Time: 9:40pm
Location: Texas, Connor's mansion, living room
Connor Hughes
"So? Are you two married for real now?" Khan's voice sounded over the phone, and I nodded my head, smiling subconsciously. It feels so good now that I know she's officially mine and nobody else's. She won't be hanging out with some other random guy anymore, and I couldn't be less happy.
"Yes, we are," my heart danced with joy as I replied to him, but his question became clearer, so I had to make things clear to him.
"Wait! We've always been married, dude!" I protested, but he scoffed.
"We both know that you two weren't supposed to be married, and that shit is not relevant. You should get married to her for real. Remember Carl's name is still in the register at the villa," Khan reminded me, and the realization finally dawned on me.
"Oh, shit! How come I never thought of this?" I mumbled as I reclined on the chair.
"That's because you've been thinking about nonsense. Anyway, I got to go. I need to take care of something here," He uttered, and just then I recalled that my sister was still living with him.
"I warned you about my sister, so don't do something stupid," I reminded him and he didn't even wait for another second before he hissed to my hearing and ended the call.
"Is he kidding me? Why would he hang up on me?" I scoffed, looking at the screen of my phone.
"Ugh! That annoying bastard," I muttered and tossed the phone on the couch where I was seated.
"Should we get married for real?" I mumbled as I thought of what he just said to me.
"Maybe we should," I replied to myself then stood up and headed to the staircase, leaving for our room afterward. We had to move into the same room after the confession, but we've not had sex, anyway. Not yet.
She wasn't inside the room when I walked inside, so I sat on the bed and waited for her since she was inside the bathroom. She probably might be getting ready for bed.
Seconds slowly ticked into minutes and it was just three minutes to 10pm before she stepped into the room, wearing a white robe. My heart skipped a beat as I took a few seconds to check her out.
"You're here?" Her sweet and sexy voice sounded like a melo to my ears.
"Hmm. I'm here," I stood up from the bed and walked up to her, pulling her gently close and wrapping my arms around her waist.
"Come on... My body is wet," She chuckled softly, and I shrugged.
"I know. I just want to hug you. That's all," I winked at her and pulled her into my arms, hugging her tightly like my life depended on it. I had no idea how I fell so madly in love with her, but I didn't want anything more than to be with her for the rest of my life.
"You are making me flush," She whispered as she patted my back, and I smiled. Who would've ever thought that I would ever fall in love with the same lady who duped me months ago? It's crazy. Everything is crazy. How we met, how we've been living for these past few months, how we fell in love, how we kept denying the truth. Everything is crazy, and I realize now that this is the kind of crazy thing I want in my life.
"Are you not going to let go?" She whispered, but I hugged her even more.
"Let's stay like this until your hair dries," I uttered, and she scoffed.
"Are you kidding me? My legs are going to become stiffened," She chuckled again, and I could swear that she rolled her eyes even though I didn't see her face.
"Then should I carry you in my arms until it dries then?" I asked her huskily, and she scoffed.
"Just help me dry my hair instead. That will make it fast, and after that, you could hug me all you want," She uttered, and I pulled away from her.
"That's fair enough," I winked at her, and she shook her head.
"Come here," I pulled out the dressing chair and helped her sit on it, grabbing the hand drier afterward, but I realized that I've never done this before. I could be anything romantic, but drying hair? That's one thing I've never done all my life. I don't know how to use it.
"What's wrong? You don't know how to use it?" She asked, her eyebrows raised as she stared at me through the mirror. I guess she must've seen me struggling with the hand drier.
"Of course, I know how to use it. Who doesn't know how to use a hand drier?" I scoffed nervously.
"It's too obvious. You can just use the towel if you don't know how to use the drier," She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms on her chest.
"You can teach me how to use it, you know?" I demanded, but she smirked at me.
"Not today. I want this done fast," She shook her head, and I finally dropped the drier.
"You are going to teach me next time, you promise?" I asked her, and she nodded.
I reached for the towel and started to dry her hair with it.
"Janice... Uhm... I was thinking of something..." I began, and she raised her eyelids, her eyes piercing at my reflection in the mirror.
"What is it?" She asked, her face laced with curiosity, but I suddenly hesitated, scared of getting rejected. What if she said that she's not going to marry me? What if she just wants us to date, and not get married for real? What if she said that it's too early to ask her to marry me?
"Are you ok?" She asked again, and I quickly nodded.
"Hmm. Never mind. I forgot what I wanted to tell you," I forced a smile at her, and she stared for a few seconds like she didn't believe me, then shrugged and turned her face away.
An awkward silence crept into the atmosphere afterward.
"I was thinking of something too," She began, and my eyes narrowed.
"What's it?" I asked curiously, a part of me wondering if she was thinking the same thing as me, but the other part believed that it couldn't be possible like that. Well, I wouldn't know what she wanted to talk about if I didn't wait for her to say it, yeah?
"I was thinking we should stop calling each other by name. Why still acting so formal to each other when we are together now?" She asked boldly, and I found myself smiling. One thing I love about her is her boldness, confidence, and straightforwardness.
"I was thinking about that too. So, tell me... What would you like us to call each other? For me, I'll go for Sunshine," I stated, and she chuckled.
"Sunshine? Why Sunshine?" She asked, and I shrugged.
"Because you are my Sunshine," I replied to her, and she blushed.
"Do you like it?" I asked her, and she nodded.
"What about you?" I asked her.
"Papi. I have always loved to call my man that," She covered her face and blushed.
"I love it. It's like saying 'zaddy'. Well, I'm your zaddy, aren't I?" I leaned forward and kissed her shoulder, and she shuddered.
"Stop," She chuckled when I kissed her again.
"Why? Is it turning you on?" I whispered against her ear, biting her earlobe, and she shuddered again.
"Stop it, Connor..."
"You said you would call me Papi. Why the Connor?" I whispered against her ear flirtatiously, and she giggled.
"Stop it, please," She cried out playfully.
"Is it turning you on? Are you sure you want me to stop?" I hushed, trailing kisses down her neck and when I got to the sensitive part, I nibbled on it and she moaned.
"Yeah, that's it. Would you like me to hear more of the sweet moans while being awake all night?" I hushed but before I could continue, she smacked my head so I pulled away from her.
"Hey! That's mean! Why would you hit me?" I whined, pouting my lips.
"I told you I'm in my ovulation. You are going to get me pregnant if we sleep together," She mumbled, and my heart dropped disappointedly.
"You don't want to carry my child?" I asked her disappointedly, and she bit her bottom lip...