[Kaleah POV]
As I explain my wedding vision to Clayton, his obedience and attention to detail cannot help but scare me, like I know the rumors about an aloof icy king Clayton Beckett that it was scary to see him not be snobbish.
"Um, for the flowers can I make a suggestion?" Clayton says catching me by surprise, I had not known he would pay attention to even decorations.
"Of-course it is your wedding too." I say, "besides I am not really a flowers type of girl, the only flower I know is the common rose."
"Ah... not a flower girl?" he asks with a hint of curiosity, "so what do you like as gifts then?"
"Oh… well you can never go wrong with new painting brushes." I tease, "but if I would say my dream gift would be chocolates, they make me nostalgic."
I expect him to laugh or mock me for what most would call a childish gift, by most I mean James, ugh, my taste in men. But he doesn't instead he smiles and replies, "noted, now I know how to my wife's favor."
His beautiful eyes flicker with determination and desire making my heartbeat fast, he was a beautiful man, not that I didn't know that already but to put it lightly, he is the type to be told 'you look way better in person.'
As I watch the beauty of this man our eyes meet, and even when I want to look away, I could not, I was emitting emotions I myself didn't know, my eyes drifted his lips which he notices, he bites his lower lip seductively, making me gulp nervously.
"So, what flowers are you thinking." I blurted out nervously, no, emotions should be present in this marriage, that desire to taste his lips or whatever emotion my heart feels enough to make it beat fast should be tucked away.
He chuckles at my outburst, 'humor me' I want to say, but I already know what is making him laugh, and I don't want to even get into that.
"Jasmines, I would like to have Jasmines as our deco flower." He says softly, "they have to be natural; I am not sure if they will be made in time."
"Don't worry Mrs. Dealer would make it in time. "I comfort him as a hint of sadness in his last statement, "so Jasmines for our flower deco." I say as I write down.
As we continue with our list, I cannot help but be sad by him choosing the flower, why Jasmines? Do they remind him of his ex, are they flowers Hailee liked.
"He-he." As I was busy pondering about the flowers I hear him giggle, I look at him for clarification and he smiles before saying, "they are my mother's favorite flowers."
I feel can feel my whole gut drop with the embarrassment I am feeling right now, he is going to think I am obsessive, he probably already thinks I am obsessive psychotic wife.
"You kept circling the part about flowers, so I thought you were wondering," he says at the frozen me who is waiting for the earth to swallow me, is take a deep breath to reply.
"Oh…. That is very sweet to commemorate your parents in our wedding." I speak.
"It is? That makes me happy." He sadly says, "but you should have just asked if you were curious, it had taken away all your thoughts, one would think you were jealous." He teases before smirking at me.
"I…. I… I am not jealous." I defended it but my crimson red face had turned me into a crime scene.
"Uhuh… definitely not jealous my dear fiancé." He says sarcastically, making me even more embarrassed.
"I swear I am not jealous," I say, "I am the one marrying you at the end of the day right." I proudly exclaimed; I see him shoot me a smile; I feel like we a drifting too close together emotionally a scary thing for a girl who was just dumped for another woman.
"So, do you have a budget in mind for the wedding." I change the subject, "I have my savings ready so I will pay for something."
"That won't be necessary."
"Huh?"
"Grandmother said she will pay for the wedding since she is the one pushing for this marriage to happen." I feel a little disappointed with his statement, knowing he doesn't want to marry me makes me sad.
"I heard you are going wedding dress shopping soon," he brings me back out my self-pity, "want me to accompany you?" he says half-jokingly half-serious.
"Um… what no, the groom should not see the wedding dress before the wedding day."
He chuckles, even though it is not a legitimate marriage, we still need to not jinx it. Besides, I am sure he said that to tease me.
"If the bride says so, then I will stay away." He concludes by taking the notebook.
"So, colors are royal blue and gold, Jasmines for flowers, 50 people guest, buffet and an open bar." He reads the list, "sound good to me, unless the bride wants to add something?"
"Um... well, can I… will you allow me to wear a colorful wedding dress?" I ask nervously, that had always been my dream, to wear a blue dress instead of a white one.
"Allow you?"
"Yes, I really don't want my dress to be white, if you don't like I would dress in white."
His face hard curled into a frown; he had brought our faces so close I had thought I stopped breathing for a small minute.
"My bride seems to not understand me that well" he whispers, "Leah, the only thing I can do is tell you how gorgeous you look in the dress, I cannot choose for you."
"Oh…." I gulped as our lips get closer, "so I can wear the blue dress?"
"Do you want a blue dress?"
"Yes."
"The you will get a blue dress, how does that sound."
"Awe… awesome." I mummer.
"Good, as long as my bride is happy." He says bringing our bodies even closer together.
I try to move away but my body seems to be on auto pilot, instead moving as Clayton's body's moving, possible doesn't want my brain do deprive it of the blessing coming its way that is Clayton's lips.
I think my brain shut down completely because it begged me to open my mouth and prepare myself for the kiss, making Clayton smirk before putting his hand on my nape.
My heart cannot stop beating fast, as I feel Clayton's moist lips touch mine, my whole body conforming to direction from Clayton, I cannot help but wish for more as I savor his lips. Emotionless marriage that is what I said, how naïve of me.