Unveiled (Torn #6)(50)

“Please…” I sniffed. “Please get up…there’s no need for you to be down there.” The second he got on his feet, I embraced him for being so wonderful to me. “You’ve proven time and time again that love could heal any wound. You showed me that. My scars and ghosts that I’ve nurtured since childhood have slowly left me because of your consistent love and devotion. The kind of worth you’ve given me had freed me from my old beliefs—and I can’t thank you for that. There’s nothing in this world that would honor me than be your wife again…only—but only if this is what you truly want. I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“This is what I want,” he murmured before kissing me softly. “This—this magic we make once we’re together…that’s what I want for the rest of my life. Let me do right by us…and I promise you, you will never regret it.”

It was I who had tons of regrets, but I was slowly making amends. “All right, I’ll marry you—but please let’s do it right this time. This time let’s involve our friends and family.” I grinned at him, thinking about what the first time he and I got married.

“That actually wasn’t so bad...it was rather perfect if you I could recall it properly.”

“It was, wasn’t it?”

Taking my hand, he produced a beautifully crafted ring with a green stone in it. “It so was…”

“Wow—this kind of emerald is so fascinating.” I gushed, trying it in different angles as it caught the different facets of the lighting around us, dazzling me into enchantment.

He snickered, giving me a thoughtful look.

“What?”

He shook his head, amused. “It’s not an emerald, yineka mou. I actually had to fly to South America for a short time to negotiate this rare gem for you. It’s a green diamond and one of the rarest of its kind—I couldn’t settle for anything less worthy of you.”

See…these speeches always never failed to make my precious heart palpitate. “I could listen to you all night speak and talk nonsense… and I tell you, I’ll fall in love with you over and over again.” Maybe it was the faint accent or the way he passionately would talk about anything. To me, he was simply enthralling to watch.

“Maybe tonight, perhaps?” he wickedly raised his brow before kissing my hand with his ring proudly on display. “You can listen to talk all the nasty things I’d like to do to you? Last night’s festivities left me quite hungry since someone decided to fall asleep on me right after I gave her an orgasm of her life.”

I huffed, pouting. “Yeah right—you can’t blame me for being too exhausted because you’re an insatiable stallion.”

“What happened to stud?” he questioned, incredulous. “I happened to like the stud instead of stallion!”

“Well maybe you just need to perform better tonight, don’t you think so mister?” I threw him a challenging look before he tackled me into the sleigh, ready to prove me how awfully badly behaved he surely was.

Instead of skating, we ended up cuddled in the said sleigh, seemingly happy just as enjoyed our surroundings. I felt like I was on my first date and we just started making out…because goodness, The Greek McHottie kissed me until my lips were raw…only then did he decide to take it indoor for much more feasible activities.

The next morning, we had woken up rather late than planned. Our scheduled flight was supposed to be at nine in the morning but we didn’t leave until half past ten. I could only thank the convenience of having a jet and a pilot ready to do his bidding because the nightmare of booking another flight had we flown on commercial airlines simply would’ve been a nightmare. I suppose there were perks in dating a hotshot.

I was about to take a nap after thirty minutes in the air when Dimitris decided to sit with me after rapidly typing on his phone for the past forty minutes or so. “Can we have a quick detour en route to Athens, I hope you don’t mind?”

“If it’s that important, I don’t mind at all.” I knew he had all sorts of business to take care of and I was more than happy to tag along.

“All right then. We’ll be landing in Paris shortly.”

That perked me up way too much than expected. “Paris you said?”

“Yep. Paris.” He threw me a look. “You’ve been there before, have you?”

Paris…Claudine…or was she still in Athens? “I hope this doesn’t involve a particular someone from your past…or current…depending on—”

“Depending on what?” he pressed on, setting his phone aside as if to fully focus on our rather strained conversation.

“It’s just that—I don’t think this is right.” Where was he going with this? Why would he put me through this the day after we just got engaged? What the flying mother of f*ukers.

He made a sigh. “Trust me on this will you? Just this once, please…just trust me.”

f*uk. Okay. “If you mess this up…I’ll make your first year as my husband really difficult.” I threatened with all seriousness. “I’d most likely show up in your meetings pretending that you’re cheating on me or something scandalous. I’m not joking, Dimi—you of all people know how much I hate her—so please, don’t scar me up or I will smash your balls and feed it to the pigeons in hangs around the Eiffel Tower.”