Love at First Night - Chapter 119

“Now you understand how I feel about you,” I said without any regret or resentment at all. Nor even anger. I just told him the truth.

He didn’t reply but kept glowering at me furiously. I took a long deep breath and then continued “the only difference was that my feelings were legitimate and fair since we were dating and going to marry. But now I don’t own you anything so please leave and don’t shame yourself as you already did.”

His mouth widened and his eyebrows knitted even more filling his forehead with little creases as his hands began to tremble for the anger.

“Is him the mysterious boy you said you were seeing?” He shook his head as if he didn’t consider responsible for the actions I blamed him for and that he didn’t even care. His pride was hurt even more than his heart. He gestured with his hand as if he couldn’t endure the situation anymore.

It was probably too hard to handle the entire situation, replaced by someone wealthier than him, more successful, and who in a few months made me happier than he did in seven years.

That succession broke his heart, not me.

“Seriously?” His voice thundered in the room as he took a long step closer to us. Glancing at my man and then at me as if we both owed him something.

Yes, seriously. You had been defeated and Karma got back at you.

“Yes, Carl.” I flashed him a smile, not hiding the pleasure I felt by reading his wrecked facial expression.

“I am dating Cameron now.” The words slip out my mouth smoothly easily.

I stood confidently proud in front of him, tilting my head to the side almost as a challenge.

Cameron was nonchalantly leaning his chin on his hand as he looked at him with a chill expression as a hint of a smirk enlightened his face. He stood up and took a step closer to Carl, his hand rested on my shoulder to calm me down so I covered his hand with my own and held it. Then Carl walked closer to Cameron and when near enough he offered him a smile almost as if he pitied him.

“Enough, Carl, now. Leave.” He said smoothly.

Carl was dying to curse him and then use me, to throw us all the anger that was boiling through his blood, creasing his forehead and tilting his jaw. Yet he only clenched his fists and his teeth. He pointed his finger to me, but no threat or miserable insult cane out his mouth. He forced each bone in his body to turn around and make a beeline to the door.

Dear Carl, what you now underestimate, eventually someone else will appreciate and steal it from you.

What isn’t yours became someone else’s.

He was the one who mistreated me, took me for granted, underestimated my value, and never loved me as much as I deserved to be loved. And now he had to stare at another man accomplish the things he always failed. The problem wasn’t only that Cameron was the version he could have been on different aspects of his life but it was also that I wasn’t the person I once was with him.

Carl blamed me for spending little time with him and working too much or never having fun, I almost believed him and thought the problem was with myself. But now that I knew Cameron I realized the problem wasn’t me, it was him. I didn’t stop to have fun in general, I stopped to have fun with him.

Carl left slamming the door close and marching away so angry that I could feel his footsteps fading away.

“Are you alright?” Cameron asked digging his hand in my hair.

I nodded as I leaned my head against his massive muscled chest.

“I am. I just know he will do everything in his power now to avenge me. That means he will probably tell my mother.” I scoffed, shaking my head.

“I am not ready to face her yet” I sighed as he wrapped his safe arms around me making me feel. safe and in the home of his security.

“I’m here for you. We will do it together.” He whispered waiting for me to lift my head and look up at him, when I did, he kissed me.

“You will talk to your mother and I will meet your relatives and everyone else. Lily I don’t want to commit the mistake that man did.” He whispered gesturing at the door as his eyes sparkled in devotion.

His hands wrapped around my cheeks and then shook my face before leaning his forehead against mine.

“I will never treat you like that. We will stay together.”

His voice sounded almost as a request as if we were standing in front of each other announcing our vows to each other. Was that his vow? His whish? Or his request.

“I fucking love you. I didn’t even know I could be capable of loving someone after… after what I had been through. But hey, I do. And I don’t want to give this Feeling away for any reason in the entire world. Promise me, Lily.”

Our lips were so close to each other that our breathes synchronized.

In that office which spoke about him more than any of his houses did, in that palace where he knew and most vulnerable, he begged me to stay, to be his forever.

I opened my mouth to say the words, “I know Cameron. I promise you. We will have our forever.”

In that act where we exposed our truest feelings, I felt very happy, at peace with life and my past. Few seconds so meaningful that would change forever our life.

He leaned closer and his eyes shut delicately, he leaned closer as his hand set on my neck. I let our lips brush against each other, mixing our tastes and joining together for a slow romantic dance. He licked my bottom lip to require my permission for entrance and when I gave him the access he craved for, our tongues chased each other in a passionated haunt.

His hands moved to conquer my hips and he pushed me closer to him, I felt his hot breath on my lips warming me up as a blanket in the cold winter.

“I am not going to leave you.” He whispered against my lips. “Nor now nor ever.”

His words hit every nerve of my body, sounding so pure and sincere that not even a doubt crossed my mind.

I always wondered how it was to put your heart in the hands of a man without the fear he could eventually crash it or let it fall due to distraction.

But now I knew. Because his actions and his eyes spoke to me nothing but the truth.

I bowed down to smile. He lifted my chin forcing me to meet his gaze, he smiled. “Never. Understood?”

I nodded shyly so he rewarded me with a sweet kiss.

“Understood,” I whispered.

“Good girl.” His smile morphed mischievously, making my body shiver in lust as a result.

The grip of his hands intensified.

Then, he turned around to walk toward the door rushing and locking it, then he rolled down the shutters and then came back to me to finish what we had started before the interruption by lifting me on his desk again. At the impact, the few objects on the wooden desk trembled but he pushed them to the side hastily before kissing me.

His kisses never felt old on my lips, each kiss blessed me with a new flavor, a new taste of him and with new feelings, I had never experienced before. It was like at his kiss a nerve of my body woke up and reached the deepest chords of my heart to shake it, shaping it completely.

The redemption of giving our hearts to each other, I could feel my body waking up as well, longing for him, craving to feel him claim me again and again. Almost ached at his loss of contact when his kisses left my mouth to plant kisses all over my neck.

The maid was right, he didn’t need to tell me he loved me because he said that with facts, standing by me with my ex in a situation he wasn’t involved in. He proved to me his deepest secret feelings with his kisses, itching me as if he hadn’t kissed for years. By the way, his gaze burst into mine as if he stared at a work of art in the louvre museum I knew he loved me. He loved me in the deepest truthfully way just like poetries singers painters or soldiers did. Dedicating their own lives to their loved ones.

What did I do to deserve that form of love? What could I do to thank him if not hallowing him as he did with me?