Marry Me (The end)

Marry Me (The end)
Melinda’s Point Of View

After chatting with Jad that night, I couldn't get our conversation out of my head—I mean, he's not exactly how I pictured him, but he turned out to be the most genuine and gentle man I've ever met, and I couldn't stop smiling like a teenager.
Gosh! I liked the guy—I liked him since the day we met, and now after getting to know the real him, I was more than convinced I liked him.
A deep breath escaped my lips as I rested my head against the couch. Just because I liked it, it doesn't automatically mean he liked me too—he probably has a girlfriend or even a wife, worse.
“Oh Melinda, you are so foolish.” I muttered to myself. Being alone in this huge sitting room was making me lose my mind—that's why I had these silly thoughts rushing in my mind. Evelyn and Arthur should come back so I can leave this place before I go mad for real.
I sprang to my feet and decided to go to Jad’s room; maybe we could chat or something. I just needed someone to talk to before my imagination drives me to the brink of madness.
Reaching his room, I knock on the door softly. My brows furrowed at the sound of muscular moans coming from the room.
Without thinking twice, I pushed the door open, and my eyes widened at the scene that welcomed me. Jad was seated on the couch, legs parted, and his hand was stroking his cock up and down gently. In his hand he held a phone, and he had earphones in his ears, his moans loud in the room.
Against my will, a lusty feeling of warmth stole over my whole being as I stood there watching him stroking his cock.
I bit down on my lower lip as I brought my hands to my breasts, squeezing them gently against the fabric of my top. I wanted to taste that cock in my mouth—feel it deep inside me and suck it all over again.
Heat rose in between my legs as Jad lifted his head up and our eyes met. As much as I should be ashamed right now, I couldn't; I'm already too aroused to be ashamed, and I hope he won't make me be.
“Fuck, Melinda, what are you doing on my doorstep looking so horny?” Jad asked, eyebrows raised. He set the phone aside and removed the earphones.
I shrugged. “I see you need some help. Would you mind me lending you a hand?” My voice was deep with lust. I haven't had sex for a long time, and he's making me even more excitedly horny.
“Fuck yes! Why are you still standing there? Come on in… I want to see what you've got.”
I chuckled as I strode over to him. I knelt in front of him and wrapped my fingers around his huge cock and took it in my mouth fully.
“Mmm! Your cock is so big!” A moan escaped my lips as I sucked, licked, and took his cock in my mouth.
“Oh yeah, do you like my cock?” Jad grasped my hair, pushing his cock deep in my throat. I gaped at him, my eyes widening with each thrust.
“Oh fuck! You are so good!” Jad muttered breathlessly as he pushed his cock deep in my mouth as it jerked. And with one last thrust, his cum filled my mouth, and he finally removed his cock from my mouth, a satisfied grin on his lips.
I rose to my feet; he pulled me to his lap before he captured my lips into his.
His hands explored each part of me; I didn't even realize when my clothes were all over the ground.
A moan escaped my lips as he pushed his cock inside me. The room was now filled with our moans as we found ourselves in fierce lovemaking.
Since that day Jad and I became fucking buddies. I honestly enjoyed being fucked by him. He knew exactly how to bring pleasure to a woman, and I didn't see anything wrong with it, especially when Arthur and Evelyn were still not back at him. I was aware that he sees me as nothing but a fucking buddy, and I didn't want to tell him exactly how I felt about him. I think being fucking buddies was more than enough.
A deep breath escaped my lips as I stepped out of my car, grabbing my bag and locking the car. I made my way into the house.
It was past midnight, and I'm sure Jad must have put the kids to sleep by now. I will just go and sleep.
My brows furrowed as I stepped into my room; I was welcomed with a flickering candle. The bed was decorated with roses; on the small table was a set meal and two glasses of champagne.
“Surprise!” The sound of Jad’s voice was soft in the silent room.
I turned to him, and our eyes met. “Jad… What's all this?” I couldn't help but ask, my confusion obvious.
“I know I'm probably not the guy of your dreams, Melinda, but I'm still going to be brave and ask this… Will you marry me?”
My eyes widened, my heart banging so hard against my chest. For a second I thought it might burst out.
He can't be serious right now; this has to be a joke.
“Jad, you know I'm not a good woman for you… I'm—”
Jad didn't let me finish my sentence as he stepped closer to me. “You are a good woman for me, Melinda. That's why I want to make you my wife. I know everything about you and your past, and I still think you are a good woman for me. So Melinda, will you marry me?”
I feel tears welling up in my eyes. Never once in a lifetime after my first marriage did I think someone would want me for me, overlooking all my past.
We just met, and he was so sure he wanted to spend the rest of his life with me. What more can I ask for…
“Yes, I will marry you, Jad…” I said, trying to control the emotions that wanted to burst out of me.
“I love you, Melinda, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” Jad held up my finger as he inserted the ring.
I let out a chuckle. “I love you too, Jad.” I muttered, my voice barely above a whisper. He pulled me into a tight embrace.
It is fast, unexpected, and lovable. I never expected to find happiness again, but as they say, fate always had other plans for us, and I'm more than happy with the plans the universe had for me.