Blossom in Winter (Blossom in Winter #1)(97)

“Good morning, everyone,” greets Mrs. Chilnisky as she walks through the door, looking as elegant as ever with her long beige coat, her enigmatic smile, and her blonde hair brushing her shoulders. She’s accompanied by her associate professor, who holds the papers in hand, ready to distribute them around the room. Then she wishes everyone good luck and a Merry Christmas for those who celebrate it, and finally leaves the room, while her assistant will stay here for the next two and a half hours.





When the exam is finally over, my friends and I compare notes on some of the answers we provided.

“How did you answer the multiple choice question about supply and demand?” asks Sarah apprehensively.

“Um, B, I think.”

Sarah looks even more worried. “Oh crap. I think I put A… Matthew?”

“B too,” he replies.

“Well, I’m screwed.”

“Relax.” I try to comfort her, putting my hand on her shoulder. “It’s only one question.” Suddenly, I hear my iPhone beeping, and I can’t help but smile looking at the text message. “I’ve got to go.”

“I’m leaving too,” adds Sarah, following my quick pace as I leave the room. And Matthew’s close behind.

The instant we step outside, I take a deep breath of the freezing air. But I couldn’t care less. It smells like Christmas. And I love the Christmas season. Exams are finally over and behind me!

“Wow,” shouts Matthew in surprise. “A Rolls-Royce Phantom. I have never seen one up close before.”

What? I look down the street and roll my eyes, seeing the car parked in front. Damn. Alex knows how much I hate pretension. I shake my head in annoyance, while Matthew pulls his iPhone out. “What are you doing?”

“Petra, take some pics of me in front of this baby,” he says, quickly brushing his hair.

I grab his arm before he can jump up and down like a kid near the car. “You’re not taking photos of yourself with this car. It’s really embarrassing, Matthew. You’re behaving like a teenager.” But after all, Matthew’s just nineteen.

“Why not? This is really dope.”

“I won’t tell you again.”

The rear door opens, and an imposing male figure gets out of the car, smiling radiantly at me. I forgot how hot he is in a waistcoated suit with a white shirt underneath, open collar and no tie.

Sarah gasps. “Petra, who’s this hottie over here looking at you?”

Oh God. I want to disappear at that moment, or make Sarah and Matthew disappear by magic. I swallow, feeling as embarrassed as ever. But I suddenly realize they have no idea who he is. I can tell them whatever I want, and for the very first time in my life, I do exactly that. “My future husband.”

They take it as a joke, but not me. I smile back at him, my heart in flames.

“Oh, wow. Is that true?” asks Matthew.

“Yep. Well, Merry Christmas, guys. And just in case we don’t see each other before, Happy New Year!”

They both remain silent, taken aback by my statement, but I happily trot in his direction, welcoming him with a joyful grin and a long kiss on his lips.

“How did your exams go?” asks Alex, stroking my cheek.

“Quite well. Glad they’re over.” He gives me another kiss, opens the door, and invites me to get in. I’ve never been in this car before, but I actually love the idea of the privacy screen more than anything else. “I was about to ask why you brought this car, but now I understand…”

He removes his jacket and sits beside me, closing the door. “We have a one-hour drive ahead, Ms. Van Gatt.” He then leans closer to my ear and whispers, “I want to make sure you enjoy it properly.”

I devour his mouth then, starving to feel him. In a sudden move, he pulls down my panties. I help him unfasten his belt and pants, shoving them and his boxers down his hips. I play with his tongue again, run my fingers through his tousled hair, suck his neck beneath the open collar, and inhale his scent. I go back to his lips, kissing them between quick breaths. It feels like I haven’t seen him for centuries. My brain is getting so addicted to him, it’s unbelievable! He takes me by the waist and mounts me lustily on his cock. “Ahh...” Oh yes, this is where I belong, right here.





Bedford Hills, December 21, 2019





“I just have two rules in this house,” he starts as we step into the entrance hall.

Rules? I chuckle. Dad has tried to implement many in his household, but I’ve never managed to follow any of them.

“What are they?” I ask.

“First, you don’t leave the lunch or dinner table before me, or without having my permission to do so. Second, every evening after dinner, you’ll change into and wear a nightgown—and only a nightgown. It’s already on your bedside. Are we clear?” His tone sounds quite serious... I swallow hard.

“Well, I kind of grew up with the first rule, but after breaking it so many times, Dad just gave up.” I’m being playful, but not him. “Okay, deal. Your house, your rules.” I sigh. “What about for breakfast? Can I go to the table in the nightgown?”

“Ms. Van Gatt, breakfast is in bed. I intend to have you early in the morning too.” My cheeks flush instantly at his words. I lower my gaze, picturing that. Before I can say anything, he grasps my hand and gives me a proper tour of the house, just before we head to dinner.