Classless

Chapter 78: Rush

Chapter 78: Rush

*Chief Song POV*

Fedor stared at me like I had grown another head and I asked, “What is with the look?”

“Are you asking for a plan?”

“I told you, I am in your hands and I need you as soon as possible.” I don’t think I could get clearer than I have been, I was not afraid that she would leave, I wanted her close to me, in my space and in everything that I had, it feels crazy but this was what I needed. I needed her like I have never needed anyone or anything else.

She laughed nervously, “I know I proposed and all but can we just hold off any talk about moving in or marriage for now, it’s beginning to make me nervous.”

“Are you taking it back?” I knew what she meant but I had realized that to understand her truly, I’d have to make her articulate her thought process.

“What? No? I am only saying that could we take a breather on the subject?”

“Why?”

“Are you in a hurry?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Why not?”

“What?”

“What?”

She sighed, “Is this because of your fear of abandonment? I could leave all of my material possession as collateral, would that make you feel better?”

“What material possession?” I looked around the room dramatically.

Fedor laughed, “Ouch and true.”

I held her close, “Let’s rip the bandage off, we could get married today in court and you can move in by tomorrow. No fancy stuff unless it’s what you want, don’t overthink this; I think it would be good for us, two halves coming together to become one.”

“Stop seducing me. When did we exchange roles? You are the planner and I am the impulsive one, what happened on that trip? Did my absence trip you off that bad or did you sleep with another woman?”

I clicked my tongue at that, “Would it be better if I slept with a man?”

She gasped, “Did you?”

“Yeah, Naim was real willing to jump that boat.”

“Really, I would have had my money on Kora.”

I glared at her, “Do not change the subject.”

“Fine, but I will not listen to anything about regrets in the future because I would kill you. No, I would bury you alive, no maybe drown you; imagine how poetic that would be, you would have to die by the thing you love so much.”