Married To Protect You (DISCONTINUED; NEW AUTHOR)

Twenty One:- Ecstasy Kiss

~Justin's point of view~


-Mine & Darielle's room-


We've already unpack our stuffs and now we're just laying around doing nothing. I'm a little nervous right now. Not only because we're alone in one room but also, we have a party in the ballroom. To celebrate some passenger's birthday. I might be the buzz kill of the party there. But, the teacher said that everyone has to attend.



"You're nervous about tonight, aren't you?" I heard Darielle spoke. I just bit my lip and look down. "Hey," I saw her hand on top of my hand. I looked to see her kneeling in front of me. I was sitting at the edge of my bed. "It's going to be fine. I'll be there, okay? I'll never leave you." I stared into her eyes through my thick glasses; to see if there was any honesty. There was.



"Promise?" I asked. She smiled and got up. Next thing I knew, she was hugging me with her arms wrapped around my neck. I blushed hard. Oh, the things she does to me. My arms hesitantly moved and wrapped themselves around her waist. I felt her taken aback but hugged me anyway. So soft and warm. . . I like it.



She pulled away and stood up straight. "Come on. Let's get you ready for the party." She grinned as she puts out her hand for me to hold. I stared at it and at her. "I'm going to make you the main attraction, baby." She winked. I breathed out and grabbed her hand as I got up.



I hope she knows what she's doing . . .



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~Omniscient's point of view~


It was a start of Justin's Makeover adventure.



The two when downstairs to the shops which were in the cruise ship. It was like a shopping mall to Justin. He stared around in awe. He has never been in a place like that before. He was being dragged by Darielle to find the first stop to his makeover. Finally, he felt Darielle stop making him do the same.



"Here we are. The first task." She says as he stares up at the shop's sign. "Shoe shopping." Darielle giggles as she urges him into the shop. He hasn't bought a new pair of kicks ever since. He would always wear his father's old ones. He didn't, really. Justin was seated on one of the chairs in the shop while Darielle goes off to find a pair for him.



He was looking around the shop when his eyes lands on Darielle; who was talking to one of the staff who works in the shop. He couldn’t help but wonder; why is she helping me? I never did anything for her. “Justin, you want to try Vans?” He snapped his head in the direction of her voice. He had a perplex look on. “Vans?”



She nodded as she handed him a box with those Supras. Justin bit his lip and sighed. He opened the box and saw a pair of Vans Rata Vulc Tri Tone Red. He was staring at them in awe. They're . . . not bad, actually. He thought. "Umm, Justin?" He looked up to Darielle. "You're supposed to wear them . . . ?" She points out making him blush in embarrassment.



He took out his father's old worn out shoes whilst Darielle told the staff to take it and burn it til there's nothing left. Justin puts on the footwear and laced them up. Once he's done, he stood up and stared at the shoes in amusement. "So? How are they?" Darielle asks as she took the seat where Justin sat. He started to take a few steps. "They're . . . cool." He grinned. "They're actually kind of comfortable." He chuckled lightly.



Darielle puts one her leg on top of the other with her right elbow resting on the knee as she sets her chin onto her palm. "Really?" She smiles. Justin went to the mirror which was set to be on the ground and took a look at the shoes from side view. "It's a different feeling." He says. Darielle watches as Justin spoke about how nice the shoes were.



She couldn't help but smile in accomplishment. She stares at the now, big smile that was currently on Justin's face. No matter how nerdy or geeky he looked or is; she admired him. He was different from the guys in their school. All big talk and no walk. But Justin . . . He was a rare species you would say.



Both of them were in the same high school together ever since freshman year. But, only Justin has caught her eye. She was amused by him. However, he did nothing but walk around being bullied by David and his posse. She despised anyone who made fun of Justin but she didn't made any action until now. 



Ever since then, she has developed feelings for him and he didn't do anything  . . . But, being him. Now, that they are engaged; they would be together. But, that isn't enough. That's arranged. She didn't like the idea but, anything to protect him. Now all she wants to do is, to make Justin at least like her a little. More than a friend, to be exact.



She stares at Justin and without him hearing; she says the words which she will promise to complete. "I will do anything in my power to protect you and make you love me." She smiles as Justin turns to smile.
 
 
 
 
 
 
~Justin's point of view~


-Justin's Makeover Adventure (Part 2)-


It was 4:30 p.m. and Darielle is dragging me to our next destination. I was currently wearing the red Supras from before since she wanted my dad's old shoes to be burned. "Where are we going now?" I whined. "Part 2 of your makeover . . . Outfit hunting." She winked making me blush furiously. Dang it! I blush too easily!



Soon enough we got into this store called, 'Billionaire Boys Club'. "Billionaire- Don't you think this store sounds . . . expensive?" He implied, worriedly. Darielle grinned and shrugged. "It's cool. The clothes here are . . . a little high priced but, all in all, they have good style." She nodded at her explanation.



I was reluctant to get inside there but if Darielle thinks it's okay then . . . I should agree. I took a deep breath and braced myself as we went in. Once we did, I was in awe. "This place is so . . . exotic!" I breathed out. Darielle stared at me with a perplex expression. "Exotic? Really?" I just shrugged. I've never been into shops like this one.



"I'm not used to these kinds of stores." I said in almost a question. She smirked and pulled me to one of the staff here. It was a guy and he seemed to be my height; only thing is that I'm a few inches taller than him. "Excuse me?" Darielle spoke and he looks up. A smirk crept upon his face when he sets his sights on her.



"What can I do for ya', babe?" He flirts as he got closer to her. Uh, hello? Do you not see that her fiance is standing behind her? Whoa . . . why am I suddenly protective? Luckily, Darielle had her blank expression on. "Don't call me 'babe'." She answered. He chuckled and my hands were balling into tight fists. What's gotten over me?



"Feisty. I like it. How about you and I ditch your little nerd of a freak and go some place private?" He winked making my heart race faster. I wanna go a different store now. In a blink of an eye, Darielle roughly grabbed the dude's collar and lifting him up to his toes. I was shocked at how fast she was but . . . She's Darielle. The guy was choking as he gasps for air.



"Say my fiancé's a 'Nerd-Of-A-Freak' one more time, I won't hesitate to throw you out from the 5th floor." She threatened with a  blasé  expression yet with coldness in her voice. The guy nodded fast before she simply un-clenched her fist that grabbed hold of his collar. He dropped to the floor as he breathed.



"Fiancé?!" He wheezed. I saw the corner of her lips curved into a mischievous smirk. Okay, what's she up to? She reached behind her and pulled me forward to her side by my collar. I was staring at her in confusion. "He's dedicated, clever, decent and sure knows how to 'excite' me." She giggled before turning her head to look at me.



I blushed hard when she said I 'excite' her. What did I do? I gulped as she pressed her body to my chest. I could feel her soft breasts against my chest! Justin, snap out of it! Now's not the time! Her delicate hands ran up my chest and wraps her arms around my neck. My eyes were wide open. Oh, man! Not again! Nerves!



"And he's all mine."She whispers before placing her lips against mine. I was literally shaking at how close we were! But, the feeling of her lips felt like ecstasy. My eyes slowly closed like hers and my hands were no more shaking but now, wrapped around her smooth waist which perfectly fit in my arms. I pulled her closer and kissed back.



Her kisses were heavenly and how passionate it was. Soon enough, we were making out in the middle of a store, in front of the guy as he stared in shock; with the staff; including passerbies. But, we didn't have the care in the world. My heart was beating so fast; Darielle could have felt it! Her hands were pulling on the hairs at the back of my neck causing me to control whatever sound that would've come out from me.



Before I knew it, her soft lips pulled away causing my head to lean down to her. I was breathless and so was her but I showed much. She pulled her arms away from my contact and stood facing the dude while I was still staring down at her. Damn, that was nice . . .



Can we do it again?

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