Being His

Chapter 10

Freyja's POV

It was a warm summer evening, the kind of night where the air itself seemed to hum with anticipation. The moon hung low in the sky, casting an ethereal glow over the sleepy town below. I sat at my bedroom window, absently twirling a strand of my hair. I was wearing a simple yet elegant white nightgown, its flowing silk caressing my skin as my thoughts went to Ezekiel. Suddenly, a sharp knock on the front door made me jump, sending a shiver down her spine, I was about to move when my phone rang, I looked at the caller's and my heart fluttered. On the other end of the line was a deep, gravelly voice she'd never forget. "Freyja," it rasped, "I'm here to take you on a date." Confusion and anticipation warred within her as she tried to process the situation. A date? He's taking her on a date? The voice continued, "I'm outside, get dressed." I looked out the window and saw him parked outside my house. "Take your time." I pulled on a simple black dress that hugged her curves, accentuated by a silk scarf wrapped around my neck. A pair of high-heeled shoes dug into my feet as I stepped outside.

Ezekiel was leaning against his car, his arms crossed over his chest. "You look beautiful," he said, his eyes raking over my from head to toe.

"Thank you," I replied, feeling a blush creep up my cheeks. "Where are we going?" I asked, trying to mask my excitement.

"That's for me to know and you to find out," he said with a wicked grin. I couldn't help but smile back as he opened the door for me. As they drove through the town, I felt a sense of anticipation building within me. The air was thick with possibility and I couldn't shake the feeling that tonight was going to be unlike any other. Well dating a mafia boss wasn't what I imagine that I would be doing, yet here I was. 3 months and it was heaven for me, he was attentive and I found myself falling for him.

We drove for what felt like hours, winding through the countryside. The car was silent, save for the gentle hum of the engine and the distant sounds of crickets and frogs. I felt a sense of peace wash over me as I looked out the window, taking in the sights. The moonlight danced across the treetops, casting long shadows on the road ahead. Finally, Ezekiel pulled up to a secluded clearing in the woods. He turned off the engine and turned to face me, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips.

"Here we are," he said, gesturing to the small, cozy cabin nestled among the trees. I followed him as he led me inside, taking in the warm, inviting atmosphere. The cabin was lit by candles and firelight, casting a soft, flickering glow across the wooden floorboards and rough-hewn beams. A delicious aroma filled the air, and I could see a romantic dinner spread out on the wooden table. Ezekiel pulled out my chair and helped me into it before taking a seat across from her. The silence between us was comfortable, not awkward, as we ate their dinner. We talked about everything from our families to our favorite books, each story revealing more about the complex man sitting across from me. As we finished our meal, Ezekiel rose and walked over to the record player in the corner. He carefully placed a vinyl record on the turntable and then returned to his seat. The room grew quiet as the first notes of a beautiful, haunting melody filled the air. "This is for you," he said softly, his voice thick with emotion. "It's been one of my favorites for a long time."

The music seemed to envelop us, drawing us closer together, he pulled me from my seat and held me close as we swayed to the rhythm. I listened intently, lost in the melody and Ezekiel's words. He told me stories about the songs he'd loved growing up, the people who had inspired them, and the memories they held. I felt as though I was getting to know a whole new side of him, one that was vulnerable and open. As the night wore on, we moved from the dining room to the small balcony outside. The stars were brilliant against the velvet sky, and the air was cool against our skin. We sipped at their drinks, whiskey for him, wine for me, and laughed as we told stories from our past. Ezekiel's hands were gentle as they traced patterns on my arms, and I could feel the warmth of his breath against my neck. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against my ear, and I waited with anticipation then he kissed me, his lips soft and demanding at the same time. I gasped, my heart racing, as our tongues danced together in the night air. The kiss deepened, and we moved together on the balcony, our bodies pressed tight against one another. I could feel his desire for me, his need for this connection. He kissed me again and again, his lips finding every inch of my skin, making me ache for more. I wrapped my arms around him, holding on as if I could never let go. The music continued to play softly in the background, its melody a sweet accompaniment to our passion. Ezekiel broke away from the kiss for a moment, his breath coming in ragged gasps. His eyes searched mine, seeking some sign of what I was feeling. I could feel the warmth of his skin against mine. His touch was electric, making my body tingle in anticipation. I leaned in closer, wanting more of the connection we shared. As if sensing my desire, he lifted me into his arm and navigated his way to the bedroom. His strong hands moved over my body, caressing my curves and exploring every inch of skin during the process. I arched my back, pressing myself against him, he growled softly, his lips trailing kisses down my neck and across my collarbone. The bed creaked beneath us as we made our way onto the soft mattress. Ezekiel's hands continued to roam, finding the zipper of my dress, thankfully it had been at the front of my dress and tugging it down. His gaze never left mine as the dress fell open on each side of me, revealing my body only in a pair of royal blue underwear to him.