Eternal Love: The Dance (Book One: Eternal Love Series)

Chapter 13

Two weeks later, George called and asked Natalie to come over. She knocked on the front door, and it cracked open. She pushed it open further and peered inside to see a faint glow of red and orange dancing on the walls. She stepped inside and shut the door behind her. As Natalie turned to go to the kitchen, she saw a trail of candles and rose petals leading in. She followed it into the kitchen to see George standing in a massive ring of roses. More candles decorated the entire table and countertop, casting a light onto George's face that just pronounced his gorgeous facial features. As George looked at Natalie, the light caught her eyes and added to their shimmer, making his heart melt. She was gorgeous. Her long hair dangled loosely down her back. She wore blue jeans and a flannel button-up with rolled up sleeves. As she stared in awe at the sight, George took her hand and led her into the circle. Her heart beat rapidly, and she felt as if she were sweating perfusively. "Natalie," his sweet, soothing voice called to her. "Y-yeah?" She managed to stammer out. "We've been together a while now," George began. She stared on in anticipation. Was this really happening? She thought. "I've been wanting to ask you this for a while now," George continued nervously reaching into his pocket. "Will you marry me?" He finally managed to say, pulling out a ring box and opening it to show her a beautiful diamond ring on a gold band, now terrified she would reject him. "It's a big decision," she said, putting her finger to her chin. George waited nervously, praying she would say yes. "Yes!" Natalie squealed out in excitement. He let out a sigh of relief before sliding the ring onto her ring finger. He smiled and pulled her into a passionate kiss. As their lips locked, it was like the fire of passion lit in them both. George and Natalie held each other close as their kiss deepened. George picked her up and threw her over his shoulder as he walked into the room. The door shut, and she slid down his body from his shoulder, letting her feet touch the ground. Once again, they began passionately kissing. George went from her lips to her neck, making her tense up but relax at the feeling of his warm lips kissing and sucking her neck. She pulled her shirt off, showing off her blue bra. Growing even more excited, George ripped his shirt off, revealing his nice muscle toned body. As Natalie marveled at the sight. She wanted nothing more but for him to take her right there on the spot. He pulled her pants down and caressed the band of her thong with his fingers as they continued to kiss hungrily. She rolled over on top of him, and as she got ready to go down on him, the phone began to ring. George lay his head back on the bed in frustration. "Son of a bitch," he muttered to himself. Natalie sat back on her legs with a pouty look on her face. "I'm sorry, baby. One sec," he answered the phone. In a hotel room in Sugar Land, Texas, Morgan sat at the bedside table with the phone to her ear, waiting for the other line to answer. "Hello?" George answered. "Hey, Mr Taylor. I have the documents you want," she said timidly. "Who is it?" Natalie asked, reading the frustration on George's face. George covered the speaker with one hand and turned to her. "It's Morgan," he whispered. "I'm in Sugar Land if you would like to come by alone and grab them," Morgan said, looking over at her purse. Natalie listened. "Tomorrow. 12:00," he said sternly. He hung up the landline and set it on the hook. "What did she want?" Natalie asked with a worried tone. "She wants me to meet her tomorrow to get the records," George said, rubbing his head. "I'll come with you, then," she said. "She wants me there alone," he said. "Oh, hell no!" Natalie said, springing to her feet. "Please, George, please! Do not go alone to that place!" Natalie pleaded. "Why? She won't do anything to hurt me. I'm sure of it," George said. "I don't want to risk it," Natalie said on the verge of tears. George looked at her curiously. "Why are you freaking out about this?" He asked. "I don't know. I ju-" she stopped herself. She turned to the bedroom door. She had to tell him. She turned and met his gaze. She was scared of what his reaction would be. "Honey, I- I'm -" she started. He looked at her curiously. "Pregnant," she managed to say quietly. George's heart skipped a beat. He thought a moment. "Are you mad?" He got up from the bed and wrapped her in a warm hug. "I'm thrilled," he said with a smile. She breathed a sigh of relief and leaned into his embrace.