At that moment, I decided to take the risk. The kiss was sweet, intoxicating, and filled with a passion that couldn't be denied.
I knew I shouldn't give in to temptation, but the desire between us was undeniable. I loved him, and he claimed to feel the same way. Despite my uncertainty, I was willing to take a chance on us. I loved him with all my heart.
When he apologized, his expression spoke volumes. There was something genuine in his eyes, something that made me believe in him.
"Do you love me?" I asked, searching his eyes for the truth.
"I love you," he replied, his voice filled with sincerity and warmth. It was a sound I couldn't forget, a melody that echoed in my heart.
With those words, I pulled him closer and kissed him passionately. His response reassured me, giving me the courage to trust him and embrace this moment fully.
"I love you, Raze," I whispered between kisses.
We moved together in harmony, guided by the sweet melody of our passion.
His hands skillfully unbuttoned my top, sending shivers down my spine and igniting a fierce desire for him to be closer. In response, I reciprocated, unbuttoning his long sleeves while our kiss deepened, the heat between us intensifying with each passing moment.
"A-ah! Raze!" I gasped as he trailed kisses down my neck, sending pleasurable sensations coursing through me, eliciting a delightful tickle in the pit of my stomach.
Returning to my lips, his hands explored my back, one hand cupping my butt while the other provided support. I melted into his embrace, my left hand resting on his nape, craving his touch.
His tongue danced with mine, engaging in a passionate battle, while his lips, soft and warm, fervently claimed mine. I felt a warmth spreading through my flesh, igniting a fire within me that burned with desire.
His touch and kisses ignited a fiery desire within me.
"I think you don't need this," he whispered, his lips trailing soft kisses along my earlobe as he deftly unhooked my bra and discarded it.
"Raze! Ah! Shit!" I groaned as his hands found my mounds, massaging them gently and eliciting a deep, primal moan from deep within me.
I bit down on my lower lip, fighting to stifle the sounds of pleasure threatening to escape.
"Don't worry, this room is soundproof. I want you to sing my name, honey," he whispered, his words sending shivers down my spine and igniting a fire within me.
Slowly, he guided me to his bed, each movement deepening the sensation, intensifying the pleasure, and enveloping us in a world of tenderness and desire. His eyes were filled with longing, with love, and with a lust that consumed every inch of my being.
He was like a god, a deity of desire, and I found myself lost in his embrace, swept away by a passion I never knew existed. I never imagined being here with him, but now that I was, I couldn't imagine being anywhere else.
"A-Aah! Raze, fuck!" I hissed as he bent down and took my nipple into his mouth, sending waves of ecstasy coursing through me with each gentle suckle.
His right hand caressed my left breast, his touch sending ripples of pleasure through my body as he teased my nipple with his lips.
"I never expected this beneath your uniform. This is exquisite," he murmured, kissing and nuzzling my breasts as if they were the most intoxicating delicacy.
"Raze! Ahh~ Ahh!" I moaned, feeling his soft kisses trailing down to my abdomen. My nerves tingled as his fingers toyed with the fabric covering my skin, his playful smile driving me wild.
"Raze! Fuck, Ahh!"
"Relax, honey. Just let go," his playful tone only adding to the intensity of the moment.
"Shit, Raze!" I exclaimed as he teasingly pulled down my PJ's, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.
"Holy shit, you're so sexy!" I helped him undress me, eagerly shedding the PJ's. He tossed them aside, leaving my body tingling with anticipation.
"I---"
"What, honey?" he interrupted, his lips trailing kisses down to my most sensitive areas. Slowly, he pulled down my undies and began kissing my vulva, eliciting moans and calls of his name from me.
"Fuck!"
"You're so wet, baby! Your juices taste as good as heaven."
"Aah!" I moaned as his tongue playfully danced around my clitoris, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through my body.
"It feels so good! Fuck!" I gripped onto his comforter tightly. We were just beginning, yet it felt like we were already nearing the peak of ecstasy.
The pleasure was overwhelming, every nerve ending in my body coming alive as if they were reaching out for his touch.
He urged me to spread my legs wider for better access, and I complied eagerly, trembling with anticipation. I felt like I was transported to another dimension, lost in the universe of sensation he was creating.
"Honey, let my fingers taste you," he whispered, his words sending a flush of embarrassment and excitement through me.
"Fuck! Oh shit! R-Raze!" I gasped, panting as he inserted his fingers and began moving them inside me. It was a mix of pleasure and pain, but the intensity of sensation was beyond anything I had ever experienced.
"Shit! You're so tight! D-don't t-tell me y-you're! Fuck! Lorence!" he exclaimed, sounding surprised.
He stopped his hands abruptly, causing a jolt of frustration to course through me.
"I n-never been touched there b-but R-raze.. please! Aah!" I managed to utter, my voice filled with shyness and desire.
"Raze, do it!Please daddy." I pleaded, wanting to feel more of him, despite the initial discomfort.
"Aaah!" With a slow, deliberate motion, he resumed his movements, as if he were playing an instrument. Each movement was tinged with pain, yet I yearned for more.
"R-raze! Ah! F-faster," I requested, and he obliged, increasing the pace of his thrusts, each one eliciting a moan of pleasure from deep within me.
"I'm c-cumming! Ah!" I managed to utter, overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment. His touch, his kisses, everything was driving me wild. As I reached the peak of pleasure, I couldn't contain myself any longer.
He licked his fingers and kissed me again, trailing kisses from my sensitive bud to my abdomen, then to my twin valley and back to my lips. Each touch, each kiss, sent shivers down my spine.
I was so close to him, so connected, and in that moment, I knew without a doubt that I loved him. I had given him my virginity, my pride, my gift meant for a future husband. But with him, it felt right.
Closing my eyes, I surrendered to his touch, allowing him to take me to new heights of pleasure. But then, as he unbuttoned his slacks, a surge of desire washed over me. I eagerly helped him, eager to explore every inch of his body.
Pushing him down, I began kissing his chest, tracing the contours of his muscles with my lips. I was now in control, and I relished the opportunity to explore his body. Moving lower, I kissed my way down to his shaft, feeling a rush of excitement as I realized just how huge he was. It was a moment I had only dreamed of, and now, it was finally happening.
"Lorence! fuck!" His voice filled the room, a mixture of surprise and pleasure as I took control, eager to please him.
I couldn't believe I was doing this outside of my dreams, outside of the perfect scenario I had imagined for my first time.
His manhood was massive, fully erect and throbbing with desire. I licked and sucked him eagerly, following his movements and responding to his cues, determined to bring him to the peak of pleasure.
As he called my name, a shiver ran down my spine. His voice was like music to my ears, fueling my desire to please him even more.
He lifted me up, his lips finding mine once again. Despite my shyness, I surrendered to the pleasure he was giving me, losing myself in the sensations that washed over me.
My legs parted, inviting him in between. I could feel his length as he kissed me, trailing down to where I was already wet with anticipation. My face flushed as he commented on my readiness. Did he really have to say it out loud?
I braced myself, mentally preparing for what was to come, hoping I could withstand the sensation of him entering me.
The moment he entered me, I cried out in a mix of pleasure and pain. "I-it hurts, Aah! Raze!" I whimpered, my fingers digging into his shoulders for support.
"I'll be gentle," he assured me, though his actions contradict his words. The pain was intense, but mingled with a strange sense of pleasure that I couldn't deny.
"S-sorry!" he apologized, though he didn't pull out. Instead, he shifted his attention to kissing my nipples, distracting me from the discomfort below.
"Fuck! it hurts b-but the pain lessens when you're moving," I softly utter, feeling weakened by the sensation.
"R-raze! Ah! T-that's deep, but I-I love it! AaaaAAAAHHH!" I moan, feeling my stomach twist with each thrust, moving up and down in rhythm with his motions.
It's an otherworldly experience, feeling him inside me, moving in perfect sync with my body.
"R-raze! I'm coming!"
"I'm with you, baby!" he responds, our moans harmonizing in a symphony of pleasure. But just as I reach the peak of ecstasy, he pulls out, leaving me momentarily unfulfilled.
"I love you," he whispers, lifting me onto his hips as I bounce on top of him. His hands guide my movements, while mine rest on my bouncing breasts.
I want to hide my face, but I can't. Our movements grow faster, eliciting moans from deep within me.
"A-a-ah-ah! R-raze!" I cry out, feeling weak and overwhelmed. I collapse onto his chest, my eyes half-closed as I bite my lower lip.
He shifts positions, now behind me as we face the door. His left hand caresses my breast, while his lips explore my neck and shoulders.
"You smell amazing, honey," he murmurs, his words sending shivers down my spine.
"Fuck! Ahh! Raze! Can you—" I can't finish my sentence as he thrusts from behind, causing me to gasp in pleasure. I raise my left leg to welcome him, trembling with anticipation. Instead of massaging my breast, he supports my leg as we reach climax for the third time.
"I love you," he whispers, kissing me tenderly. I savor his breath and the taste of his lips, unable to open my eyes.
"I love you too," I murmur weakly. He kisses my forehead and bids me goodnight.
I turn to face him and give him a peck. "Alexa, turn off the light," he commands, and in an instant, darkness envelops us.
I can still feel his warmth, his presence lingering even after the heat of our passion has faded.
"Good night, Raze! I love you, my man! You're the sweetest nightmare," I whisper, and once more, he kisses me on the forehead.
"I love you so much," he murmurs, then pulls me into a tight embrace. Tonight, I can fall asleep in his arms, feeling his warmth enveloping me. He covers our nudity with the comforter and holds me close, as if afraid to let me go.
I hope he's the right one, someone who will stay with me no matter what.
🎵 I'll marry your princess, I'll make her my queen.🎵
I woke up to the sound of a beautiful melody, "Marry Your Daughter." It filled me with excitement, but as I moved, I felt soreness down there. Ah, I remember last night. It's a bit embarrassing, but I don't regret it. Sharing that intimate moment with him was unforgettable.
The bed felt soft and warm, but there was a natural chill on my side. He wasn't beside me. Where could he be?
I glanced around, wondering if he was getting ready for work. Then, I caught a whiff of something delightful. Ah, he must be cooking. As if on cue, the door to his mini kitchen revealed him, holding a tray.
"Good morning, honey!" he greeted me with a lovely smile.
"Good morning, Raze. I hope that sweet smile of yours won't leave your lips!" I managed to say, surprised that I could speak so freely in front of him.
"With you at my side, it won't!" he replied, his half-naked form showcasing his perfect physique.
Fudge! Heat rushed to my face as memories of our shared night flooded back.
"Sus! stop fooling around!" I chuckled, trying to deflect my embarrassment.
"I'm not. Breakfast in bed, honey!" he said, placing the tray on the bed and kissing my forehead before...
"I didn't... b-brush m--!" But it was too late. Our lips met again in a fiery kiss.
"I still love it. I love you," he whispered.
"Crazy! Please get me a shirt!"
"Awh! yeah! Wait!" he left the tray and stood, heading to his closet.
I suddenly felt a pang of hunger as I gazed at the spread he had cooked up: tocino, bacon, hotdogs, chicken soup, two cups of rice, and a glass of milk.
"Here, baby! I bet this will look good on you!" he said, showing me his shirt with a cute smile.
"Too huge!" I laughed, though secretly I liked it.
"But that's way better than nothing, or else!" he said playfully.
"Crazy!" I laughed and grabbed the shirt, a plain gray v-neck.
"You know why it'll look good on you?" he asked.
"Hmm, why?"
"It's because you're wearing the shirt of your future husband!" he said with a wide smile. Damn, this man! Acting like he's so sure of it.
"I never expected you to be this cheesy!" I responded, laughing as he fed me.
This was the most unforgettable morning ever since I came here.
"Come here!"
"What the heck! Hey!" he carried me in a bridal style and then put me down near his window.
He opened the thick curtains, and then the sun kissed us.
"This room was intentionally designed so that I can see the morning sun," he whispered. He hugged me from behind, and with his warm embrace, I felt secure and safe.
His warm breath against my nape tickled me.
Luckily, it's my day off today. I can rest and do whatever I want for the whole day.
"What's bothering you?" he asked.
"How can I get out now? Where's my clothes?" I asked.
"I already washed them!" he said proudly.
"What! Including my—"
"Yeah! Including your underwear!"
What the heck! Did he—argh! I can't believe it.
"Hey! Do you want me to ask Tyron to buy you some stuff?" he asked seriously. Seriously! He's not kidding me?
"Damn! No! That's very embarrassing!" I said, looking away.
Darn this crazy billionaire. I heard his chuckle and felt his lips gently kissing my earlobe.
"Don't you have work?" I asked, peering out the window.
"You're my top priority," he whispered.
"Can you please stop flattering me?" I chuckled and turned to face him, feeling a bit cornered and catching a whiff of his minty breath.
"What was your first impression when you saw me?" I asked, trying not to burst out laughing, knowing my first impression on him was far from ideal.
He bit his lower lip.
"Honestly? You seemed pretty clueless."
"Ouch!" I laughed, feigning hurt.
"You were careless, clumsy, crazy, reckless, weird, and rude!" Wow, the full package.
"But as I laid my eyes on you in the examination room, I told myself that if I didn't witness those negative behaviors of yours, I might have concluded that you're the sweetest, loveliest, most gentle, and friendly person. But at least I saw you again here, and you proved me wrong." I chuckled and hugged him.
"Hey! Stop sniffing!" he protested as I nuzzled closer.
"I said stop!"
"Okay, fine," I relented, but couldn't resist taking another whiff. He was just so irresistible.
"How about you? What was your first impression when you saw me?" he asked seriously.
"Well, you were RUDE! A snob, scary, harsh, and UNGENTLEMANLY handsome!" I looked at him with a serious expression.
"Yes, I'm not a gentleman," he responded, moving even closer. I was about to protest when his lips met mine. Damn!
He carried me, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, indulging in the deep, passionate kiss on this early morning.
As he slowly put me down, his desire for more than just my lips was evident. "Fuck! I'm sorry," I chuckled at his expression.
"I promise! I'll claim you legally for the second time around. At our honeymoon," he whispered, kissing my forehead, the tip of my nose, and giving a peck on my lips.
I just smiled, though the thought of a honeymoon seemed impossible with Sabrina around.
"Alexa, please turn on the television," he commanded, and the TV obeyed.
Now lying against his abdomen, I teased his dick playfully.
I smirked mischievously, enjoying his reaction as I continued my playful teasing. "What? I'm just innocently watching TV," I protested, feigning innocence as I gave him another tantalizing stroke.
"Lorence," he warned again, his tone more serious this time.
"Stop it Lorence or you'll regret it," he cautioned once more, but I couldn't resist pushing his limits.
"I want to feel regret," I teased, challenging him with a hint of daring in my voice.
"Hmm! Ya sure?" he questioned, his eyes flashing with a mixture of desire and amusement.
"Fuck! Aaah! Stop!" I moaned, feeling the intensity of his touch. Should I surrender now? As I lay against his abdomen, my body positioned to his right, he could easily reach my sensitive spot with his right hand. Without my underwear, his touch on my butt sent waves of pleasure through me, despite a hint of pain.
"Fuck! A-ah!" I moaned, my body betraying my desire for more.
"Stop it or stop it?" he playfully teased, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
"Okay! Just let my hand stay inside, please!" I pleaded, feeling his hardened member against my skin.
"Okay! Be a good girl!" he murmured, his fingers tracing my folds softly, eliciting moans from me before he withdrew his hand.
"You really know how to get revenge!" I playfully complained, spinning around to face him.
"I wanna keep my word!" I whispered, pulling down his boxers and revealing his fully erect member. I leaned in and kissed his warrior, feeling its hardness against my lips.
"Lorence! Fuck!" he hissed, his legs parting involuntarily from the pleasure. I crouched down and took him into my mouth, sucking his massive manhood eagerly. His moans only fueled my desire, igniting a fire within me.
Fudge! I realized I didn't have the strength to stop. He was too intoxicating, and my body was consumed by heat. I surrendered to the moment, indulging in the passion between us.
He gently carried me back and instructed me to sleep. I leaned against his shoulder, wrapping my arms around him as he played with my hair, soothing me until I drifted off to sleep.
"Lorence! Hey! Honey, wake up!" he called, planting soft kisses on my face to rouse me from sleep.
"H-hey! What's up?" I stretched my body and blinked against the light.
"Wake up now! Let's go somewhere!" His enthusiasm was contagious.
He was dressed in a suit, looking sharp as ever.
"Where are we headed?" I inquired.
"We're going to watch a classical play!" he announced, pressing a kiss to my forehead.
"Wow! Okay, I'll get ready," I replied, excitement bubbling within me.
"But..." I hesitated, considering something.
"Don't worry, I've got you covered. Tyron picked up a dress and a pair of heels for you," he interjected.
"Oh? You didn't have to do that. I have clothes in my room," I protested.
"Shh! Consider it a gift, alright?" He winked, and I couldn't help but smile at his thoughtfulness.
"O-okay! Don't spoil me. I know that you're meant for someone else!" I whispered the last part and glanced away, feeling a twinge of guilt.
"You can take a bath now, and while you're preparing, I'm going to continue cooking for lunch!" he said with a warm smile.
"Okay!" I smiled back and playfully pinched his nose.
"Here's your robe and towel. You're fine now?" he asked, handing me the bath essentials.
"Yeah! Thanks!" I replied gratefully, rushing into his comfort room.
Wow! I even have my own bath essentials here! I never expected that. I appreciate it so much.
I soaked myself in the bathtub, the warm water soothing my senses. After a blissful soak, I emerged, clad in a robe and towel-drying my hair.
I smiled as I saw Raze wearing an apron over his suit. It was an unexpected sight, but it somehow suited him perfectly.
"Why did you change already if you're going to cook?" I teased, stepping closer to the table where he had set out an impressive spread of dishes. How had he managed to prepare all of this in just an hour?
"Hi honey!" he greeted with a charming smile. Hearing the term of endearment from him felt strange yet oddly pleasant.
"I'm Raze, madam, presenting my tomato basil pasta with rosemary grilled chicken ala Raze, Oyakodon ala Raze, and lastly chicken inasal with rice, your favorite! Oh, and there's a simple iced tea for our drinks," he announced with a laugh as he presented the meal.
"You're more tasty," I joked, sticking my tongue out playfully.
"I mean, let's eat now. I can't wait to taste your Japanese treat, Oyakodon!" I added, smiling warmly.
He was meticulous in his plating, and I couldn't help but admire his skill. Why was he so good at this? He seemed like the best chef in the whole wide world.
"Why do you hate being called by your name?" I blurted out suddenly, curious about his aversion to it.
"Have a seat first," he said, pulling out a chair for me.
"Thanks, Mr. Ungentleman," I teased as I took my seat.
"Well, only Dad used to call me by my name before you came into the picture," he explained as he sat down.
"I'm not asking who used to call you... RAZE!" I interrupted, mimicking his father's voice.
"Are you impersonating my father now? That's a bit much," he chuckled, placing a serving of food on my plate.
"So, why do you hate being called by your name?" I persisted, eager to understand.
"You see my dad? He's this crazy blonde guy with blue eyes, and his ability to control his temper isn't exactly top-notch, so I didn't appreciate his tone," he explained, a hint of humor in his voice.
"His tongue was stitched? How?" I asked, rubbing my forehead where he flicked me.
"Ouch! Why'd you do that?" I protested, though he seemed oddly pleased with himself for causing a bit of pain.
"That's not literal, okay? It's just that my dad and I don't exactly see eye to eye, and whenever he called my name, it felt like a curse," he clarified.
"I see. But how could he hate you? You're amazing, and your dad doesn't seem all that scary," I remarked.
"You just don't know," he replied cryptically.
"Yeah, but..." I started, but he cut me off.
"No 'buts'! Let's eat and hurry up. The play starts around 2 p.m.," he said, steering the conversation back to lunch.
After we finished eating, I changed into something more suitable for the theater. I am starting to feel excited now.
"Aish? He bought me a new pair of underwear, and it fits perfectly. How did he know my size?" I wondered aloud.
Conscience: "He touched every inch of you, remember? You fool!"
Lorence: "Yeah, so shut up!"
As we left, I felt nervous about stepping out of his door. I couldn't shake the feeling that my coworkers would judge me. Aish!
Raze's hand was on my waist as we walked downstairs.
"Señorito, good morning! Wow, Lorence, you look beautiful!" Cristina praised me as we passed.
I just thanked her before we continued on our way.
Instead of heading straight to the theater, Raze stopped to chat with a friend at the coffee shop. After that, we made our way directly to the venue. I hadn't brought my phone because I'd left it in my room.
The venue was massive, and Raze handed us our tickets, which turned out to be VVIP passes. Well, no surprise there; he's a billionaire, after all. Despite his efforts to keep a low profile, he's quite famous. Is that even possible?
As we walked in, many people approached Raze, asking my name and why I was with him. Are they sane? Obviously, I'm here to watch the show. Tsk!
"She's Lorence Catherine, my girl!" he said, introducing me, and I greeted his friend politely.
"It's been a while since you've had a date, except for your fiancée, Sabrina! Where is she?" a man with gray hair asked him. He looked to be in his mid-30s, but his hair was already gray. Was it natural, or just dyed?
"I've graduated from playing with girls, and Sabrina isn't my fiancée! I turned down her dad's offer," Raze replied.
"That's so you! How many girls have you rejected? It's uncountable! You've even disappointed their parents who desperately wanted you, Mr. Coleman!" The guy laughed.
He's rejected a lot of women? No surprise! He's a beast!
"I've found the one now, irreplaceable!" Raze replied, glancing at me with a smile.
The man whispered something to him, but why? Was he afraid to let me know? After that, they burst into laughter.
"Indeed, and a precious one!" Raze responded. They seemed like aliens now.
He proudly told everyone who asked that I was the woman of his heart. It made me feel shy and uncomfortable. We were surrounded by powerful people, but thankfully, no one asked about my job. Being a maid isn't bad, but my status was vastly different from Raze's. He was unreachable, and maybe his friends would laugh if they knew he was with a maid. Well, maybe I'm just overreacting.
We comfortably took our seats, and after a moment, the show began.
I had never watched anything like this before. Seeing the violinist and their accompanist reminded me of an anime I had watched, "Your Lie in April," where the man in the story was her accompanist.
As we watched the performance, I leaned on Raze's shoulder, our fingers intertwined. The first piece sounded sad and dramatic, as if it reached into our hearts. The second one was lovely, as if it were dedicated to all lovers. Both pieces were of exceptional quality.
Overall, I thoroughly enjoyed the performance until the end.
"Where's the restroom?" I asked him.
"Come on, follow me," he replied.
It was already 4:30, and the performances were done. He accompanied me and waited outside. After I finished, I found him talking with a beautiful woman, the one who performed first earlier.
"Thanks for coming," I heard the girl say. Did he invite her? I didn't know what they were talking about before, but Raze was smiling... with her.
Conscience: You said you didn't want the smile to leave his lips. Be careful what you wish for sometimes. BWAHAHAHAHA!
:Stop meddling, it's fine!
"Who's with you anyway?" she asked Raze.
"I'm with Lorence!"
"Oh? You're with a man? Anyway, can we go out?" That made me stop walking.
"A-ah! Lorence isn't a man, it's just that her name is as cool as she is!" Raze explained, and it made me smile.
"Shit! Really? Ah! Unfortunately, I thought I could steal you from Sabrina," she responded, chuckling sweetly.
"Raze!" I called to catch his attention.
"Hey! Honey, come here." Damn! That made me blush.
"Celestine, this is Lorence Catherine. Cath, she's Celestine."
"Hi!" I greeted.
"Hi! Nice meeting you, Cath."
"Tine, we have to go now!" It's Raze.
"Yeah, sure! Cath, you're lucky!" She said and smiled.
"Y-yeah! Bye!" I responded, waving my hand with a smile.
"We're going to the mall first before going home!" he said, and I just nodded. While walking, he's just focusing on his phone. Hmmm?
I just ignored him, maybe it's about his business.
Conscience: or maybe his woman.
: Put a tape on your mouth, please!
I secretly rolled my eyes. I was shut in silence while we're heading to the mall.
I'm expecting that we're going around, but he said that I'll stay inside the car instead. Fuck! What is he doing?
I was bored inside his car, I don't have a phone and the music from his car was annoying.
"Yeah! Thanks for caring, beautiful!" the door opened, and he was on a phone call. He was smiling while listening.
"I'm going home now, call you later. Bye!" I just listened. He kept his phone after the call and sat in the driver's seat, then started the car's engine like I didn't exist.
He was making me feel bad.
"Buckle your seatbelt!" he said seriously.
Really? I was used to him doing it for me. Well, I can do it without him. I sadly buckled my seatbelt before we left the place.
I really felt bad, my heart was sad, and everything felt the same. I just looked outside. Why do I feel this way? I couldn't take it. I just closed my eyes and pretended to be sleeping. Why am I so emotional?
"Hey! I'm on my way home now! I said I'll call you later. Yeah! I'll call you when I get home. Bye!" another caller? Waaaah! I want to cry!
Our shared memories were here, bothering me! His lines, I can't forget them. Did he say 'I love you' just to fool me? I really feel like crying.
"Hey! Lorence, we're here!" he shook my shoulders, so I pretended that I just woke up. Fuck! My neck was stiff.
He didn't open the door for me, he never held my hand as we walked inside, he was just holding his phone and calling someone... maybe that's his woman!?
"R-raze?" I called him.
"Hey! Just go first! I have to call someone important!" Someone important?
"O-okay!" That makes me even sadder. So, it's just a game to him? Another one of his games?
"Lorence?" Mother Sharn called me, her expression serious.
"Mother Sharn?"
"Good thing that you're here. We need you!"
"For what?" I looked around, everyone seemed busy. Was there a visitor?
"We have a visitor. Can you clean the guest room near the movie house?" I wanted to complain that it's my day off and I'm emotionally distracted to do a job. I don't think I can do it properly.
"S-sure, I'll change my clothes first," I said and continued walking towards my room.
I wore a black hoodie and faded denim shorts.
Looking at my reflection, my eyes were watery, so I took a deep breath to compose myself.
I plugged in my earphones and turned the music up loud, drowning out any other sounds. I didn't want to hear anything.
Grabbing the vacuum cleaner, I headed upstairs.
Erika saw me, but she ignored me, just like everyone else. Why? What's wrong this time? I felt bothered while cleaning the guest room. I meticulously put on fresh bed sheets, fluffed the pillows, and arranged everything perfectly. I stayed there for hours, only leaving when I felt too bored to stay any longer.
"Lorence!"
I quickly pulled out my earphone from my left ear.
"Lorence!" It was Nely, sounding hurried.
"Hey?"
"Can you wash this?" She handed me a laundry basket.
I wanted to protest that I wasn't assigned to laundry duty, but I kept quiet. Instead, I took the basket from her and headed to the laundry room after putting the vacuum back in its place. I couldn't help but wonder why strange things were happening all of a sudden.
"Eri--" she rolled her eyes and harshly turned her back. Why was she acting like that? I hadn't done anything wrong.
She left the laundry room, leaving me to wonder why she was even there in the first place. It felt like she was checking up on me.
I loaded the clothes into the washing machine, finding some amusement in counting how many times it spun around. But before I could finish rinsing the clothes, someone rushed in.
"L-lorence!" It was Cleo, panting heavily.
"Oh?" I asked, feeling a sense of urgency in her voice.
"L-lorence, R-raze has drowned. He's at the pool! Help us!" Drowned? Raze didn't know how to swim? Couldn't that billionaire have afforded swimming lessons? It seemed unbelievable, but I couldn't process it all.
"E-eh? Why?" I stammered, my heart racing with worry.
"He got sprained!" Cleo replied urgently.
Without waiting for more information, I hurriedly ran outside, making my way to the pool.
As I approached, I heard music playing... and then I saw him.
He was singing.
Floating in the pool was a cottage surrounded by neon lights, with floating footsteps leading to it. Petals of roses adorned the water's surface, and colorful blinking LED lights lined the edges of the pool.
I felt tears welling up in my eyes.
He looked at me, strumming his guitar, and in that moment, everything else faded away.
As he sang those heartfelt words, his gaze locked onto mine, and I felt a rush of emotions flood over me.
"You're the woman I want to be with for the rest of my life," his voice rang out, sincere and full of passion. "I can't forget your smile, and everything about you is precious to me. You're the only woman I want to walk down the aisle with, waiting for you at the altar. I want to be your groom, and you're my beautiful bride."
His words resonated deep within me, stirring something profound in my heart.
"My heart belongs to you entirely," he continued, his voice filled with unwavering devotion. "I want to stay by your side until our hair turns gray. My love, you're the only woman I want to wake up next to every morning, because with you, I've found my paradise."
Tears welled up in my eyes as I listened to his declaration of love, feeling overwhelmed by the depth of his affection. In that moment, all doubts and uncertainties melted away, leaving only the certainty of our love for each other.
He placed his guitar gently on the table and made his way over to me, a microphone in hand. Why was he doing this? My heart felt like it was melting at his gesture.
Extending his hand, he guided me along the floating footpath leading to the cottage.
"I love you," he said softly into the microphone.
"You don't need the microphone. I'm right here," I replied, feeling the warmth of his hand in mine.
But he insisted, "I want them to hear it!"
Was he teasing me? His playful smile seemed to suggest so.
"Ahem! No one's around!"
As I looked around, I realized that all the workers, guards, and maids were surrounding us, forming a circle with their glowing hearts and letters.
"R-raze!" I was on the verge of tears.
"I love you, chump!" I read the glowing letters held by each person, my heart swelling with emotion.
"I never imagined I'd fall for you this quickly! I love you, chump! Everyone here loves you, girl! I want you for my lifetime and beyond!" His words rang out loudly, echoing in my ears as tears streamed down my face.
"T-they said you were drowning!" I managed to choke out between sobs, still trying to process everything.
"My heart is drowning, drowning in love with you!" he declared, his laughter mingling with the sounds of the music. Then, he pulled me into a side hug, and we swayed together to the rhythm, surrounded by the love and support of those around us.
"Lorence, will you be my other half?" he asked me after the song.
"YESSSSSSS!" Everyone yelled in unison, their voices echoing around us.
"Lorence! Sayyy Yessssss! WHOOOOOOO~" They continued to cheer, their excitement palpable.
Raze stood before me, his smile warm and hopeful.
"Lorence?" he asked again, waiting for my response.
"How can I say no if the whole world says that I'm going to say yes?" I chuckled, wiping away my tears of joy. It all felt surreal.
"Shit! Everyone, did you hear that?" Raze turned to the crowd, his excitement contagious.
"NOOOOO! Replayyy!" they yelled, their enthusiasm overflowing. I couldn't help but laugh at their antics.
I grabbed the microphone and...
"Everyone, I love this handsome ungentleman!" I declared, my voice ringing out through the cheers of the crowd.
"IT'S A YESSS?" they yelled eagerly, their excitement infectious.
"IT'S A YES! RAZE! I love you!" I proclaimed, turning to face him with a smile.
"Yessssuuuuuuuuhhhhh!" they cheered for us, their jubilation filling the air.
"Fuck!" he muttered, pulling me into a tight hug.
"I love you," he whispered in my ear, his voice filled with emotion.
"Guys, let's proceed to the reception!" he laughed, his joy contagious.
"Congrats señorito!" they shouted again, their voices blending into a chorus of celebration.
How could I explain how happy I felt? It was beyond words.
Everyone had already moved to prepare for dinner. Only the two of us remained at the floating cottage.
He grabbed my hand and put a bracelet on it.
"A bracelet, wow, thank you!" I exclaimed, admiring it.
"It's a personalized bracelet, look at this!" he said, flipping open the wide front part.
"My chump," was engraved there. I chuckled; he was truly one of a kind.
"Look at this!"
He had a bracelet too, so it was a matching set.
"Ungentleman," was engraved on his bracelet.
"You really know how to make me sad and how to make me fuckin' happy!" I snorted.
"Precisely, yet, you were the only one who awakened my sleepy heart! I love you so much, my lovely chump!" he said, kissing me.
"Now, I have the right to feel jealous and be territorial!" I whispered, letting out a giggle.
"Did I make you jealous? Earlier?" he asked.
"Is it bad if I say yes?" I fired back.
"Sorry, my girlfriend is adorable. That was all for the show, okay?" He apologized, kissing my forehead. He really planned everything perfectly. Damn him! I want revenge.
"Break a word or I'll fry your balls!" I joked and laughed.
"Fry it at your mouth!" he retorted.
"Stupid!" I snorted.
"That's you, honey!" he teased back.
"I hate you!" I playfully exclaimed.
"I hate you too!" he responded.
"Let's break!"
"Ha? I'm just kidding! Yeah, I'm stupid. Call me stupid!" he laughed and ruffled my hair.
"Good for you!"
"K3U," he whispered.
"K3U?" I asked, puzzled.
"Yeah! That's 'I love you!'" he explained with a grin.
"In what language was that?" I asked.
"Our only language!" he replied. Suddenly, it dawned on me why it was "I love you" – a tilting < from K and three (3) forming a heart when connected: K3U. It was our own special code for expressing love.
"K3U too, my weird billionaire, for life!" I exclaimed with a smile.
I couldn't ask for more. I had the man of my dreams, and dreams could never compare to reality.
I've realized that love has a way of making people weird and cheesy. Are you that cheesy for someone? Congratulations, you're in love!