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Story: His Ring, Her Rules
Paris. City of love.
As a romantic person, I always wanted my boyfriend or spouse or whoever to propose to me in front of the Eiffel Tower. But because I’m already married and can’t ask Jaxon to propose to me, I don’t want to go there.
“Clara, don’t be a baby. You’re coming with me. If you don’t, I’ll drag you there,” he added in a serious voice.
“But Jaxon—”
He got up from my lap and went into the restroom, saying, “My decision is final.”
I guess I have no choice but to agree with him…
I’m sorry, but I really ran out of ideas and conversation for this chapter. I was thinking, “How the hell am I writing?” halfway through this chapter.
He stated in a severe voice, “Clara, don’t be a child. You are coming with me, and if you don’t, I will drag you there.”
“But Jaxon—”
He got up from my lap and went into the restroom, saying, “My decision is final!”
I guess I have to agree with him…
I gently lay down to attempt to sleep, and a few minutes later, Jaxon came and lay down next to me. He drew me to his chest, with my back on his chest and his arm around my waist.
I shut my eyes and heard him say in my ear, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to yell at you… But you’re still coming with me.”
I smiled and turned around, burying my head in his chest as he kissed my forehead instead of answering.
After a long meeting, we went to our presidential suite in Paris.
We arrived here two days ago, and all we’ve done is work and work and work! Today was the last meeting, and we would be departing in a day or two.
Jaxon asked me where I wanted to go in the evening.
“I don’t know any places, but I can’t go back without seeing the Eiffel Tower.”
“Okay, then put on your clothes.”
I quickly rushed into the bathroom, cleaned up, and put on a shirt and jeans instead of a dress since I like jeans more.
As Jaxon and I licked our ice creams, I was really thrilled to walk around the Eiffel Tower.
He held the ice cream in one hand and put his other arm around my shoulder.
We heard some others clapping soon after that. We looked over to a couple; the man was down on one knee with a ring in his hand, and the girl was covering her mouth with her palm in shock and crying.
Everyone was waiting for the girl to say yes, and people crowded around them. When she eventually answered yes, everyone clapped as the pair kissed.
I wasn’t envious, but witnessing her get proposed to in front of the Eiffel Tower in the City of Love made my heart hurt.
That’s what I’ve always wanted.
I exhaled heavily, which made Jaxon turn to me and ask, “What happened?”
I shook my head and said, “Nothing…can we go back? I’m tired.”
“But we didn’t see much.”
“Please… I want to go back to our room.”
“Okay…come on.”
I was upset. I could ask Jaxon for it, and I know he would be happy to make my dream come true, but what’s the point of asking someone when you know they will say yes?
When we got to our room, I was still in a bad mood, which Jaxon certainly detected since he questioned again, “Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Yes, I’m fine.”
He looked at me again for a long time and then walked into the bathroom to change while I took my diary out of my purse.
I opened the page where I jotted down my dreams and read them again. I wasn’t sure whether I would have enough money to go to Paris when I wrote this, but now I’m in Paris, and my dream hasn’t come true; I’m so near but so distant.
I heard the door to the bathroom open, so I hurriedly put the diary back in my bag before Jaxon could see it. Then I raced by him into the bathroom.
I woke up in the morning, and the opposite side of my bed was chilly. Where did Jaxon go?
I thought he was in the bathroom, but he wasn’t there. I got up and performed my morning routine. When I walked out of my room and into the living room, I found him sitting on the couch, chatting on the phone and drinking coffee.
He smiled at me, said he was sorry and walked into the bedroom to chat as I sat there eating the croissant he had previously ordered.
When he got back, he said, “I’m leaving now, but I’ll pick you up at 7. A dress will be coming soon; dress nicely because we’re going somewhere.”
“Where? A party?” I said with interest.
He said, “You will see,” and then he kissed my lips before departing the suite.
I lay down on the couch, turned on the TV, and caressed my stomach. I suddenly felt enthusiastic about the life that was developing inside me.
I was pregnant for over a month.
Every day that goes by, it feels more and more like a crime to keep cause from Jaxon.
A few hours later, the doorbell rang. When I opened it, I saw a man with a package in his hand.
“Mr. Dante sent it for you, Madame,” he said in a strong French accent. I smiled politely and accepted the package from him.
I opened it in the bedroom and saw a beautiful red outfit. It looked amazing. I ran my palm over the cloth in awe; Jaxon made a great decision.
I took a shower and treated myself, then put on a little makeup and the dress. When I stepped in front of the mirror, I was startled at how I looked.
I looked great.
The outfit fit me flawlessly. How did he know my size?
When I looked at the clock, it was 7:01, and someone knocked on the bedroom door.
I hurriedly put on my sandals and answered the door. Jaxon was standing there in a tight black shirt and grey trousers, which made me gasp at how good he looked.
After I looked him over from head to toe, I looked up and saw that he was still gazing at me with his mouth open. My cheeks flushed crimson, much like my outfit.
I cleared my throat, and he instantly stopped thinking and looked me in the eye. He moved closer to me and ran his finger over the side of my cheeks, which made me feel tingly.
“You look absolutely stunning, sweetheart; beautiful.” He whispered so quietly as if he couldn’t believe what he was witnessing.
I smiled a little and said, “You just lost the challenge, Mr. Dante.”
He frowned and blinked his eyes a few times, not quite getting what I meant. But then he slowly realized what I meant, and his frown went away.
I thought he would defend himself and say he didn’t lose the challenge, but he didn’t.
Instead, a little smile appeared on his lips.
He moved closer and softly stroked his hand over the curves of my body. “If this is what I get to see when I lose, then losing was worth it.”
I bit my lips to stop myself from smiling, but later, I saw I had put on lipstick.
He came in for a kiss, but I put my hand on his chest and pushed him away, saying, “You will ruin my makeup.” He tilted his head at what I said.
He grumbled a little and then whispered in my ear, “If you don’t let me kiss you now, this dress is going to get torn tonight…by me.” Hearing his words made me quiver, which worried me but also aroused me.
I pushed him aside and said, “We’ll see.”
He smiled and said, “Hmm… we’ll see.”
As I sat in the backseat next to Jaxon, I kept thinking about whether or not I should ask him.
Finally, I said, “Is it a…date?”
He glanced at me and said, “What do you think?”
“How can I know?…”
He gazed forward and replied gently after a moment, “It’s a date.”
A date. Sounds fantastic. I’ve never gone on a date before, so let’s see what happens on my first one.
I’m finally going on a date with my hubby at the age of 28. Very hilarious.
Jaxon took something out of his pocket while we were sitting in the van for the last 20 minutes. I couldn’t see what he had in his hand since it was dark in the car.
I felt something soft touch my eyelids, and before I knew it, I was blinded with velvet material. I could feel how delicate it was.
“Jaxon?”
“Believe me, darling.”
“But—”
He put his finger over my lips and said, “Shh…be patient.”
I really did trust him; I trust him with my life. A few months ago, I definitely would have been scared that he was going to push me off a cliff, but right now, I didn’t have any worries.
A few minutes later, I felt the car stop, and I heard Jaxon’s door open. A little later, he opened my door and helped me out of the car.
As we traveled a few meters, he abruptly picked me up and carried me to God knows where.
He then let me go and took off my blindfold, which made me gasp as I saw what was in front of me. A little patio with stunning golden lights all over it. There is a table in the middle with white linen on it and two golden seats. And the terrace had a view of the Eiffel Tower, which was even more amazing.
“Hope you like this, my love.”
“This is… this is great, Jaxon.”
As a romantic person, I always wanted my boyfriend or spouse or whoever to propose to me in front of the Eiffel Tower. But because I’m already married and can’t ask Jaxon to propose to me, I don’t want to go there.
“Clara, don’t be a baby. You’re coming with me. If you don’t, I’ll drag you there,” he added in a serious voice.
“But Jaxon—”
He got up from my lap and went into the restroom, saying, “My decision is final.”
I guess I have no choice but to agree with him…
I’m sorry, but I really ran out of ideas and conversation for this chapter. I was thinking, “How the hell am I writing?” halfway through this chapter.
He stated in a severe voice, “Clara, don’t be a child. You are coming with me, and if you don’t, I will drag you there.”
“But Jaxon—”
He got up from my lap and went into the restroom, saying, “My decision is final!”
I guess I have to agree with him…
I gently lay down to attempt to sleep, and a few minutes later, Jaxon came and lay down next to me. He drew me to his chest, with my back on his chest and his arm around my waist.
I shut my eyes and heard him say in my ear, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to yell at you… But you’re still coming with me.”
I smiled and turned around, burying my head in his chest as he kissed my forehead instead of answering.
After a long meeting, we went to our presidential suite in Paris.
We arrived here two days ago, and all we’ve done is work and work and work! Today was the last meeting, and we would be departing in a day or two.
Jaxon asked me where I wanted to go in the evening.
“I don’t know any places, but I can’t go back without seeing the Eiffel Tower.”
“Okay, then put on your clothes.”
I quickly rushed into the bathroom, cleaned up, and put on a shirt and jeans instead of a dress since I like jeans more.
As Jaxon and I licked our ice creams, I was really thrilled to walk around the Eiffel Tower.
He held the ice cream in one hand and put his other arm around my shoulder.
We heard some others clapping soon after that. We looked over to a couple; the man was down on one knee with a ring in his hand, and the girl was covering her mouth with her palm in shock and crying.
Everyone was waiting for the girl to say yes, and people crowded around them. When she eventually answered yes, everyone clapped as the pair kissed.
I wasn’t envious, but witnessing her get proposed to in front of the Eiffel Tower in the City of Love made my heart hurt.
That’s what I’ve always wanted.
I exhaled heavily, which made Jaxon turn to me and ask, “What happened?”
I shook my head and said, “Nothing…can we go back? I’m tired.”
“But we didn’t see much.”
“Please… I want to go back to our room.”
“Okay…come on.”
I was upset. I could ask Jaxon for it, and I know he would be happy to make my dream come true, but what’s the point of asking someone when you know they will say yes?
When we got to our room, I was still in a bad mood, which Jaxon certainly detected since he questioned again, “Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Yes, I’m fine.”
He looked at me again for a long time and then walked into the bathroom to change while I took my diary out of my purse.
I opened the page where I jotted down my dreams and read them again. I wasn’t sure whether I would have enough money to go to Paris when I wrote this, but now I’m in Paris, and my dream hasn’t come true; I’m so near but so distant.
I heard the door to the bathroom open, so I hurriedly put the diary back in my bag before Jaxon could see it. Then I raced by him into the bathroom.
I woke up in the morning, and the opposite side of my bed was chilly. Where did Jaxon go?
I thought he was in the bathroom, but he wasn’t there. I got up and performed my morning routine. When I walked out of my room and into the living room, I found him sitting on the couch, chatting on the phone and drinking coffee.
He smiled at me, said he was sorry and walked into the bedroom to chat as I sat there eating the croissant he had previously ordered.
When he got back, he said, “I’m leaving now, but I’ll pick you up at 7. A dress will be coming soon; dress nicely because we’re going somewhere.”
“Where? A party?” I said with interest.
He said, “You will see,” and then he kissed my lips before departing the suite.
I lay down on the couch, turned on the TV, and caressed my stomach. I suddenly felt enthusiastic about the life that was developing inside me.
I was pregnant for over a month.
Every day that goes by, it feels more and more like a crime to keep cause from Jaxon.
A few hours later, the doorbell rang. When I opened it, I saw a man with a package in his hand.
“Mr. Dante sent it for you, Madame,” he said in a strong French accent. I smiled politely and accepted the package from him.
I opened it in the bedroom and saw a beautiful red outfit. It looked amazing. I ran my palm over the cloth in awe; Jaxon made a great decision.
I took a shower and treated myself, then put on a little makeup and the dress. When I stepped in front of the mirror, I was startled at how I looked.
I looked great.
The outfit fit me flawlessly. How did he know my size?
When I looked at the clock, it was 7:01, and someone knocked on the bedroom door.
I hurriedly put on my sandals and answered the door. Jaxon was standing there in a tight black shirt and grey trousers, which made me gasp at how good he looked.
After I looked him over from head to toe, I looked up and saw that he was still gazing at me with his mouth open. My cheeks flushed crimson, much like my outfit.
I cleared my throat, and he instantly stopped thinking and looked me in the eye. He moved closer to me and ran his finger over the side of my cheeks, which made me feel tingly.
“You look absolutely stunning, sweetheart; beautiful.” He whispered so quietly as if he couldn’t believe what he was witnessing.
I smiled a little and said, “You just lost the challenge, Mr. Dante.”
He frowned and blinked his eyes a few times, not quite getting what I meant. But then he slowly realized what I meant, and his frown went away.
I thought he would defend himself and say he didn’t lose the challenge, but he didn’t.
Instead, a little smile appeared on his lips.
He moved closer and softly stroked his hand over the curves of my body. “If this is what I get to see when I lose, then losing was worth it.”
I bit my lips to stop myself from smiling, but later, I saw I had put on lipstick.
He came in for a kiss, but I put my hand on his chest and pushed him away, saying, “You will ruin my makeup.” He tilted his head at what I said.
He grumbled a little and then whispered in my ear, “If you don’t let me kiss you now, this dress is going to get torn tonight…by me.” Hearing his words made me quiver, which worried me but also aroused me.
I pushed him aside and said, “We’ll see.”
He smiled and said, “Hmm… we’ll see.”
As I sat in the backseat next to Jaxon, I kept thinking about whether or not I should ask him.
Finally, I said, “Is it a…date?”
He glanced at me and said, “What do you think?”
“How can I know?…”
He gazed forward and replied gently after a moment, “It’s a date.”
A date. Sounds fantastic. I’ve never gone on a date before, so let’s see what happens on my first one.
I’m finally going on a date with my hubby at the age of 28. Very hilarious.
Jaxon took something out of his pocket while we were sitting in the van for the last 20 minutes. I couldn’t see what he had in his hand since it was dark in the car.
I felt something soft touch my eyelids, and before I knew it, I was blinded with velvet material. I could feel how delicate it was.
“Jaxon?”
“Believe me, darling.”
“But—”
He put his finger over my lips and said, “Shh…be patient.”
I really did trust him; I trust him with my life. A few months ago, I definitely would have been scared that he was going to push me off a cliff, but right now, I didn’t have any worries.
A few minutes later, I felt the car stop, and I heard Jaxon’s door open. A little later, he opened my door and helped me out of the car.
As we traveled a few meters, he abruptly picked me up and carried me to God knows where.
He then let me go and took off my blindfold, which made me gasp as I saw what was in front of me. A little patio with stunning golden lights all over it. There is a table in the middle with white linen on it and two golden seats. And the terrace had a view of the Eiffel Tower, which was even more amazing.
“Hope you like this, my love.”
“This is… this is great, Jaxon.”