Unintentionally Yours (ON HOLD UNTIL JUNE/JULY 2015)

Chapter 5

His soft hands once again held my own. He looked straight into my eyes, making me feel a little uncomfortable. His mesmerising brown eyes were searching my face for any emotion. My previous thoughts of how I wished for a real proposal someday had once again brought tears to my eyes. He looked back down towards my hand, and gently held my ring finger on my left hand. The gorgeous, sparkly diamond ring was settled on a shiny silver band; simple yet elegant. It was way too expensive for someone like me. He slowly slid the ring on my finger.

How on earth did he manage a perfect fit!?

Slowly, Noah brought my hand up to his mouth and kissed it once softly. I was saddened once again, realising that this was all for show. He wanted to make his father proud; I was nothing but another extra in the scene. Why would I even think of being anything else? We were still strangers, perhaps acquaintances by now. 

Noah noticed my fallen expression. Tears were streaming down my face, but I couldn't stop them. Noah's father let out a quiet chuckle of awe.

There was nothing amazing about this moment. Why is he laughing at my misery!?

"Aw, you got her crying with tears of joy! You make me proud son. I know I don't say it often enough but it's a phrase which should not be overused," his tone then quickly changed from proud to sarcastic, "Unless we want your head to grow any bigger than it already is."

This cheered me up a little bit. I started laughing once I had realised how Mr. Kingston and I were alike in many ways. We also contained the same level of sass, which is a very rare find for me. Noah's looked a little annoyed until he glanced back over to me. He smiled a little. I wish he'd smile like that more often. 

"Dad we're going to go back upstairs. Tell Myra to make dinner for three people tonight please."

"Alright son. Behave up there, kids! As much as Jenine and I would love to have grandchildren, it's better to do this the traditional way. At least wait until your wedding day." Oh. My. God... 

He finished off with a wink and swiftly walked away, taking his aura of power with him. Now it was my turn to be a tomato. Noah smirked at me. What's new?

I sighed and Noah's suggestive smirk dropped immediately. He came up close to me again. 

"Ever heard of personal space?" I asked him cheekily, trying to change the sudden dull atmosphere of the room.

"When encountering a beautiful woman, personal space is not something which comes to mind."

I blushed, hard. I gave off an unconvincing laugh to try and make a joke out of the situation. 

"How many girls have you used that line on? I'm guessing, STD many?" His mouth fell open, in a rather unattractive manner. My sass is out of control. After a long two minutes, he finally closed his mouth and gave me an admiring look. Wasn't he supposed to be annoyed? Ugh, there is no winning with this man.

"You really are something else, Miss. Arabella." He gave me a heart stopping smile and shook his head in amazement. His teeth were perfectly aligned and TV-advert worthy. 

"What am I then? An alien?" He just chuckled at my response before taking my hand and pulling me up the staircase, towards his room. 

A yawn escaped my mouth and I didn't bother covering it. Pfft, nobody was looking anyway. No need for manners here. I suddenly realised how tired I was and also remembered the softness of Noah's bed. I sleepily made my way over to his unmade bed and fell onto it, pulling the covers up until they reached my chin. Ah, much better!