Devour You

39

Victoria

I remember the way my heart skipped when I woke up to an empty bedside this morning. Rio, my handsome fiancé, was no longer next to me. Undressed under the thin silky bedsheets, I recall the instant tug of my lips, before I bit down on them in remembrance of the mesmerizing events that took place last night.

My nerves were incessantly fluttering, and my skin throbbed from where the gangster planted feathery and passionate kisses. I already missed his presence, while adjusting my awakening eyesight onto the pillow that Rio's head was no longer on.

But through the peeping sunlight bursting through the thin curtains across the bedroom, the generous morning light beamed upon a folded sheet of paper on the bedside table next to the desolate pillow. I reached over. And I took it in my grasp, brown irises scanning across it. I immediately recognize the hand writing.

It's from Rio.

It informs me that he's left to pick up some groceries for dinner later, and will be back 'sooner than I can blink'. I plaster a smile, absentmindedly, before placing the letter back onto the table stand and kick my bare feet around the edge of the bed. My toes hit the cold wooden floor, and I let the bedsheets slip off my exposing body.

After walking over to the bathroom for a hot shower before I slipped something on, I prepared for the day. And once I did, I hopped down the stairs to head into the kitchen - only to gather that Rio still hasn't arrived yet. But my lips twitched, remembering his infallible note.

Pouring a hot mug of coffee, I placed the hot coffee pot back where it belongs to reach for the creamer and sugar. But, when the ceramic sugar jar was firm in my hold, I realized there's no more of the blessing titled sugar. I frowned, and sat the empty jar aside upon the kitchen counter.
Pulling out my cell, I dialed Rio's number, thinking back at the fact that he has ventured out to the grocery store, and maybe he could pick me up some sugar.

Unfortunately, my fiancé doesn't answer my call. Casting a slight frown, I curled my lip in thought, tapping my finger excessively on the island's granite countertop.

And then it occurred to me: he wrote a note. I can do the same, for him, and run the errand myself before he gets back. Because I have never been the kind to drink coffee without sugar - and this morning I need coffee. It's just one of those mornings.

I jog up the stairs, taking a slip of paper from my bedroom and jotting down that I'm running to the Super Market, a moment, afterward signing with a heart. I bit down on my lip while displaying the informative note on my pillow, before spinning around in my Converse and jogging down the corridor again.

Once outside, after I locked the tall front door behind me, I walked across the driveway. Shortly after I got into my Nissan and started the engine, and when backing out of the driveway and turning out onto the street, my settling gaze can't help but to peer at the reflecting diamond on my ring finger; the luminous sunlight behind the windshield beaming down on it.

Now, my pink lips tug upward at the amazing sight of it, whilst my hands are upon the steering wheel. It's silver band fit perfectly around my finger, I remember, the very moment Rio slid it on me.

The excitement within me was unreal, almost. But inevitable, I couldn't suppress it. The dazzling piece of jewelry caught my gaze instantly, as Rio was knelt down, and I couldn't express the shock, the surprise, the merciless pounding of my heart then and there.

I knew I loved him before. I just didn't think it was possible to love him even more.

Ahead, I come up to the highway that leads ten or so miles off the Super Market I'm headed. Still, my bare lips find themselves quirking up eventually, again, only in memory of Rio on one knee, and our quality time after that - the tingling of my skin beginning to suffice again.

But the part that got me the absolute most, I recall, was when he informed me of Ann's blessing. He asked my sister for my hand in marriage, he told me, and I remember the way my heart suddenly hammered, and the possible tears that were threatening to pour.

My grin widens, while I simultaneously concentrate on the road ahead of me, while staying put in my train of inner thoughts.

And the fact that I'm about to get married to the man of my deepest dreams, brings me to much...excitement and...joy.

Additionally, Ann is OK with this, and with her being the only family I have left - being OK with the engagement meant overly and beyond a lot to me. I can't even come up with the words to thank her, or even the questions as to how Rio even brought it up to her last night - nonetheless her exact response.

I plunge out my cell anyway, while finally arriving at my destination. After pulling into the merely vacant parking lot, I put my car in park in a desolate space. And exiting the vehicle, a genuine smile tugs at my lips while I dial my sister's number.

Whilst the other line rings against my ear, I begin in my steps in my yellow flannel blouse and jeans, across the lot.

As the ringing keeps sounding nonstop, and as I wait in patience for Ann to answer, I momentarily think I hear quick steps approaching up behind me.
But I don't quite yet think to peer behind my shoulder.

I should've.

But the approaching footsteps were too quick.

Before I know it, something is quickly pulled over my head to interfere with my sight. My cell phone instantly slips from my now quivering fingers. I scream instinctively, with much struggle against a hard figure behind my back.

My pulse races, and my stomach turns while darkness coils inside me - before all I see is black.

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Two chapters for you lovelies this morning :))

OK so the next chapter will be Rio's. Therefore I know it might seem for back-to-back POV's to be starting up - but just bare with me. It's like that for what I have planned, loves! Some may be interested in a certain POV more than the other, so I'm just asking for your patience for the chapters ahead!!

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