Fairytale Royal Date Night
ARIANA
I was standing in front of the full view mirror for longer than I was supposed to stand in front of that damn mirror. It was date night, as he had asked me out in the morning and I said yes, without even trying to know if he was planning something casual or something fancy. Well, to my surprise, it was none of the options I was thinking about. Because it was a freaking fairytale royal kind of date that he had planned for us.
Everything was fine and I was actually very excited about the whole thing. Well, until the dress for the night arrived at the doorstep of our Airbnb, along with the accessories. It was a red tiered Tulle dress. It had a choker with two straps and a deep sweetheart neck that would be showing half of my cleavage. And it was backless. Just the way he liked it.
It felt to me like he had spent hours just so he could choose a dress and accessories that he would like for our date. He showed me his outfit as well. It was a white tuxedo with black shirt and a bowtie. Everything was Royal fancy.
As I held that dress against my figure, looking into the mirror, I couldn't stop myself from crying. He forgot one fact. I was bald. And something this beautiful, would definitely need hair on my head. I didn't know if he did it out of any wrong intentions or if he did it to humiliate me in any way. Because I felt like I was losing it.
I was freshly out of the shower and at that moment, I was quietly sobbing, holding onto the dress I was supposed to be wearing for the night. But I didn't want to anymore.
Enzo stepped out of the shower, a towel wrapped around his hips, barely hanging. And it felt like if he wasn't holding onto the knot, then the towel would have ended up falling on the ground. I quickly wiped my tears off. I didn't want him to see me in such a pathetic state.
Or maybe, I was just planning to give him some lame excuse about my health and me not feeling really well, to cancel our plans. But then, I knew I would have to carry the burden on my shoulders for the rest of my life because he had put so much effort into just making me happy.
It was all crappy and I had no idea what I could do. And it was actually disturbing me even more and I could no longer hold my tears at bay. I was sick and emotional. And it wasn't even my fault.
I tried to control but a sob, loud enough for him to hear, broke free from my lips. “Ariana! Are you crying?” He asked, and I could hear the concern in his voice for me. He was standing in front of me. He pinched my chin lightly and guided my gaze toward his so he could see my face better.
“Why are you crying? Did something happen? Are you in any kind of pain? Did I do something wrong to make you cry like this?” He sounded nervous but he still wiped my tears as soon as he looked at my tears.
“You planned a fancy date night for us, a freaking fairytale royal date night. And you bought me this beautiful dress and all. Except, I am not feeling beautiful. I would want long hair if I want to wear something this beautiful.” I exploded on him, not caring how I was literally screaming at him.
He was calm, despite the fact that I was screaming at him while crying. And then I threw the dress on him. He sighed. Then suddenly, he wrapped one of his arms around my waist and pulled me closer to his tall figure. I had to place my palms on his chest to make him stop tightening his hold around me. Looking into his dreamy eyes, I suddenly forgot why I was even crying, or going all crazy on him. I even forgot to breathe for a moment.
His skin was glistening with the fresh water that was still on his body. “And who the fuck told you that you are ugly?” He asked me after a long pause. I frowned at first, when I heard his question. I was still in a dreamy shock, trying to get over the hotness.
Then I was suddenly angry. Gritting my teeth, I turned him around so he could also look in the same mirror. “That mirror is telling me that I am ugly.” I growled at him. I picked up the dress and held it against my body to show him what I was talking about.
Standing behind me, he placed his hands on my hips. I whimpered when he suddenly kissed my neck without a warning. “That mirror is telling you that you are ugly?” He asked me in a low and gentle voice. It was not what I had expected from him. I was expecting him to go crazy.
“Yeah!” I whispered, looking at my reflection. He stepped away from me. Frowning, I turned around, only to find him grabbing his coffee cup.
“Enzo! Wait! It's not our…” but before I could complete it, he had already thrown the cup at the mirror and it shattered into a million pieces. I covered my mouth with both of my hands, trying to process what just happened.
Then he turned me around and pinned me against the wall. “Didn't I tell you in the morning, along with three rounds of sex that how beautiful you actually are and how much you freaking make me go crazy? And instead of listening to me, a living and breathing man, who is actually, also your husband, you go listening to a freaking mirror.” I gulped hard when he started scolding me.
I was looking at him. His anger subsided almost as quickly as he got angry. He cupped my face with both of his hands, forcing me to look him in the eye. “You make me go crazy, Ariana. You! No one else. Sick or bald or whatever. You are beautiful to me. You're still my hot wife.” My cheeks burned at his confession and I was trying so hard not to smile.
“It's impossible for a man to be horny all the time. I am horny all the time. All I have to do is look at you. You don't even have to be naked. That's how you make me go crazy. Do you still think you are ugly?” He was still scolding me, but in a low voice. Low and deep. Kinda sounded like he was using his deep seductive voice on me.
I licked my lips and shook my head. “Good!” He added as he stepped away from me. I watched him going through the bag that had all the accessories he bought me with the dress. I watched him curiously for a while. Then I couldn't take it anymore. I was about to ask him what he was doing when I saw him pulling out a wig from the bag. A blonde wig.
“I bought this as well. Because I knew you wouldn't believe me when I said that you are beautiful, with or without your hair. All you have to do is look through the things.” He added in a low tone. Then he handed me the wig and walked out of the room. He took his clothes with him before he left. I felt horrible for screaming at him without checking everything. But thankfully, I knew I could make it up to him.
He was scrolling through his phone when I stepped out of the room. He heard my heels clicking to the ground and tore his gaze away from the phone screen. I was nervous. And when he looked at me, his phone and jaw, both dropped on his lap.
He looked at me like he hadn't seen anything more beautiful before in his life. His phone ended up in his pocket so quickly. Then he walked toward me. I watched him taking deep breaths to calm himself down. He cupped my face with both of his hands and gently pecked my lips.
“You look so stunning! I can't even breathe.” He whispered against my lips. It felt like he was going to go for it. Like he was actually going to take me back to the bedroom and have his ways with me. But instead, he stepped away from me.
“I need to take you to the dinner and the stargazing I had planned afterwards. I promised myself that I will not have a taste of you until I have given you a proper date. And if I didn't step away now, I would probably take you to the bed instead of the restaurant.” I giggled at his nervous but most accurate confession.
He held his hand before my eyes. “Shall we?” He asked. I placed my hand on top of his but I didn't say anything. He pulled me out of the Airbnb. After a not so long ride, he pulled in front of a restaurant. It wasn't the same as before. And I was glad about it.
Still, it was a big fancy restaurant and I was dressed like royalty as well. It made me nervous, but he made me more nervous. “Relax! Just be yourself. You are a natural. You fit in everywhere.” Benjamin might have noticed my nervousness.
I just nodded my head. The waiter took out orders and walked away. We started talking. Just a random chat. He asked me about my bakery and my life in the village. And I was telling him everything.
The waiter approached Enzo to taste the wine. While he was at it, I started looking around. From the corner of my eyes, I saw something that made me very nervous. I saw a few people, scattered around the restaurant. And they were looking at us.
For a moment, I was nervous. But then I brushed it all off. Enzo had promised me a night without the care in the world. And I knew, I was supposed to just have faith in him. “So! Do you like this place? I figured that you wouldn't want to go back to that restaurant we tried before.” Enzo initiated the conversation again.
“Yeah! I am glad you didn't pick the same restaurant as before. It would have been boring.” I replied in a low tone. Soon, the waiter came back with two glasses and a bottle of natural soda. I frowned looking at it.
“We are not having wine?” I asked, knowing Enzo well. He was an alcoholic junkie. He couldn't go through a dinner without alcohol.
He didn't say anything. He just forwarded the glass toward me, as if he was asking me to sip. Rolling my eyes at him, I took a sip. The flavors burst into my mouth and suddenly, I felt so active.
“It's pure raspberry soda, naturally made, no preservatives, nothing that can harm you. I brought you here so you can actually stop whining about your disease and start living your life again. I am not gonna let you have anything that's bad for you in any way.” I didn't know why, but my cheeks burned and I just quietly nodded my head.
Once the waiter left us alone with two bottles of soda, two big bottles of soda, Enzo looked at me. His eyes were constantly going toward my cleavage and I had noticed him readjusting himself on his seat a few times.
“You know, you are annoying. Especially because you can't stop looking at my cleavage. And you promised me in the car that you wouldn't be drooling all over my boobs the rest of the night.” I tried to argue with him. But I already knew that it was a bad idea. My husband had the dirtiest mind in the world.
“Can't help myself, sweetheart. And you should be proud that your babies are making me hard constantly. The problem would be if either I am not looking or I am looking but not getting an erection.” He replied with a wink.
Then I watched him shiver. “I need to take care of this. Excuse me.” He growled in annoyance. I couldn't stop laughing as I watched him rushing toward the men's room, to jerk off. It didn't anger me but my tummy started hurting with all that laughter.