“I mean it, Isabella. You don’t have to.”
“I will.” I said, before he could try to talk me out of it further. Then, I added. “I have to show them they can trust their son with me, right?” I used his own words on him, holding back the urge to add ‘even if it’s just for a year, and even though it’s fake’. Something tells me I’ll be ruining the moment by saying that, so I did not.
Christian was silent for a while, but his response came eventually. “I will just pick you up by seven pm, if that’s okay with you.” He offered. “Let’s go together?”
I nodded, my lips slowly slanted into a soft, warm smile. “Seven pm it is, then.” And like that, I agreed to meet his parent. Fingers crossed, I don’t mess this up. Hopefully.
***
Christian Kingston.
I pulled up in front, at the driveway of Isabella’s apartment at exactly 6:50pm, ten minutes to our agreed time of meeting. Upon arriving, I pulled out my phone to send her a message, just to let her know I have arrived.
Christian: I’m here. Any time you are ready, I will be waiting down here.
Drawing my bottom lip between my teeth to hold back a smile fighting to make its way on my face, I decided to add before she could reply.
Christian: Of course, I am also open to coming up there to get you if you will prefer that. Just say the words, and I will there…in case you will need a helping hand or a change of mind to stay in with me instead. Just say the words.
I could not resist the urge to tease her, it is like a part of me to do so, I always find myself wanting to tease her just to see the reaction I will get from her. It is quite sad though that I cannot see her face at the moment, but when her response came through, I could perfectly well depict the look masking her features.
Love: Screw you. I will be down any second now. Wait down there, and you better not come up, Christian, I mean it.
A slight chuckle escaped my lips at the sight of the first two words, already imagining a glare that no doubt accompanied the text. I cannot help it, she is just too easy to rile up, and I will enjoy doing that for the rest of our days.
Still sporting a wide grin like the Cheshire cat or a fool in love-not that I will deny the latter, my fingers swiped across the screen as I went on to type my reply to her words.
Christian: Roger that, love. I will be waiting for you. Always.
I found myself adding the last part with more depth that she realizes at the moment, but I did not hold back. I locked my phone after tapping the send button, knowing I will not get another response after that-and I did not. Rather, I stepped out of the car, before rounding it and coming to lean on it so I am facing the exit where she will come out through, before crossing my arms over my torso as I wait for it.
A few minutes passed, about three exactly since I sent her the message before I saw her emerge. The door man opened the door for her, and a few words and smiles were exchanged between the two-I could tell they have a good relationship, which is not surprising because she can be a sweet soul when she wants to be, and I have no doubt she has a doting one with this old man.
Then, she turned around and lifted her head, her gaze falling on my direction, directly facing her. A small smile made its way on her face, a barely visible one that I doubt she realize she had let out, but I did not care-my own lips slanted into a wide smile at the sight of hers, my mood instantly lifting at the mere sight of her.
It was then that I allowed my gaze to take her in entirely. Her hair, brown but dyed blonde to a certain extent that she was starting to seem like a blonde was let down, slightly wavy and flowing down her shoulders-some framing the side of her face slightly. The dress she has on matched well with the hair and the skin tone almost perfectly.
A brown knitted off shoulder dress which hugs her body, stopping a few inches down her knees. The sleeves were long, reaching just a bit past her wrist, giving it a comfy look as well as a classy one. For footwear, she seemed to have opted for white stilettos, matching the white painted nails and the silver tear drop earring she has on.
It is a simple outfit, but it looks comfortable, and stylish at the same time-she chose her comfort after all, while maintaining a look that looks classy as well, just like her.
My smile somehow morphed into a grin as she pushed herself forward, closing the space between us and coming to stand in front of me. Her eyes narrowed playfully, the tease escaping her lips. “Careful, Kingston. You are drooling.”
A small scoff escaped my lips as I found myself shaking my head. Straightening my spine, I leaned forward slightly, extending my hand out to wrap around her slim waist, and with one, swift tug, I had her crashing into my chest-a startled breath escaping her lips at the sudden contact, her eyes dilated and her palms resting on my chest to support herself.
Her face remained mere inches away from mine, in the sense that I could feel her warm, strawberry sort of scent. My gaze then dropped to her full, lipstick covered lips and believe me when I say I am mere seconds away from wiping it, and not with my hand.
“Beautiful.” I mumbled, my drowsy eyes meeting hers again, and I found myself repeating the words, clearer this time. “You are beautiful, Isabella.” I muttered, so she could hear it clearly and see the sincerity in my eyes.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.