The Ceo’s proposal

Now I am the one who feels bad and guilty because I think Eros got intoxicated with so much food that my mother made him eat against his will, I told him he didn’t have to do it, but he with a forced smile told me he would.

When we arrived at the residence, he was in a hurry, he got dressed in sports clothes and then went to his personal gym where he spent most of the afternoon exercising, I told him he was exaggerating, but he asked me if I had any idea how many calories he consumed thanks to my mother’s food and his tone of voice of course was not the best but this time I could not get angry because it seems that my mother scared him so much that forced him to obey her.

-What did my mother tell you?

-She didn’t tell me anything that you don’t already know.

-Eros, come on, tell me what she told you, I know very well that she told you something when she sent me for the dressing and you will have to tell me sooner or later.

He was all sweaty when he approached me, I give him a towel to dry and he tells me not to worry about something that is not important. I know he told him something because when we left the house he sighed in relief as if we had left the house of terror.

I look at him in a questioning way so that he would tell me the truth, but… in the end I didn’t get him to tell me and he only told me that he would leave tonight and that tomorrow we would go to see the place where the wedding would take place.

-Regarding that… don’t you think that investing money… in a fake wedding is stupid?

-It’s not when it comes to someone like me. It will be the wedding of the year as the most eligible bachelor in the country will marry a stranger who is bipolar and stubborn.

-Ha ha ha. -I said sarcastically, “I’m serious.

He looks sideways at me as he wipes his face of sweat.

-The expenses are on me so you have nothing to worry about.

-The problem is that I’m already worried. What I mean is that we can at least not spend on some things.

-So… -Like what?

-The place where the wedding will take place, for example. Why spend on an expensive place when we can have it anywhere, like here for example.

She looks at me like I’m crazy.

-Are you really talking about having it here?

-What’s wrong with it. Your mansion is very big and you have a huge garden with roses of different colors, we can do it there so you won’t spend your money on those two things.

-No. We are definitely not going to do that. The wedding will be done the way I want it. Besides even my mother will tell you no because in our family weddings have always been the best.

-Eros…

-I already said no and that’s my last word.

“I can’t believe she blackmailed me and the worst thing is that my mother and the worst thing is that my mother agreed with them” yes, them, since even Bianca’s mother was present helping with the preparations for the wedding which will be in a week.

The invitations were sent in two days to all the closest relatives, friends and media, according to my mother, even if it is fake but the wedding must be unforgettable so she is doing everything possible to make everything perfect, but she is just exaggerating since there is not much time left for everything to be finished between her and me.

I have communicated with the lawyer I trust to give her a tempting offer for my fake fiancee so she can give me custody of the baby and she can continue without us in her life, she is smart and I am sure that when she resumes her studies she will be the best.

I look at the necklace that has remained in this family for several generations and that the women who enter this family have worn it as a family emblem and she should not be the exception, of course if we want my uncle to believe the story of this wedding.

-May I come in?

-Yes, of course. -She murmurs as she looks in the mirror to see the dresses she had at her disposal. -Which one do you think looks better on me, red, pink or beige?

-Does it matter? -I answer unimportantly and she says yes. -All right.

I look at the dress she wanted to wear so I chose the pink one and she doesn’t say anything, she goes into the bathroom and after a few minutes she comes out. I was surprised because she looked… stunning, very beautiful.

-Well?

-What?

-Help me with the zipper.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

She came closer to me and pushed aside her hair, I took the zipper and as I slowly pulled it up it caused my skin to bristle and I swallowed dry because the sensation was pleasurable, she turns and asks me if it fits, but she stares at me when we are so close to each other, my eyes stopped looking at hers for a few moments as they focused on her lips that looked beautiful with that pink tint that makes her look natural on it.

-Are you… not… going to say… anything?

-You look like the ideal woman for me. -I get close to her ear as I take out my necklace from my pants bag. -Now you’re perfect for me. How I long to taste your lips.

I left a kiss on her cheek that felt wonderful “although I would have preferred it to be somewhere else”, when I looked at her face again she had her eyes closed as if she also enjoyed this moment. Opening them she tilts a smile and reminds me of the contract specifically where it says I can’t touch her.

“If I could change the past, I would change that part where it says I can’t touch her.”

-Well, I didn’t do anything wrong, I just said I want to, that’s all. Besides, I would have to have your written consent for me to be able to touch you.

-And… what would happen… if I told you that I want it too?