The Waiting Game

THE WAITING GAME - 23

DECEMBER 2020

CALIFORNIA, USA

Ariana was hanging the last piece of ornament on their Christmas tree when a pair of arms began to circle her tiny waist and a kiss was placed on her neck.

"Hi, baby..." Dalton whispered in her hear.

Ariana wriggled away and picked up the now empty box from the floor. "Not now, Dalton. I'm busy." She said as she began walking away, only for her arm to be tugged back by the man.

"Come on, Ari! You've been saying that for months. I'm starting to think that you don't want me." He complained.

Ding ding

He couldn't be any more correct.

"You always say 'not now'. So, when? Come on! You've written an entire album about me." He continued.

Ariana wanted to scoff so bad. Because this time... he couldn't be more wrong.

"You write about sex. So, I know you're freaky-"

Dalton wasn't able to finish what he's going to say because Ariana's hand quickly flew to his face with her palm immediately making contact to his skin. His head was forced to turn away because of the impact, and his cheek suddenly turned into a shade of red.

"Are you done insulting me, Dalton?"

"Fuck..." He sighed. "I'm sorry, Ari. I'm just so frustrated. I didn't mean to say that." He caressed his cheek to alleviate the stinging sensation caused by the slap. "But damn... We've been together for months, Ari! Months! Yet you won't even fuck me! We barely even kiss!"

Ariana wanted to laugh at how simple-minded the guy in front of him is. "Is that all you wanted from me? Sex?"

"No! But it would be nice if we do that. Every couple does that, Ariana. Plus, we're not even just a couple anymore. We're engaged for fuck's sake! I know you don't have any problems with having sex. Your exes won't shut up about how good you are in-"

BAM

The sound echoed in the room. Dalton's head is once again turned to a different direction after receiving another slap from the popstar. "Can you hear yourself right now? You're losing your mind because I don't want to fuck you? Well... news flash, Dalton... I am not that kind of girl. I am not who you thought I was. I don't easily give myself to someone." Ariana responded, whisking her arm away from Dalton's grip and walking away. "Not to someone I don't love..." She whispered.

As soon as she got inside the master's bedroom, she locked the door and sat on her bed. She ran her palm ran though her face in frustration.

And that's when she felt the ring on her finger.

Her mind immediately traveled back to two weeks ago.

Dalton insisted that they should visit Ariana's family in New York. That's why there they are... walking out of Ariana's private plane in full on incognito mode to avoid being swarmed by paparazzi and rabid fans.

It's just a couple of hours past noon when they arrived at Joan's house. Ariana was about to go out of the car when Dalton stopped her to put a blindfold on her eyes. He said that he has something to show her... a surprise that she would absolutely love.

It was a surprise, indeed.

But did she absolutely love it? Uh... let's just say that she was incredibly surprised.