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Story: His Ring, Her Rules
“You are so selfless… you’re marrying him solely to rescue your company. You made so many sacrifices to get here, and you had to go through so much on your own. And I am darn confident you can accomplish it,” he said, and I smiled tightly.
“You know what, there is something else I keep wondering…we can merge our firms without even getting married, so why is he so determined to marry me? “
“You mentioned he is terrified of you…I mean, worried that you would take over his firm, correct? “
I slowly nodded and said, “But…there is something else…that isn’t the only reason, Jona. “I don’t understand him.”
“Perhaps he likes you,” Jona taunted, and I whacked him on the arm.
“Shut up!” “but I couldn’t help but flush. No, he can’t like me! Definitely not.
“Aww… you’re blushing; are you already falling for him?”, “he teased again, and this time, I flung the fork at him, hoping it wouldn’t injure him, but it caught him in the biceps, and he winced.
“Oh my God! “I am sorry, Jona,” I began to fear as I stood up and approached him.
“I…I did not want to harm you; I apologize. Is it painful? “I asked him.
“I’m ok, Vivian. “I’m fine,” he told me, and I exhaled with relief.
“Sorry,” I said before kissing his cheeks, and he grinned.
Mondays are dreadful, even if I enjoy working at my workplace, but I was not in the mood to go today.
My periods began yesterday, so I chose not to go to work today since I needed to recuperate; I notified Jona of this and instructed him to take care of everything.
It was mid-afternoon.
I took a block of Dairy Milk and laid down on the couch in front of the TV in the living room while eating the chocolate, more like licking it so it melts. What’s the point of simply chewing and eating the chocolate? The fun comes when it melts and gets smeared across your face and hand, and then you just lick your fingers; I know it’s weird.
I also hummed the Dairy Milk song, “Kiss me…close your eyes and miss me…I can read your lips on your fingertips…”
I never said it, but I have always been infatuated with the notion of romance. I used to read those clichè, romantic novels as a youngster, and I always imagined that when I grew up, I would fall in love with someone, marry him, and spend the rest of my life with him.
I have a lot of romantic fantasies, such as going to a ball dance with my love or husband, having my first kiss, and many more.
I never kissed someone; I didn’t have the time…
My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of my doorbell, and Tonia ran to open it as I sat silently in the living room, wondering who it could be.
After a minute, Tonia approached and said, “Mr. Dante is here to see you.” My eyes opened in astonishment, wondering when he had returned from London and why he was there.
“Send him in.”
A few seconds later, Jaxon strolled in, dressed in his professional suit, and his eyes landed on me, amused, and I saw the chocolate was smeared across my face and fingers.
“Why didn’t you come into the office today? “he enquired, taking a seat in front of me, the amusement leaving his eyes.
“Why are you concerned? “
“Because I wanted to tell you something in person, but when I went to your office, you weren’t there, so I had to come all the way here,” he stated, already looking frustrated.
“I wasn’t feeling well…it started with my periods.” He hummed in response.
“What would you like to tell me? “I enquired.
“This Saturday”, he said, “you need to come meet my parents.”
His parents?
“I’m busy,” I attempted to give him an excuse.
“You’re a lousy liar, Vivian. I’ve already verified your calendar with your assistant; you’re free,” he sneered, and I wanted to slam his head against the wall.
“Dress properly on Saturday; I’ll pick you up at 8 p.m.,” he said, and I cocked an eyebrow at him.
“What do you mean by ‘dressing properly’? “
“I don’t want to give my parents the impression that I’m marrying a child,” he remarked, indicating to my face.
“I’m not a child! “I complained.
“You do act like one.” This dude has nerve. Aargh!
“Whatever…” I rolled my eyes.
“How about your parents?” Have you never mentioned them? “
Shit! Shit! What am I meant to tell him?!
“My parents…I don’t know…” I said, trailing off.
“You don’t know your own parents? “he enquired as if he could see through my untruth.
“It would be better if we did not discuss that topic, Jaxon, and if your parents are concerned about my family, I will see to it…” I said, hoping he would stop questioning me.
He regarded me attentively before getting up, moved to the main entrance as I followed him, and then left without saying anything.
The week flew by, and before I knew it, it was Saturday. When I got home from the office at 6:30 p.m., I immediately took a bath and dried my hair.
I then donned a dress that reached my thighs, had a deep V-neck that displayed my cleavage but wasn’t too deep, and bell sleeves; it was white with beautiful floral embroidery, and I let my hair fall over my shoulder.
I donned my sandals, my wristwatch (I am fascinated with wristwatches), and my engagement ring, which he especially reminded me to wear.
It was quarter to eight when I was finally ready, so I walked downstairs to the living room and waited for him.
The doorbell rang around 8 a.m., and I opened it to see Jaxon, who was not wearing a suit for the first time. He did wear a jacket, but not a formal suit, though. He donned black pants, a bluish-white t-shirt, a somewhat darker blue jacket, and white sneakers. He looked good.
“Just good?” my conscience enquired, and I inwardly rolled my eyes. Okay…he looked as gorgeous and sexy as ever.
“If you’re done checking me out, we may go,” he said, jolting me out of my reverie. I noticed he had seen me staring and blushed.
Anyway, I followed him into the lift, which was odd because it was just the two of us.
“Did you make up the story you’re about to tell about your parents?” He broke the stillness.
Shit!
I turned to face him and bit my bottom lip as I answered, “No .” His gaze darted down to my lips for a few seconds before he looked away and cleared his throat.
“Just tell them that your parents died because I have no idea what your problem is; neither do you deny the fact that your parents are dead, nor do you give any other reason,” he vented.
“You don’t need to get riled up, Jaxon. It’s my problem, and besides that, you are marrying me, not my parents.”
He glared at me, forcing me to take a step back, but my back slammed into the lift’s wall, trapping me between his arms.
“Right… I’m not marrying your parents, but if my parents question you, you’ll be the one to answer them, and believe me, they’re not easy people to persuade, and you’re a terrible liar,” he said, staring at me, but I couldn’t understand because my mind was clouded by his strong cologne and our proximity.
Before I could say anything, the lift dinged, and the doors opened. He gave me one more stare before exiting the lift, and I immediately composed myself and followed him.
I followed him to his black Lamborghini and sat in the back. Okay, it was a horrible idea since he clenched his teeth: “I am not your driver, Vivian. Sit in the front.”
Realizing my error, I swiftly sat in the passenger seat.
He then started the motor and drove out of the parking lot onto the streets. His hold on the steering wheel was so strong that his knuckles were white.
After a 30-minute trip, he arrived at a mansion. His parents nearly lived in a palace.
The guard saw him and promptly opened the door, allowing him to drive in.
I stepped out of the car and took a moment to view the home. Even though I owned numerous houses, this one was the most gorgeous I had ever seen.
He got out as well and shocked me by intertwining our hands, sending an electric rush through my body as a result of the touch. He then began pulling me towards the mansion, and I recalled that we needed to appear like a couple.
Standing in front of the door, he rang the doorbell, and after a few seconds, one of the maids opened the door to meet us, and Jaxon nodded as I smiled.
He questioned her about his parents, and she said they were waiting for us in the living room.
He dragged me down the halls until we came to another door when he paused and turned to me, muttering, “Act like couples.”
I rolled my eyes involuntarily, eliciting a frown from him. I moved away from him, but he continued to stare at me, so I gave up and quietly tapped on the door before opening it.
So here we go.
“You know what, there is something else I keep wondering…we can merge our firms without even getting married, so why is he so determined to marry me? “
“You mentioned he is terrified of you…I mean, worried that you would take over his firm, correct? “
I slowly nodded and said, “But…there is something else…that isn’t the only reason, Jona. “I don’t understand him.”
“Perhaps he likes you,” Jona taunted, and I whacked him on the arm.
“Shut up!” “but I couldn’t help but flush. No, he can’t like me! Definitely not.
“Aww… you’re blushing; are you already falling for him?”, “he teased again, and this time, I flung the fork at him, hoping it wouldn’t injure him, but it caught him in the biceps, and he winced.
“Oh my God! “I am sorry, Jona,” I began to fear as I stood up and approached him.
“I…I did not want to harm you; I apologize. Is it painful? “I asked him.
“I’m ok, Vivian. “I’m fine,” he told me, and I exhaled with relief.
“Sorry,” I said before kissing his cheeks, and he grinned.
Mondays are dreadful, even if I enjoy working at my workplace, but I was not in the mood to go today.
My periods began yesterday, so I chose not to go to work today since I needed to recuperate; I notified Jona of this and instructed him to take care of everything.
It was mid-afternoon.
I took a block of Dairy Milk and laid down on the couch in front of the TV in the living room while eating the chocolate, more like licking it so it melts. What’s the point of simply chewing and eating the chocolate? The fun comes when it melts and gets smeared across your face and hand, and then you just lick your fingers; I know it’s weird.
I also hummed the Dairy Milk song, “Kiss me…close your eyes and miss me…I can read your lips on your fingertips…”
I never said it, but I have always been infatuated with the notion of romance. I used to read those clichè, romantic novels as a youngster, and I always imagined that when I grew up, I would fall in love with someone, marry him, and spend the rest of my life with him.
I have a lot of romantic fantasies, such as going to a ball dance with my love or husband, having my first kiss, and many more.
I never kissed someone; I didn’t have the time…
My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of my doorbell, and Tonia ran to open it as I sat silently in the living room, wondering who it could be.
After a minute, Tonia approached and said, “Mr. Dante is here to see you.” My eyes opened in astonishment, wondering when he had returned from London and why he was there.
“Send him in.”
A few seconds later, Jaxon strolled in, dressed in his professional suit, and his eyes landed on me, amused, and I saw the chocolate was smeared across my face and fingers.
“Why didn’t you come into the office today? “he enquired, taking a seat in front of me, the amusement leaving his eyes.
“Why are you concerned? “
“Because I wanted to tell you something in person, but when I went to your office, you weren’t there, so I had to come all the way here,” he stated, already looking frustrated.
“I wasn’t feeling well…it started with my periods.” He hummed in response.
“What would you like to tell me? “I enquired.
“This Saturday”, he said, “you need to come meet my parents.”
His parents?
“I’m busy,” I attempted to give him an excuse.
“You’re a lousy liar, Vivian. I’ve already verified your calendar with your assistant; you’re free,” he sneered, and I wanted to slam his head against the wall.
“Dress properly on Saturday; I’ll pick you up at 8 p.m.,” he said, and I cocked an eyebrow at him.
“What do you mean by ‘dressing properly’? “
“I don’t want to give my parents the impression that I’m marrying a child,” he remarked, indicating to my face.
“I’m not a child! “I complained.
“You do act like one.” This dude has nerve. Aargh!
“Whatever…” I rolled my eyes.
“How about your parents?” Have you never mentioned them? “
Shit! Shit! What am I meant to tell him?!
“My parents…I don’t know…” I said, trailing off.
“You don’t know your own parents? “he enquired as if he could see through my untruth.
“It would be better if we did not discuss that topic, Jaxon, and if your parents are concerned about my family, I will see to it…” I said, hoping he would stop questioning me.
He regarded me attentively before getting up, moved to the main entrance as I followed him, and then left without saying anything.
The week flew by, and before I knew it, it was Saturday. When I got home from the office at 6:30 p.m., I immediately took a bath and dried my hair.
I then donned a dress that reached my thighs, had a deep V-neck that displayed my cleavage but wasn’t too deep, and bell sleeves; it was white with beautiful floral embroidery, and I let my hair fall over my shoulder.
I donned my sandals, my wristwatch (I am fascinated with wristwatches), and my engagement ring, which he especially reminded me to wear.
It was quarter to eight when I was finally ready, so I walked downstairs to the living room and waited for him.
The doorbell rang around 8 a.m., and I opened it to see Jaxon, who was not wearing a suit for the first time. He did wear a jacket, but not a formal suit, though. He donned black pants, a bluish-white t-shirt, a somewhat darker blue jacket, and white sneakers. He looked good.
“Just good?” my conscience enquired, and I inwardly rolled my eyes. Okay…he looked as gorgeous and sexy as ever.
“If you’re done checking me out, we may go,” he said, jolting me out of my reverie. I noticed he had seen me staring and blushed.
Anyway, I followed him into the lift, which was odd because it was just the two of us.
“Did you make up the story you’re about to tell about your parents?” He broke the stillness.
Shit!
I turned to face him and bit my bottom lip as I answered, “No .” His gaze darted down to my lips for a few seconds before he looked away and cleared his throat.
“Just tell them that your parents died because I have no idea what your problem is; neither do you deny the fact that your parents are dead, nor do you give any other reason,” he vented.
“You don’t need to get riled up, Jaxon. It’s my problem, and besides that, you are marrying me, not my parents.”
He glared at me, forcing me to take a step back, but my back slammed into the lift’s wall, trapping me between his arms.
“Right… I’m not marrying your parents, but if my parents question you, you’ll be the one to answer them, and believe me, they’re not easy people to persuade, and you’re a terrible liar,” he said, staring at me, but I couldn’t understand because my mind was clouded by his strong cologne and our proximity.
Before I could say anything, the lift dinged, and the doors opened. He gave me one more stare before exiting the lift, and I immediately composed myself and followed him.
I followed him to his black Lamborghini and sat in the back. Okay, it was a horrible idea since he clenched his teeth: “I am not your driver, Vivian. Sit in the front.”
Realizing my error, I swiftly sat in the passenger seat.
He then started the motor and drove out of the parking lot onto the streets. His hold on the steering wheel was so strong that his knuckles were white.
After a 30-minute trip, he arrived at a mansion. His parents nearly lived in a palace.
The guard saw him and promptly opened the door, allowing him to drive in.
I stepped out of the car and took a moment to view the home. Even though I owned numerous houses, this one was the most gorgeous I had ever seen.
He got out as well and shocked me by intertwining our hands, sending an electric rush through my body as a result of the touch. He then began pulling me towards the mansion, and I recalled that we needed to appear like a couple.
Standing in front of the door, he rang the doorbell, and after a few seconds, one of the maids opened the door to meet us, and Jaxon nodded as I smiled.
He questioned her about his parents, and she said they were waiting for us in the living room.
He dragged me down the halls until we came to another door when he paused and turned to me, muttering, “Act like couples.”
I rolled my eyes involuntarily, eliciting a frown from him. I moved away from him, but he continued to stare at me, so I gave up and quietly tapped on the door before opening it.
So here we go.