My Forced Marriage to a Gang Leader

Chapter 5 - The Masquerade Ball

THE MASK. DON'T PLAY THE VIDEO UNTIL I ASK TO PLEASE, FOR THE EFFECT! 

I woke up this morning with a smile on my face. I rolled over to see Tom lying there asleep. His chest going up and down in a hypnotizing rhythm. I leaned onto his chest and traced my fingers over his abs, they were stunning. He snores so softly, I wish that I could stay here forever but I can't. I get up and place a robe over myself. Although we didn't 'do' it, last night was magical. 

I wander down to the kitchen and look in the fridge, it's full of food. I take the ingredients for omelettes. I place the song rolling in the deep through the speakers, loud enough for me to hear but not loud enough for Tom to wake up. I feel the only way to cook is too listen to music otherwise its boring. 

I'm now singing my heart out as I cook and suddenly I feel a pair of muscular arms wrap themselves around my waist. I gasp and look at Tom, I stick out my tongue and it lightly brushes the tip of his nose. He laughs and gives me a peck on the cheek. I walk over to the cupboard and he lets go of me and sits down on one of the spinny chairs by the counter. I see that he is only in his boxers, revealing his gorgeous six-pack. I stare for a few seconds.

"Like what you see," he says smirking at me. I instantly go red, knowing that he knows that I was staring at him.

I grab two plates and I can feel his eyes on me. I suddenly feel very nervous. I turn around and place the omelettes on the plate and sit down next to him. He took a bite and smiled. 

"This is really good," he says, taking another bite. I smiled and as slowly ate my food. It was actually quite nice, I really enjoyed it.

"Where did you learn to cook like this?" he asked, trying to start some friendly conversation.

"Don't know," I shrugged, "It's probably because I have been cooking all my life for two extremely hungry brothers," I say and he just chuckles. 

"What are you doing tonight," he asks.

"Nothing, probably just watch some netflicks or something" I reply.

"Netflicks and chill," he says winking. I cringe so hard because that was so painful to hear. I just roll my eyes. "No" I reply. 

"Well tonight we have to attend this big charity ball that my dad hosts every year in honour of my mum and I was wondering if you wanted to be my date," he says, not looking me in the eye. I chuckle slightly. He looks at me.

"Of course I'll be your date, I'm your fiance," I say giving him a kiss on the cheek. I can see his cheeks go bright red. 

"I've laid a dress across our bed for you," he says, quickly leaving. I think that he was just embarrassed. I cleaned up and went upstairs. 

As I walked into the bedroom, I gasped. There was a beautiful dress lying on the bed. It looked like it was taken out of a fairytale. It was a white strapless gown and it had a flat top part with a poofy bottom. It didn't look like a wedding dress, more of an evening gown. It looked magical and I am in love with it. I picked it up, it was so soft and I examined every detail of it, from the tip to the bottom. I carefully place it down on the bed.

I go into the shower and I had a hot shower, taking my time to soak up all the sents and bubbles. I slowly massage the shampoo into my hair. I love having long showers. When I get out, it turned out that I had been in the shower a little too long! I quickly blow dried my hair and curled it so the curls lightly bounce off my shoulders. Then I applied a thin layer of make-up. I only do some eyeliner so that my blue eyes pop.

When I was ready, I was so excited to finally be able to wear my new dress. Then I remembered that Tom was one who picked this out for me and I smiled at the thought. He has the very nice taste. I unzipped the back and slide it over my head. It was so soft as it covered my skin and I breathed in its scent, vanilla, like Tom.