Chapter 58 Will You Marry Me
MADISON POV
I was already impatient, Dimitri wasn't answering my calls and I couldn't leave the room to look for him.
I was tired of pacing back and forth, imagining a thousand things he could be doing, when I was about to call him again, the door opened.
Hey honey, are you awake?
No, what you're seeing here is Madi sleepwalking.
Looks like he woke up in a bad mood.
Can you stop with the small talk and tell me where you were?
Just walking around — He said, lying down on the bed.
Oh, he's testing me.
Dimitre, don't make me ask again.
"Calm down, honey, I just went for a little walk. I couldn't sleep, and since I had nothing to do in the room, I decided to go out, that's all, nothing more."
Do you think I'm going to fall for that, Dimitre?
Yes, if you trust me.
I give up trying, I don't want to argue with him when we're having such a perfect day.
I know he wasn't doing anything wrong, but I feel like he's hiding something from me, and I'm going crazy trying not to figure out what it is.
Dimitri rips off his clothes, leaving only his underwear on, which makes my body ignite just seeing him like that.
He notices me staring at him with desire and comes towards me with that "panties-wetting" smile, or rather, that smile that makes my panties wet.
I still don't know how a man can be so incredibly delicious like him, with that stubble brushing against my face and his hot lips nibbling at my neck, making me let out a soft moan.
Dimitre—I said in a voice.
You smell so good, I love your scent.
The compliments he gives me when we're teasing each other, and the dirty words he says during sex, take me from heaven to hell; I lose all sanity when he touches me, and I completely surrender to pleasure.
After about three rounds of sex in bed, in the bathtub, and on the armchair, Dimitri said he had a surprise for me tonight.
You're only telling me this to make me gnaw at myself with curiosity, right?
No, my dear, I just told you to look more than perfect for today, if that's even possible, for you to look even more beautiful than you already are.
I blush at his words.
Hours later I get ready, my anxiety to know what he is going to do is enormous.
I changed clothes a thousand times, afraid of not being good enough for him.
I wanted to look perfectly beautiful for him.
Something tells me that today is going to be a special day and I wanted to be prepared, or at least pretend to be.
You look... magnificently beautiful.
Oh, thank you — I said, stammering.
"I'm going to surprise you today," he said, giving me a quick kiss.
Then let's go quickly, I can't wait any longer.
He offers me his arm like a gentleman, I accept and we head to the car.
I asked a couple of times where we're going, but Dimitri smiled and said nothing.
The rental car he got takes us to a beautiful, brightly lit boat.
What are we doing here?
Let's go for a ride, I rented this boat so you can see the wonders of Paris differently.
I liked your idea.
He took me to the dock and helped me onto the boat.
The night was beautiful, and we sailed along the Seine River, arm in arm.
Now I understand why Paris is called the City of Lights.
I thought it was beautiful in the sunlight, but it managed to become even more beautiful at night with the lights on.
After the boat trip, he said we were going to have dinner.
I thought it would be at one of the restaurants, but I was wrong.
He arranged a dinner complete with a waiter and a group playing violins at the foot of the Eiffel Tower.
I was impressed; I never imagined how romantic it would be to have dinner while watching Paris and the world's most famous illuminated tower.
It felt like it was all just for the two of us; both the place and the company were perfect.
"Are you enjoying it?" he asks, a little nervous.
I'm loving him even more, he's perfect, everything is beautiful, but why all this when we could just have dinner at a restaurant?
I wanted this night to be special.
We've been through so much, and I wanted you to never forget this moment.
Dimitre didn't give me time to ask any more questions; he calmly stood up and extended his hand so that I could stand up as well.
Dance with me?
I accepted without thinking twice; being here with him is a dream, and I never imagined I would one day experience a moment like this.
I was savoring every second there, storing every gesture, every look in my memory.
We spent a good amount of time enjoying that moment, embracing and dancing to the music, but he interrupted the moment, looking me straight in the eyes.
"Our story started in a completely wrong way, but I believe that served to change me.
I never thought I would fall in love with a prostitute, but here I am.
I can't live without you anymore, Madi.
Nine out of ten things, all i thing about is you.
You gave me the greatest happiness in the world, which is our Nadia.
I never imagined being so happy having a family, and you gave me all of that.
You gave me the chance to change, to be a new man, and damn, I thank heaven for going to that nightclub that day.
Today, Madi, I'm sure I want you with me forever.
I want to give you my last name, I want you to be mine, I want you to be Mrs. Thompson—" He pauses and continues—
"Will you marry me?"
I was completely speechless, my emotion was overwhelming, every word he said brought a tear down my face.
I wanted to shout for the whole world to hear how much I love this man kneeling before me, I wanted to shout yes, yes, a thousand times yes to him, but I couldn't say anything.
The emotion was so overwhelming that the words got stuck in my throat, and I made a huge effort to answer him amidst countless sobs.
Yes, of course, yes — I said, excitedly.
The huge smile that appears on Dimitri's lips fills me with happiness.
I throw myself into his arms, kissing his entire face, making him laugh even more—a delightful laugh that makes me want to hear it for the rest of my life.
I love you, I love you, I love you.
I've said it many times, trying to express with these simple words how important he is to me and how much I want him, just as he wants me.
I love you too, my queen.
He kisses me, the sweetest and most passionate kiss, full of feelings; it seemed like he was repeating those words, but not aloud, rather in silence, conveying them only through that kiss.
When we parted, Dimitri opened the velvet box he was holding, and my mouth opened in a perfect "O" shape when my eyes fell upon the ring.
He slides the incredibly gorgeous ring onto my finger and kisses my hand, then presses his lips to mine again.
I can say that I'm on cloud nine, I was proposed to in Paris, oh my god, it still hasn't sunk in, but what really surprised me was how carefully Dimitre planned all of this, how romantic he was, how he expressed himself when declaring his love.
Even if he had proposed to me out of the blue, I would have accepted because I love this man with all my heart, and if I ever doubted that, I was very foolish, because there is no greater feeling in the world than the love I feel for him and for my daughter.
When we arrived at the hotel, he wasted no time and threw me on the bed ( my god of wild sex is back!).
The heat I was feeling between my legs intensified when he and I started foreplay in the back of the car.
I rubbed against him, feeling his huge erection growing beneath me, pressing where I wanted it.
I needed to feel him inside me, but I would have to wait until we got to the hotel but we were so horny that Dimitri made me cum in the elevator with four people in front of us, just with his fingers.
I was so excited that I didn't even care if people heard my muffled moans against Dimitre's chest; I was only thinking about getting to the room quickly so we could fuck like rabbits.
And that's exactly what happened, we had sex all night long, without any rest, and when we stopped we were exhausted, I couldn't feel my legs, my body was as limp as jelly, and then I fell asleep in my favorite place in the world, in the arms of Dimitri Thompson, my future husband.