"Are you alright?"
Nodding I kissed his chin and he wrapped his strong arms around me. Feeling his areas best unmentioned peaking interest. Blushing I turned to face the last place I saw my best friends, as the man brushed kisses on my needy body.
"Common, get a room already."
Giggling when Christian huffed me up on his strong arms bouncing when he too the stairs two in a row. Dropping me on his large comfortable bed, our eyes connected once more and I saw all I wanted to see and more.
Waking up, I walked to the bathroom and when I left I felt better than I have in forever. I was actually happy, for the first time in forever and for the first time since my adopted parents passed did not cry myself to sleep. Watching his gorgeous hard body sleeping his chest rising and falling steadying, I slipped out the room before I joined him.
I made blue Barrie pancakes, eggs and sausages. Made more options in case they preferred something other than what was on their plates. Loud groans pounded down the stairs, Aibek and Donavan overreacting around the spread. Giggling, while wiping the table at the man clearly enjoying themselves. As if they just noticed my existence, Donavan removed his hand from the bacon mountain. Momma always prepared twice as more because the man would find a way to finish what was prepared as long as it was not made by them.
"Zoe. Uh I this was a dream."
Aibek scratched the back of his neck and I full blown laughed because he looks like he was caught with is hand in the cookie jar.
"No. No, I made everyone breakfast."
People began entering and Christian sat at the head of the table his eyes warm. All the other seats taken I sat opposite him with a bowl of cereal.
"This tastes amazing."
They all preferred meat, and in seconds the meat was gone and I just ate what was not preferred. Enjoying the feeling of belonging, I wondered if this was what Nena anticipated when she told me to come here.
"Yeah? I'm not doing dishes."
Everyone debated on who was going to do the dishes, until it was decided the two that came first would clean up. I have literally never laughed so hard, Loralei comment made me laugh harder because Christian got possessive fast.
"If I wasn't already fated I wouldn't mind marrying you."
He called to him with our connection and I obliged rolling my eyes. Before I got a word in, he made me sit on his lap and began feeding me as if it was just the two of us here. Staring at Loralei with an intense focus she quickly averted her eyes and I slapped the brute on the arm.
"Matter of fact I have always wanted to get married."
I crossed my arms and made to get out of his possessive grasp, to which he countered by pulling me closer.
"Hey. Take that upstairs we trying to eat here."
Raven spat and nods rotated all around and my amazing brute carried me up the stairs, bridal style my head bobbing with every hurried step. Unceremoniously he dropped me on his bed, I giggled the fall making me light headed and incredibly faded. Closing my eyes I vowed to hold on to him and to never let go.
.
I woke up on an empty bed and I decide to actually explore Christian's room. Apart from it clean, old fashioned feel. His bathroom is modern, this is like a contrast to who he is. Walking to his desk a dark engraved book lay with a feather on it. The feelings hit, Deja Vu. I ended up giving into the urge to touch the immaculate feather. A burst of emotion and memory rushed to fast, suddenly I remembered what I needed to do.
His book a study to philosophical magic, the page with a book mark and underlined completely blew my mind. I needed to go look for him, this is major and I needed to warn him before it is too late. The position I found him, with some tall, gorgeous, natural red headed woman broke my resolve. He turned back as he felt the emotions coursing through my body, I turned around calmly and continued walking passing his room to the room with my stuff. Clearly I must be blind. Was I not the one he was supposed to be his fated to? They did not deserve to see my tears and I did cry. When I stopped Christian still has not come to me.
So I did the only thing I knew how, I got up, brushed my tears and stared at myself in the mirror. Remembering the day, I had finally had enough of my ex-boyfriends trashy antics. I had vowed to never be treated less than I deserve. Mom came up to me measuring myself up trying to see why Kevin kept cheating on me. Although I had broken up with the man I still felt inadequate. She brushed my tears away, told me to get up and we sat facing the mirror.
"Baby. Do you know what I see?"
I looked at the mirror and the sight made my heart hurt, I looked horrible and so defeated. I hated the fact Taylor had to save me, hated the fact I was still week.
"I see a strong, black, intelligent woman. Who I know will never take less than what she deserves."
Those words got my resolve up and I brace a smile. After a minute or so I went out of the room. Nothing is happening or will happen, not all man are as trashy as Kevin and the least I can do for Christian is give him a benefit of the doubt. Newly comforted by the possibility of my overreaction, I walked down the stairs just to see the ginger woman. She was alone by the look of things. So what's better than to sooth my curiosity?"
"Good day and you are?"
I steeled my voice and prayed she never heard the pretence in my tone. She smiled, her smile faker than her boobs. We were both walking on ice then.
"Call me Becky De Brus and who might you be?"
"Zoe Mabaso. What brings you here?"
"Oh honey, my man of course. Don't you communicate?"
Seeing my momentarily confusion, she decided to strike and of course this time she hit where it hurts and twisted the knife.
"Well then Christian is my boyfriend and the man that I am supposed to marry... Until your claws elongated and he decided to bond with you instead. But rest assured his still mine, he still loves me."
Although her words hit the bull's-eye I would never show her my weakness.
"I guess that boat has sunk, his mine now."
I declared before walking up the stairs, with a false sense of bravery. Passing Christian walking to my destination, I watched him read my expression his stoics. A single tear fell and I faced away from him and went to packing my stuff. Placing a spell of the many things I shrunk everything and placed it in my bag. I don't know if I'm ready to fight for him, yet.
Creating a portal I was ready to cross, when a hand stopped my progress and pulled me closer to his dark embrace. I heard his heart beat and subconsciously sunk deeper to the melody. My anger making a new type of vow, I will never allow anyone to make me feel less than. Our connection begged me to give him another chance to explain himself and my heart gave me a new conviction. I don't know if I am ready to let him go, not yet.