Chapter 48 Chapter 24 (ii)
FAE
A grin slipped through, and I was widening my thighs as he held himself where I needed him to be. He slowly pushed, and my lips parted as his did while we both savored the uniquely sensuous sensations of first thrusts.
“Oooh… take it off for me, for me, for me, for me now, girl,” sang Bruno.
“Oh, Jigo…” I moaned, my breasts rising to rub against his chest as he continued to repeatedly fill and stretch me. It was such an incredible feeling, and it was all that I knew now.
“Fae… baby…” he groaned in a strangled voice.
“Yes…! God… oh, Jigo…”
“Marry me. Marry me, baby.”
“Yes… oh no… Jigo!” My open palms slapped against his chest. I opened my eyes and met his penetrating ones.
“Marry me…” he repeated. He had stopped all movement, his body and head suspended over mine. And we were arrested by that connection in our eyes.
“Why?” I blurted out. “Jigo, why?”
“Because I love you,” he replied.
I gulped. Oh, Jesus-fucking-Christ. It was the answer I wanted. And it was the answer I got.
And he knew it. He knew he got me cornered.
“Yes.”
“Yes?”
“Yes.”
He looked at me for a little bit longer. “You’ll tell me why when you’re ready?” he asked.
I nodded.
He took a deep, shuddering breath… and then he smiled that slow, widening, sexy smile that was uniquely his and mine, because I knew I was the only one who’d seen it as often as I had. “I said I love you.”
I nodded again, my eyes smarting. “I know.”
He lowered his head to kiss me tenderly on my forehead. When he raised his head again, he withdrew only to thrust into me again. A whimper broke from my lips. A shudder went through him again. His movements deliberately went faster. Our eyes never left each other.
I was watching his face as he watched me when I felt the first tremors of an awaited orgasm. He saw it. He felt it. And his hips went faster still. I knew we were going to cum together.
“Jigo… oh god, I’m cumming…!” I told him still.
“Hold on for me, baby!” he said roughly.
A few more thrusts and we were shuddering terribly against each other, our arms around each other’s bodies, our thighs and legs entangled, the kiss that brought our lips together anchoring us right there where we’d just made love to a tomorrow that we promised solely would only be for us both…
Three weeks later, Jigo and I got married in an extremely private civil ceremony in a judge’s living room, so private that our witnesses were only his Executive Assistant Maria and a British friend who had flown in from the UK. Besides those in the room, the only other person who knew about the arrangement was the solicitor.
I still felt dazed, aware of the events but waiting breathlessly for the whiplash from the speed of it all. It wasn’t like nothing happened after that night he proposed to me last because I accepted. He was suddenly an expert on courtship, flowers everyday when I wake up, candies and chocolates all over my unit including cotton candies (he said he’d seen me ask my dad for it more than a few times when we were kids), balloons and small cakes with a romantic message every time. Oh, stuffed teddy bears holding boxes of jewelries. He had already given me a pretty necklace, a white gold bracelet of delicate little flower design, a set of thin rings he saw me admire on the hands of an actress on the next K-Drama we watched, but he’d made me wait for my engagement ring. I was used to receiving such gifts from my daddy and proxy uncles. Carl gave me a few pretty pieces of jewelry before, on my birthdays. Even Grandma Leah gave me a very expensive watch when I was just twelve. Those weren’t such big deals since Jigo was wealthy. But he cooked for me almost every other night. We didn’t make love every night, but he was a clingy bastard and loved morning cuddles. He was on the phone literally almost every hour when he was in the office. For some reason, our secret relationship remained secret. After we’d obtained the marriage license. And we got tied.
He was okay with the idea to keep the marriage a secret for as long as we needed. What mattered was we were married. I could imagine the gossip that our dating so soon after Carl’s wedding would spark up once it was known. But imagine what a whisper of marriage would do? They would all think it was a marriage-rebound and I couldn’t have that. I couldn’t let them think that of Jigo, even though it started that way. I had no illusions that we could keep the secret for long. Anyone we knew would eventually spot us together when we went out, which had become more frequent as the days went by. When that happened, they didn’t have to know we’d tied the knot like crazy people, too. Considering we married each other in one of the two countries in the world where there was no divorce, that’s about fifty-fifty. He was wealthy and powerful, so an easy annulment was possible in the future—I was a lawyer so I automatically thought about it like that. There was no guarantee we could make the marriage work long-term so we should have a plan about that, too. Though my heart was vehemently against it.
So I was thinking it would be easy.
I should have waited until Jigo heard about the idea.