Don's Fiancée [18+Only]

6

''O-ours?'' I frantically asked, my eyelids fluttering as if I wanted him to disappear. The beating of my heart doubled its pace, my mind racing with so many thoughts on why we would share the same room. Wait. Are we gonna share the same bed?

No, no, no. This can't be it.

I mean, this man in front of me is not such a bad choice. Luscious looking lips, nice long fingers, well-defined biceps, perfectly toned and broad shoulders, eyes that could turn any woman into a putty with just one glance. He's drool-worthy and all but, what about love?

The gorgeous Italian didn't even spare a glance at me, as if he wasn't aware of my confused state. My feet were glued to the floor while I watched him move around the balcony. Placing down all the things in his hand one by one on the outdoor table. He moves gracefully like he's been doing the chores of waiting tables regularly. Taking off his leather jacket, I got a good view of his figure in the fading darkness to dawn.

After a few moments of me literally drooling over him, he stood straight facing me, arms crossed over his chest. His biceps and chest screamed from his fitted black shirt in his stance. He titled his head to the side, motioning for me to sit on the outdoor couch by the balcony. Reluctantly, I followed his unspoken command.

When I was settled on my seat, he sat on the single sofa across from me, all the while never breaking eye contact with me. The dawn breaks in front of us, the sun peeking from the darkness of the night, swallowing the dusky black sky with its light. Sunrise and sunset never fail to amaze me all the time.

''Eat'' Gorgeous Italian pushed the basket of fruits in front of me and placed the green liquid beside it.

I wasn't hungry, all I wanted to know was this deal he was offering me, getting into business as they say. Plus, I wanted to ask him why he said this is to be our room earlier but I took one green apple anyway. This green liquid was confusing me as he opened the canister and offered - demanded - for me to drink it.

Taking the canister from his hand, my brows creased as I gagged on the bitter, gooey taste of the green liquid.

''What is that?'' I coughed, slamming down the canister back on the table. Too bad there wasn't any water close to me.

''Finish it'' the man in front of me said. He grabbed the canister and pushed it to my face.

''No'' I raised my hand to stop him. He glared at me - yes he glared - and I glared back. We are now glaring at each other.

''It will bring your strength back'' he said in a monotone, I shake my head. ''It's either you drink it or I'll force this into your throat. Either way, 'this' will go in you, no?''

Oh boy, demanding fucking punk?

''Fine'' I snarled, downing all the liquid in one gulp. I shake my head, my face scrunching in the gruesome taste, taking a bite of the apple I was holding in my hand.