is what I admire about Daniel. Everyone makes mistakes but not everyone admits it. Most of them doesn't admit what they did wrong or have the guts to apologize and repent for their mistakes.

Things would have been different if my parents choose to apologize to me rather than ignoring me. It would have been better if they had dinner with me at least once a month. The least they could do was apologise for forgetting my birthday, for missing out my graduation. I would have been much better if Cassy admitted that she liked Ashley instead of going behind my back.

That's why I always forgive Daniel because he knows what needs to be done to make me feel better. It's not about one sorry, it's about the sincerity and willingness that matters to me.

"Allison," Daniel whispers, pulling me away from my thoughts. I have to tilt my head back to look him in the eyes and when I do, he smiles at me—the cutest freaking smile I've ever seen—and then he slowly wraps his arms around me, pulling me into a hug. He's warm and hard, but soft at the same time. It melts me, makes me feel gooey, and sets off this inner schoolgirl reaction of screaming desperately with excitement. Internally.

Lowering his mouth to my ear, he says, "Let's go outside. I want to rip this dress off you," and then he releases me and takes a step back, leaving me breathless and incapable of processing anything that's happening.

My gaze moves over Daniel's shoulder only to find Annabelle and John standing there. John winks at me, a genuine smile on his face while Annabelle sends daggers to the back of Daniel's head. Daniel frowns seeing that my gaze is not on him, he follows my gaze only to scowl in annoyance.

I look over the balcony only to find Carla and Thomas staring at us. Carla grins at me while Thomas choose to glare at me. My face falls. Does he still think that I can't make Daniel happy?

She's reason why I'm unhappy.

My Dad's voice rings in my ears. He always thought I was the hurdle between them. The thoughts that I pushed away rushes back to me, I feel my breathe hitch slightly.

"Allison," Daniel calls out my name. I lift my head, meets his eyes and I give me a smile which didn't touch my heart like it usually did.

He doesn't smile back, he stares at me with a frown. "What's wrong?" he asks, looking at Carla and Thomas before turning towards me.

"Nothing," I reply, shaking my head.

He stares at me for another few seconds before muttering, "Liar." Really? How does he always catch it? "What is it, Allison?"

"Do you think you would have been happy if you married Annabelle? Maybe sort out everything with talking," I say, blinking up at him.

Daniel rolls his eyes at me. He rolls his eyes at me! He rolls his eyes! At me!

I get it! You don't have to repeat the same sentence again and again.

His reaction is not what I expected. I continue blinking at him.

"Don't ask stupid questions, Allison." Stupid question?

"Daniel! You like her. She's your first crush, your first girlfriend and she must mean something. If I wasn't in the picture then you could have talked to th-"

I stop talking when Daniel bent his head and captures my lips with his. I stand there shocked as I try to process what's happening.

He's kissing you, Ally. Kiss him back. This isn't the first time.

But why does it always feels like first time when he kisses me? It always feels new and I ain't used to this feeling yet.

Stop standing there like a goddamn pole and kiss him back.

I slowly open my lips and kiss him back. Before I could pull him closer, he pulls away from me. He cups my cheek, gives me his charming smile. "Baby, you're the best thing that has ever happened to me. Never forget that." he whispers.

Baby? He called me baby? Woah! That's the first time. It's the first he's using an endearment. Oh my God, my poor heart! It can't take such a big shock. Best thing? Jesus! I can die as a happy woman.

"Daniel," I whisper.

"Hmm?"

"Let's rip my dress off," I mutter, blinking at him. He laughs out loud, his head flying back while he grips me tighter with his arms, forcing me to rest my head against his chin. The rumble of his laugh flows through me and I commit the feeling to memory, letting it sink beneath the layer of my skin.

He scoops me up in his arms, my hands goes around his neck and rests my head against his shoulders as he walks towards our room, ignoring all the audience we have.

What caught my eyes was Hope who was taking pictures as if her life depends on it. What is she doing? I wanted to ask her but I was too busy being distracted by the beauty of my husband.

Why do I feel like a bride on her honeymoon?

You're actually a bride on her honeymoon time.

Shut up!

Daniel steps inside our room, closes the door with one hand and then walks towards our bed and slowly brings me to feet. Daniel carried towels from the bathroom, he wipes himself and helps me drying my hair. "Let's get you out of this dress," he says as he pulls down the zipper of my dress, letting it pool at my feet.

"Why didn't you rip it?" I ask, frowning at him.

He chuckles as he grabs my wet gown, placing it on couch. Daniel moves towards me, slides his large hands down my back, cupping my ass as he lifts me into his arms with ease. "That gown is too pretty to rip it off. Wear something less admiring next time." He's right. I might hate myself for letting him rip it out in the morning because that desss is so beautiful and fits me perfectly.

I wrap my legs around him before I kiss him. He tastes like wine. His lips feel so damn good against mine. He rakes his teeth along my bottom lip, biting ever so softly as I gasp into his mouth. He open-mouth kisses me with desperation, leaving me absolutely breathless. It feels forever since we had a makeout session. After all that happened today, we badly need it.

When his tongue duels with mine, I feel like I'm floating. When he falls on top of me on the bed, I squeeze his hips as he cups my jaw, his tongue sliding against mine. I push his coat down his arms before reaching for his shirt. I pull it up and off him, only parting to get the shirt off. I run my hands down his taut chest, and I want to look at every single part of him, but then his mouth is back on mine. A deep moan rumbles in his chest, and soon I'm dripping with want.

He wants me. I want him. More than I ever wanted anyone.

He sits back on his heels, he lifts me so that I'm in his lap, our mouths never stopping. His kisses are demanding, unrestrained, and I almost can't keep up. It's like he's devouring me, and never have I felt so wanted. I feel him against my thigh. He's so thick, so long, and Jesus, I want to taste him. I tear my mouth from his, and when he whimpers in the sexiest, most manly way, I swear I almost come.

"Well, you're quite wild today," I tease. He smile at me as I move out of his lap, my knees landing on the bed on either side of him.

"You don't know much I wanted to do that.

"I could say the same," I admit as I reach for the button on his slacks. "But this is what I really wanna taste."

His eyes are hooded, dark, like the sky during a nasty tornado, as he watches me working on his pants. My hand freezes when I hear my phone ringing.

Daniel chuckles causing me to growl. Why is there interruption always? I locked the door this time but the phone choose to take action. "Ignore it," I mutter as I continue my work. Daniel places his hand on mine, stopping me from moving forward.

"Answer it," he says, reaching out for my phone from the nightstand. He chuckle turns into a low laugh when he sees the caller ID and I realized who was calling. Seriously?

Daniel passes me my phone and my suspicion comes true when I see Hope's name on my phone. I answer the call before barking, "What is it?"

"Woah! Calm your tits, girl!" Hope exclaims, surprised by my outbreak.

"This better be important," I snap, leaning back against the headboard while Daniel steps away from the bed and strolls towards the bathroom.

"It is. We found the boy who was bullied." My body freezes slightly. "Archer Edson, 18, senior year and studies at Ashley's high school."

"He can afford it?" That's my first question. The high school where Ashley studies is a high maintenance school so that's the first question. Why didn't the boy tell his parents? Or even complaint?

"Actually he can't. He's a scholarship student," Hope says, confirming my doubts. "No parents. Until last month, he was under the care of his uncle who's a drunken asshole. He's on his own now. Works at a bookstore."

"Anything else?"

I hear hesitation in Hope's voice. "He.. I don't know, Ally. The boy looks so weak and tired. His IQ is above 150 so you can guess his intelligence. Might have reached heights if there was someone to help, I feel so bad."

"I get it. Send his details and find out where he's living."

My gaze turns toward Daniel who walks out of the bathroom and my brain stops. All my thoughts halt. Because Daniel was facing me, watching me as he stood there in boxer briefs. Only boxer briefs. Was his eyes on me? Maybe but I sure as hell wasn't looking at his face. All I saw were his flat six-pack abs and square pecs, the low rise of his gray boxer briefs and his cock. I coughed and eyed his thigh one more time before quickly looking at his face.

Daniel chuckles as he walks towards the bed, slides under the cover and pulls it over our naked legs. He sits closer to me, leaning against the headboard, casually drape his arm over my shoulder, drawing little circles on my arm. It's a simple touch, nothing sexual but I can't help think more to it.

"Ally, are you there?" Hope asks, bringing me out of my thoughts.

"Yeah," I reply, snuggling closer to Daniel. I put the phone on loudspeaker and place it on my lap.

"You have tons of cases on line. James is trying to handle them but I know it's not easy for him. Your marriage with Daniel and the last two cases has brought a lot of popularity than we imagined."

I get it. When you win a case, it's normal. But when you win a case which that was all over the news, you gain bonus points. My record of cent percent success is not an easy thing to keep up either so popularity might increase. But the actual problem here is we don't have enough lawyers for criminal cases. There are just three lawyers in this branch including me so when the number of cases increases, the work pressure increases too.

"I'll decide it tomorrow. Tell me about the new hiring," I say in a low voice when Daniel's hands moves behind my back, touching my bra hooks. My breathe hitches when he unhooks it, pulls the material out of my arms and places it at the nightstand. I look at him only to find him smiling at me. I look away, not being able to handle his smile right now.

"Stella Steve, Martin George and Amy Casey are the new hiring in criminal department. They'll join for tomorrow's meeting. Stella and Martin have an experience of five years while Amy has started her practice since six months."

Hope continues explaining about the new lawyers while I sit there half naked and horny. I remind myself that Hope is on the other side of the phone, talking important stuffs.

When Daniel trails his mouth down my neck, I lengthen it for him. My eyes drift shut as he runs his tongue over my collarbone and squeezes my breasts. I'm drunk with lust as he runs his tongue down the center of my chest and around the curve of both of my breasts. When he captures one of my nipples in his mouth, he takes the other in his fingers as he sucks and tweaks. It's so much at once, and I feel my orgasm building in a way I've never felt it build before. I lift my head, wanting to watch his torturous mouth on me, but then he's there, his eyes burning into mine.

He takes my breath away. He moves his lips slowly against mine, not kissing me but slightly touching mine with his. Soft moans escapes from my mouth and the voice coming out of my phone stops. I freeze and Daniel stops his sweet torture as he pulls away from the kiss.

"You got to be kidding me, woman," Hope shouts. I cringe, closing my eyes but I don't care about the embarrassment right now when Daniel has his hand on my breast, drawing circles.

"I'm horny," I snap back. "I have a hot husband to fuck but you always find a way to cock block so what should I do?" Daniel chuckles, my cheeks burning.

"Jesus," Hope mutters. "It's not my mistake that you have tons of work. Anyway, I'll send you every details. Check them when you're done... doing whatever you're doing now. Don't come to the meeting without going through them. Otherwise, I'll cut off your tits." She's awfully obsessed with my breasts and I don't understand why. It's not like she doesn't have it.

She hangs up the phone on me and I roll my eyes. Daniel grabs the phone placing it on the nightstand before turning his attention towards me. He pulls me down so I'm laying on the bed.

"You told me to answer my phone but you can't keep your hands off me?" I ask, trying to sound annoyed but I'm nowhere near that emotion.

"Not my mistake that you're hot." Butterflies starts their work.

"Daniel."

"Hmm?"

"I have a lot to talk to you."

"I know."

"So you want to hear it?"

"I want to hear everything you say."

"But I don't think I can talk now."

"I know," he mutters, placing a kiss on my forehead.

When he rises up on his knees, I watch as he yanks down my thong and throws it to the floor. With such tenderness, he kisses down my belly before running his tongue down into the molten hot crux of my thighs. He pushes my knees apart and into the bed as he laps his tongue against me. It feels totally amazing. He dips the tip of his tongue between my lips, and his name comes out in a harsh moan. His fingers bite into my thighs at the sound, and when he finds my clit, he's ruthless. I almost come off the bed, arching so high as he devours me. His tongue is wild inside me, probing and licking every single part of me. He drops to his elbows, opening me up and then flicking his tongue against my clit until I'm screaming so loud, I'm sure the whole mansion might hear it.

When I come, I come so hard, I feel like I was knocked into next week. My heart is in my throat, and I'm pretty sure I can't move. My legs are trembling, and my heart is knocking so hard it hurts. Daniel kisses my thighs, my hips, before dipping his tongue into my belly button. I open my eyes and take in his gorgeous body. I feel dizzy. I want him.

I pull him back to the bed, rises to my knees as I unleash his cock, tear my gaze from his and look down at the swollen girth in my hand. He's enormous, but I didn't expect anything less. With my ass in the air, I take him into my mouth with no hesitation at all. I grip his base as I bring my lips up his velvety smooth skin. Holy crap, he makes me hot.

I run my tongue over his head, along the ridge, and down the shaft before dipping my tongue in his hole. He jumps in my mouth, his moans getting louder with each lick I take of him. When he cups my breast, I lean into his hand. His fingers tweak my nipple, like he did earlier. I move my tongue along his shaft, taking him deep into my mouth.

I want to hear my name on his lips. Taste him. I want to watch him as he loses control. Dreams are nothing compared to reality in this case. I can feel him pulsating, and soon he is jerking up into my mouth, coming hard. I open my eyes, needing to see him, and as I thought, the dream is nothing compared to the reality of watching Daniel Avery come. His eyes fall shut, and his lashes kiss his cheeks sweetly. His face is full of color as he parts his mouth, and a hard moan leaves his swollen lips. His grip on my breast tightens as I suck him dry. He lets his head fall back, and when he shakes it, my eyes widen.

He pulls me back into his arms, I  huddled toward his embrace and he welcomed the weight of me against his chest. He brushed my hair back, the corner of my lips lifted.

"Allison," he calls out my name.

"Mmm."

"I'm happy." Warmth fills me with his words, his lips touches my hair as I smile widely. Those were the words I needed to breathe and he knew it.

"Are you okay?" Daniel asks when my face pales.

I lean against him as I stare at my iPad. After our hot session, instead of sleeping we decided to work. Actually, I decided to work. I told Daniel to sleep but he choose to sit beside me instead of sleeping.

I stare at the boy—Archer's picture. He looks like a sweet, handsome boy but the bruises on his face cannot be ignored. "I don't know what's happening."

Daniel pulls me closer. "Archer has been bullied since past one year by his juniors and classmates. I'm not sure about the details but he lives with his uncle who doesn't care about him. He stopped going to school when he was 10 due to an accident. Took two years for him to get his health back and recover completely. He studied hard and skipped classes so he could make up for the years he has missed. He wants to become a neurosurgeon."

I blink at Daniel, surprised how he knew about this. He shrugs when he sees my look. "I texted Judge asking about what happened in your office and he told me everything. I checked the details Hope sent you and I did my research. The school is part of the board so I pulled some strings to get his details. Nothing much."

I smile at him.

"Are you hurt?"

I know what he means so I answer truthfully. "I know I did nothing wrong. I checked on Ashley everyday, called Cassy to make sure everything is fine. I promised her that I'll take Ashley with me after this party but I didn't know things went out of my hand. We had a strong bond, I thought Ashley was a sweet girl who would never hurt anyone but I was wrong. I checked her school about her before and after I got the custody but I never knew what she was doing. Everything I heard was wrong. How did I miss it? Why is she doing it? I don't know."

"It's not your mistake. You did everything you could do. You tried your best to make her feel valued. Every woman wouldn't marry someone to get their sister's custody." I flinch inwardly.

I shake my head. I turn towards Daniel, cups his face. "I didn't marry you because of the custody, Daniel. Of course, it was a requirement too but custody wasn't everything. I planned to meet the guy whom my parents choose and brush him off. I wouldn't have agreed to it if it wasn't for you no despite the fact that I might get the custody. I was ready to wait for another one year to get her out of there. It wasn't because of Ashley or my parents and I'll never regret that decision," I say, wrapping my arms around him, burying face to his neck. My face filled with worry, my body tensed. "Would you have agreed to this marriage if it wasn't me?"

Silence. Disappointment fills my veins.

I lift my head as Daniel pulled me to his lap. He lift my chin with his index finger so I'm forced to look him in his beautiful eyes. "I told my Dad that I don't want to marry anyone and got myself ready to be disowned. That's when I saw you in the bar, I didn't know who you were, Allison. You were just another pretty girl who walked towards but instead of trying to hit on me, you brought up a conversation. Your gray eyes were trying hard to get to know me but I was too drunk to realize that. The next day when you marched inside my penthouse and suggested the six months deal. The first thought that came to my mind was how your gray eyes shined when you smiled at me. I wanted to see that again and I agreed without thinking anything. I didn't inform my lawyer about anything, I didn't insist on a prenup. I didn't tell anyone but Ryan and Leila because deep inside I knew you would be there with me. At that moment, none mattered more than you. I never regretted that decision, not even when I was angry at you or frustrated with the company. At this moment, I don't care whether I'll loose my company or reputation because I have you in my arms."

My heart jumps to my throat and my lips tremble. Because never in my life has a man talked to me like Daniel just did—so passionate, so determined, so real. Daniel just bled it all out on the floor, showing me exactly where he stands and it was... too much.

Too much to comprehend. Too much for me to handle in that moment, surrounded by him, his things, his fresh scent. My mind was whirling, buzzing, terrified of what I might say or not say. I know for a fact if Daniel saw me right now, he would do everything in his power to make sure I was okay, because that's who he is.

Judge's words ring in my ears. No man would ever say such deep wedding vows unless he means it. He might be falling in love with you.

Jesus! I brushed off Judge at the cake cutting ceremony, calling him delusional but I get it now.

"Da-" I starts but he cuts me off.

"I'm not asking anything from you, Allison. I just want to tell you that I believe you. I believe that you wouldn't have suggested this six months deal if it wasn't for me and I need you to believe me that if it wasn't for you, your smile then I wouldn't have agreed for this marriage either."

He stares at me as if he's expecting something from me and I know what it is. I smile at him, wide and sweet. A beautiful smile kisses his lips as he pulls me against his chest.

"We're going to get divorced after six months," I tell him expecting him to freeze but he doesn't. He grabs my iPad and places it in front of me to read.

"Five months are left."

"I might have sex with others guys once we're divorced."

He nods his head. "I know. Will you start dating?"

I shake my head. "I'm not sure. Maybe if I meet someone with gorgeous eyes as yours. Will you?"

"Maybe we can date after we're divorced." He sifts his fingers through my hair, examining my locks.

A smile kisses my lips. "Maybe. I don't think I can find anyone with such beautiful eyes."

He grabs the case list papers, reading it while brushing my hair with his fingers. "I can move in with you after eight dates." The thought of him moving into my house melts my inside.

"Five dates! I don't want to stay away from you for long time," I whisper, placing a kiss on his sternum.

"Okay," he replies, his lips taste my neck, slowly, methodically igniting goosebumps over my skin. "After I start living with you, I'll teach you to cook."

"Really?" My heart hammers at the thought of Daniel teaching me to cook. Maybe we would end up getting dirty in the chicken. Yeah, it turns me on, but it also makes me feel precious. 

"Only if you go shopping for me."

"I will," I exclaim, nodding my vigorously. "I'll fill your wardrobe with tons of clothes." Butterflies flutter in my stomach, my nerves getting to me so much I almost feel like throwing up. 

"Allison?"

"Hmm."

"Will you remove that ring when we get divorced?" I freeze, not expecting that question. The air stills around us, my pulse hammers in my throat. My fingers involuntarily run over the ring.

"Maybe."

His expression turns blank replacing his smile. "Will you give it back to me?"

I turn my head to look up at him. "If I give it back to you, will you give it to another girl?"

He rests his forehead against mine and says, "No. I would keep it safe." He chuckles. "That ring belongs to only one girl." He lifts my chin and says,
"I would wait for her to come back and take it back from me."

"Until when?" I bite my lip in anticipation.

"Forever," he replies as he strokes his hand over my hair, his eyes trained on mine the whole time. 

I take a deep breath, turns away from him. I rest my cheek against his chest as I draw circles across his abs. "You don't have to wait forever because your girl is not giving it back to you."

"Not even after divorce?"

"Not even after divorce," I confirm, not thinking about anything else. I have taken the decision. He presses a kiss to my temple.

"Daniel?"

"Mmm."

"Maybe we could move a bit faster."

"How much faster?"

"Like we could skip things."

"Skip what?" My heart gets ready to explode as I think about it again. Am I really going to do this?
What if—

No what-ifs. I just needed to do it. I really did.

What are you talking about?

I bite my lip. "We could skip the five dates and make it to three."

So you can cuddle him every night?

"Okay." My heart goes all fluttery.

Jesus Christ!

I'm going to do this. Help me this one time! I'm going to do it.

"Or skip the divorce part." I close my eyes, waiting for his reply.

Silence. Total silence.

What? Oh my God! Finally! Thank Lord.

Shut up! He's going to reject.

He won't.

He will. He didn't disagree when I talked about divorce earlier.

He didn't want to push you.

I sounded so desperate and clingy

You're desperate and clingy.

Shu-

"Okay," he whispers. What? I open my eyes and I gape at him, words stuck in my throat.

"Maybe we could start the cooking lessons from tomorrow," Daniel suggests, his eyes fixed on the papers he's reading but I could see his lips lift at the corner.

I blink at him.

He agreed! We're not getting divorced.

I told you.

I let out a lengthy sigh and rests my forehead against his. I grab the papers away from him, placing it on the bed as I stare into his eyes. "Thank Christ for that." I giggle, tightening my grip on him. His strong fingers grip my hips. I pepper him with kisses because he's here, and he's mine.

With a sigh, I kiss his brow, his cheek, wherever I can. "You know what this means? I'm with you forever. I'm not going anywhere." His gaze warms, but his expression is solemn. 

"As if I'll let you go," he declares, his smile is so pleased. His hands hold my nape, and he goes at my mouth as if I'm the only one who can give him air.

Sweet man. I'm keeping him forever. Forever!

Hey!!!!!

This is the longest chapter of this book. Took me some hard thinking to finally get it done.

This book still has more chapters coming in. I'll try to update soon so do not forget to comment and vote.

Now, I got a text from Mia, one of my readers asking whether there'll be a sequel to this book.

The answer is an absolute NO. There's no sequel for this book which means it's a complete stand alone. And this book will not be taken down from Wattpad like before. I have made sure of it. 😉

Again, feel free to talk to me about this book or my upcoming books.

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Take care! Love you all 💕