Nichole could not believe that Arthur could be threatened with the appearance of Christopher or any other man. She released herself from his grip and looked into his eyes, which were already wet, and assured him, “No, dear. No one is qualified to have me except you.”
She raised her lips to meet his and gave him a quick kiss. He looked at her and still showed doubt. Then, Nichole smiled and began to unbutton his shirt and reassured him, “You are my hero, Arthur.”
Arthur turned out to be her hero that night, and he regained his position after several rounds of intimacy.
“I love you, Nichole,” he stated happily.
“I love you too, my hero."
“You are moving into my apartment at once. I can't have you live alone anymore,” Arthur declared with finality but Nichole was skeptical and pointed out, “But we are yet…”
“Shhh. Yes. We are yet to register our marriage. We just have a few days left. Do you realize the danger you would have faced if the chef had succeeded?"
