Catherine Smith's POV
"I don't know if I was wearing the right clothing for this occasion. I thought we were just out to grab some dinner," I said as I was walking beside Wyatt as he put his hand on my lower back. I did not think that his touch will be safe and familiar.
Not that I was complaining.
"It's alright. We don't pay much attention to one's clothing if they were wearing the appropriate attire. Besides, I think your sundress is a nice touch," he said as he was looking at me. I smiled sheepishly as I was trying to control my blush. Damn this man and his charms.
"I hope you like Italian food," he said as he was opening the door to the Italian restaurant. I don't know that they have one in town. I think I was not paying much attention to them then.
"I could go by. I don't detest them," I said as I was looking at Wyatt. He smiled at me before we were strolling inside and the hostess showed us our table. I don't know that the hostess knows us but one look at Wyatt, we were being treated like royalty.
"What are you having?" He asked me as I was scanning the menu. I have no bloody idea.
"I don't know. Why don't you recommend to me what is good for me," I said as I set aside the food and right now, it was nice to know that someone with much bigger knowledge will help me out.
"Okay, so I would recommend the Alfredo Fettuccini if you want for the safe option," he said as I nodded.
"Sure, I can take that," I said as I was looking for some beverage. I was searching for my regular beverage before Wyatt interrupted my search.
"You know, they say that with this pasta, we should get the white wine," he said as I closed the menu and smiled at him.
"Well, you're the expert," I said before he arched an eyebrow at me.
"You're not going to protest?" He asked before I laughed at his statement.
"No, I think I would love that you were the one that making all the decision and I enjoy the ride," I said as I was eyeing him. He smirked.
"is that so? I wonder what happens if you ride me," he said as he asked for a waiter before I felt my blush was flaming my face. God, can this man be giving more innuendo until the evening was over?
I think I already have the answer to that question.
After our dinner, Wyatt paid for everything even though I offered that I wanted to pay my half. He insisted that I enjoyed the date and being pampered by him. Not that I was complaining since I was broke as fuck right now until my next salary.
"So, you're ready for your opera?" Wyatt asked me and I nodded. I don't know what I will do once I was in the opera but I hoped I can understand some of it but considering that they were in German, I might lose my hope altogether.
"Don't worry. I will help you to understand the opera," Wyatt whispered when we were admitting to our box. I thanked him before we took our seat and the lights were off unless it was for the stage.
"The starting was a bit confusing since the story was considered the oldest as the time itself," Wyatt whispered to me as I turned to look at him.
"Oldest? What do you mean?" I asked him but he simply smiled.
"As I said, this story originates from Cyprus island itself but the origin was being debated and the Germans were very territorial with their historic claims," Wyatt continued as I was watching the opera as the woman sang in a foreign language that I don't have to guess which was German.
"Now the sailors have come across a beautiful woman on the island and they were being away from the women in their arms for a very long time. Guess what happen?" Wyatt asked me as I looked at the stage and the men were acting as if they were ravishing the woman. I can't look away even though the thought was overwhelming.
"Yes, it was said that the woman was being left in ruin but what the sailors did not know is that, she was a Goddess. A deity that has powerful power and incantation that can leave them in ruin. The sailors asked for forgiveness. The goddess gave them a second chance but with a consequence," Wyatt said as I was looking at the stage. It was enticing when Wyatt was telling me the story that I don't even understand what they were singing about.
"Now, the sailors have returned home and their quest begins. They must find one true heir of the goddess as she has been given birth but the baby has been carried away by the barbarians that came to the island." Wyatt said and stopped before I turned to look at him. He was clenching his jaws before I turned to look at the stage.
There was a sword fight and many have fallen. I guess their quest did not go smoothly.
"Then, what happened?" I asked Wyatt before he closed his eyes. He was taking a deep breath before he was opening his eyes, trying to control the anger in him, perhaps?
"Maybe we should go," I whispered to him as my heart broke when he was suffering like this. All because he was excited for me to see the opera for the first time.
"Wyatt—"
"No, it's fine. I just have something in my mind that I remembered when I saw that scene," he said as he was breathing heavily. I wanted to soothe his hurt, his pain. So I did what I can do in that time.
I kissed his throat and jaws.
He tensed before he relaxed as he was welcoming my touch and I was more than happy to deliver it to him. He closed his eyes again as I was kissing him in the dark of the box and out of the sight of any prying eyes.
"Catherine," he said breathlessly as I was breathless as well after I was kissing him for a moment.
"I think we should go," he suggested before his eyes were glowing in the dark. Beautiful as I was looking into his eyes. I don't know what to do but I just nodded at his request. We turned away from the opera and we were off into the streets.
We were striding toward my apartment that was outside the city limit but it will only take 10 minutes to reach them. I don't notice where we were going and for the first time, I just realized that Wyatt knows where my apartment was.
I unlocked the door when we arrived at the door and we stumbled inside as Wyatt was pushing me before my back was hitting the door. He was breathing heavily now and it was the only sound that I can focus on right now.
"IF we do this, I don't think I can let you go," he said as he was looking into my eyes. I was gulping as I know what he was applying. I nodded even when I know his intention. He wanted to have sex with me and he planned to ravish me until dawn was coming. And I have given him my consent that I will let him do anything that he wanted.
"By God, I will ravish you thoroughly and tomorrow, you will be mine forever," he said as he was kissing my throat before he was claiming my mouth. It was not an innocent kiss but rather a passionate, demanding, possessive kiss. I moaned in that kiss before he hauled me up and he strode toward the bedroom.
How he knows where it was baffled me.
But right now, I don't care because, for tonight, Wyatt Jones will be mine and only mine to hold.