Wedding Plan

Chapter 4: the dinner

I stood in front of my dressing, angry at myself. 30 minutes and I couldn't decide what to wear...

I hate being Tee; I am starting to act like a girl. Not a single outfit seems to match for the dinner plan of this evening. Plus I was anxious like hell, biting my lips nervously. Me, Beam, nervous about a dinner! I couldn't believe what was happening. Yes, it has been a while; my playboy life was far behind me, but still! I never felt like this over a stupid dinner. Wait, I never had a romantic dinner with anyone. My number of dating experience was 0. Although my sex life in university was intense, I had always managed to avoid getting into a serious relationship.

I now find myself going to eat with my soon-almost husband I found flirting with this horrifying woman. The anger couldn't wash away my tension, or any argument I could found. I was stressing like during my first surgery.

I decided to go for the long white dress, classy but simple and easy to wear. Even with all the time it took to prepare myself I was still early. Well, I didn't have much to do all day except this. Maybe my inactivity was the reason I was being weird. I look one last time in the mirror, frightened. I must admit the transformation is nearly too perfect, I would probably fell in the trap if I didn't know it was me.

The restaurant was deserted, not a single costumer. The waiter made me sit in the table at the center of the room. I wait, staring at my watch, 8pm, 8.10pm, 8.12 pm, 8.14 pm... Great he wasn't there and not a single customer. Did he think he was in a drama and book all the restaurant?

8.15pm, 8.17pm still no one. Aren't women supposed to make men wait not the other way around? I should have come at 9!

At 8.20 he arrives in a steady step, without a word of apology. He sits down without a world or a smile. This guy needs to be taught how to behave.

This dinner starts, though I have to admit that it's one of the worst I've ever had. Well that was to be expected with someone like him. All he does is texting; even his plate isn't worth of his time. I play at least ten scenarios of me yelling at him. 

I hold back with great difficulty to tell him the substance of my thought, which would be in complete contradiction with the character I am supposed to play. although I like joking and teasing, I am recognized as being peaceful and rather calm. Yet this man has the ability to boil my blood like no one else.

When the desert comes, he put his phone in his pocket. I grab my spoon to dig on my chocolate cake but my hand his taken hostage by his. I furrow my eyebrows. No one has the right to get in between me and my chocolate cake!

- Tee...

His deep voice takes me by surprise, triggering involuntary shivers on my skin. I had forgotten how his hoarse voice was deep. He stands up and kneel in front of me.

- Mr Jaturapoom?

He caresses my hand with his fingers while staring intently at me with his dark eyes. What is he doing?

- Love, his husky voice whispered.

My traitor heart jumped.

- That's what you called me last time.

Hum? Ah right when I caught him cheating. Damn brain you can't fail me right now.

- Spending time with you I realized it wasn't enough.

What? What was in his dish? Since when is he spending time with me?

- Tee, would you marry me?