Heir of Deception | (for mature audience)

*Chapter 22: Christian

Christian

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The morning light gently filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. I woke up to the soft sensation of her body intertwined with mine, her hair cascading over my arm like a silken waterfall. It was a moment of blissful tranquility that was sadly short-lived. As she stirred and slipped out of bed, the reality of the day ahead settled in. Today was her birthday, and she had a show to prepare for.

In the shower, the steam enveloped us, transforming the small space into our private sanctuary. I had her bent over, and the sound of her moans echoed against the tiles, each cry of my name sending shivers down my spine. It was an exhilarating start to her special day, a way to celebrate her life and our love. What better birthday gift could there be than to share such an intimate moment first thing in the morning?

Once she left for her show, I took an hour to get ready. I slipped into a tailored suit, knowing I would be watching her walk down the runway soon. She was only scheduled for one show today, and I had pulled a few strings to ensure we had the rest of the day to ourselves before I had to return to New York and the relentless grind of work that awaited me.

Paris had always held a special place in my heart. I had visited countless times, mingled with its vibrant culture, dined at its finest restaurants, and explored its famed landmarks. Yet, I had never experienced it alongside her. I wanted this day to be unforgettable, so I arranged for the Louvre to close its doors for a few hours just for us. As we wandered through the hallowed halls, we stopped at Antonio Canova's magnificent sculpture, Psyche Revived by Cupid's Kiss

"It's beautiful, right?" I asked, my eyes locked on her as she admired the statue, her expression a mix of wonder and contemplation.

"Yes," she replied, a smile spreading across her face, illuminating the depths of her soul.

With a playful grin, I reached into my pocket and pulled out a small velvet box, my heart racing as I prepared to take this monumental step. The world around us faded, leaving only the two of us in this moment. The soft glow of the city lights illuminated her face, highlighting the excitement in her eyes.

I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of my emotions swell within me. "I know our relationship didn't start in the most traditional way, and I've spent a lot of time thinking about what that means for us. But standing here, with you, I realize that every moment has led us to this point."

I dropped to one knee, the cool metal of the railing at my back a stark contrast to the warmth radiating from my love. I opened the box, revealing the stunning ring nestled inside. " So, will you marry me?"

As I held the ring before her, my heart raced, a mix of anticipation and vulnerability surging through me. I could see the surprise and joy flicker across her face, the tears welling up in her eyes only adding to the beauty of the moment.

"Say yes," I thought, my mind racing, hoping desperately that I had conveyed just how much she meant to me. " You have to say yes, that's what we planned. " I reminded her.

"Christian," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "Yes! Of course, I'll marry you!"

In that instant, a wave of relief washed over me, mingling with an exhilarating joy. I rose to my feet, and before I could think, her lips crashed into mine, igniting a fire that surged through both of us. I pulled her close, feeling the warmth of her body against mine, and I knew that in that moment, everything was right in the world.

Diaz and Jackson, who had been watching from a distance, captured every second of our love story, their smiles mirroring the joy that enveloped us.

"Wow, it's beautiful," she marveled, gazing at the diamond ring now adorning her finger, its brilliance reflecting the light around us.