𝐀𝐌 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𖹭ྀི

part 44

He donned a poker face, masking his true feelings as he struggled to tolerate the tedious encounter. His eyes seemed to bore into the distance, his gaze a thousand miles away.

"So," he started, his deep voice measured, "I have a question for you."

As he shifted subtly in his chair, the soft creak of leather echoed through the room, betraying his forced composure. His fingers drummed a staccato beat on the armrest, the only hint of his growing unease.

His eyes locked onto hers, their intensity piercing through the façade of politeness.

Her eyes widened slightly at his words, her heart beating a little faster in her chest. She was clearly intrigued by this attractive man who was asking her questions.

"Yes, of course," she replied, her voice still soft and sweet. "What do you want to know?"

He leaned back in his chair, studying her. There was something about her politeness, her sweetness, that felt so fake to him. So unnatural.

"Why do you want to marry me?" he asked bluntly, his eyes locking with hers.

Her eyes widened even further, taken aback by his direct question. She stuttered for a moment, her cheeks blushing an even deeper shade of red.

"I-I..." she began, her voice trembling slightly. "I... I don't know, you're handsome, successful, and... and..."

She trailed off, unable to find the words to answer his question. It was clear that her reasons for wanting to marry him were superficial at best.

He chuckled, a mocking sound that he barely managed to conceal. It was exactly what he expected. She wanted him for his looks, his success, his status. Not for who he really was.

"I see," he said, his voice laced with sarcasm. "That's a very convincing reason."

The girl looked down, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. She could sense his mockery, his disappointment in her answer. But she didn't know how else to explain herself.

"I... I didn't mean it like that," she mumbled, her voice quiet. "It's just... you're so successful. And handsome. And..."

She trailed off again, knowing she was digging herself into a hole. She couldn't even explain why she wanted to marry him, not without sounding shallow.
but her eyes got stuck on his neck, where your mark was slightly evident.

He saw her eyeing his neck, her eyes fixated on the mark you had left on him. He smirked, silently gloating over the fact that you had claimed him as yours.

"You seem distracted," he said, his tone almost teasing. "Something on my neck, perhaps?"

The girl looked up, her eyes meeting his. She blushed furiously, clearly flustered at being caught staring.

"No, I..." she began, but her voice died down as she saw the mark more clearly.

She recognized it for what it was - a love bite, a clear sign of intimacy and ownership.

He chuckled, relishing in her reaction. It was satisfying, in a petty way, to see her realize that he already belonged to someone else.

He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Something bothering you?" he asked, his voice dripping with feigned innocence.

The girl tried to gather herself, her cheeks burning brighter by the second. She had no idea how to respond to his question, or to the fact that there was an obvious sign of another woman on him.