THE DRUNK CALL

#12

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After dinner that night I and Ian decided to take our relationship slow because I don't want to rush things between us. Unlike me Ian wanted me to move in with him. Which I refused of course. But he's Ian McKellen, he has his ways to convince me with anything.

So here I am, in our house after only 2 months of our relationship. In these 2 months, I realised what love actually is. He treats me like a queen and he's my king. He did everything he promised on our first date. From the cheesy things to handling my period mood swings, everything.

He introduced me to his family, his brothers and their wives. Sofia and Grace are so sweet and took me in instantly. His brother Evan, Ryan never stopped flirting with me. Noah is such a sweetheart.  Chris made me feel like an older brother and Aldrik is also a good guy but he sometimes scares me with his serious looks.

In conclusion, I already feel like I'm married to this guy because he treats me like a wife. But I still want him to propose to me in a way anyone could ever imagine. Not now, maybe in the future but we have a lot of time to think about that.

"Babe, I'm home" Ian called as he made his way inside.

I went to him and his eyes widened watching me. I was wearing a hot red long dress with a slight on my thighs. I was in no mood to go out so I prepared a small date in the garden near the poolside.

"Go and freshen up, I want to eat cold food," I said losing his tie and leaving a wet kiss on his neck. He closed his eyes and groaned in pleasure.

"You're going to be the death of me." He said and was about to kiss me but I stopped him.

"Not now, go and hurry up. I'm waiting for you" I said, pushing him to the stairs.

A few minutes later he came back wearing a black suit, looking dashing as always.

He walked to me and left a kiss on my lips. "What's that for?" He said looking at the arrangements and the romantic lighting.

"Just wanted to spend some romantic time with my loving boyfriend," I said and interlinked our hands.

I took him to the table, I have specially cooked dishes he likes. He chuckled when he saw the table filled with his favourite dishes.

We enjoyed our date together and danced a light bit. We love to spend time together and he's my calming place. He always made me feel at home. 

If mom and dad would be here they would have loved him. It's been more than 3 months and I felt like it was yesterday when I last saw them. When they last kissed me goodbye. A lone tear left my eyes and Ian panicked.

"Hey, what happened?" He asked.

"I'm happy," I said, smiling at him.

I stared, at him lovingly. I realized I love it only Minutes before. That contentment, that ease he gave me... the way he could put my soul to rest without having to do anything but be at my side and just as easily provoke More passion than I could handle... that was it. I love him. The person in front of me.

I watched as a smile spread onto his face as he reached out to wipe my tears.

"You'll be the death of me," He said in a low, deep, husky voice. It Manages to shake up my insides and I gulp audibly. He smirks when he realizes that he is successfully affecting me.

He leans into Me. I feel his mouth open and close around my collar bone before he sucks hard. I let out a moan in pleasure before my hands climbed up to his chest and clutched his shirt.

He leaves a trail of sparks on my skin wherever he touches. I let out a shaky breath as his Mouth travelled up before capturing my lips. He deepens the kiss by tilting my head at the back with one hand while his other hand rests possessively on my breast.

I am clutching his shirt so hard, it's going to tear off. I don't want it. I want to touch him and run my hands all over him.

"Let's stop before I lose myself" he whispered, kissing my ear lobe.

"What if I want you to lose control?" I teased him but got what I wanted and lifted me in his arms.