Hey guys, I don't know who's going to read this, but I thought I would give it a try. This is my first fanfic ever and I hope you guys like it. I have a story planned out, but I'm happy to take suggestions. Hope you guys enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters except for my OC
I was in the kitchen of Seto's gorgeous mansion. He was still at work, obviously, but I knew it was to keep KaibaCorp running. Mokuba was still at school since he was still in middle school. Life was good, great even. I had just finished putting a cake in the oven for my best friends surprise birthday party later today.
I suddenly felt arms wrap around my waist and the 'mystery' person put their chin on my right shoulder. I smiled knowing who was home.
"Hey, what are you cooking?" Seto whispered in my ear with his husky voice. Man, he knows that tone makes me all hot and bothered.
"The cake for Charish's birthday today," I replied, trying to seem casual about it. It didn't work; Seto could read me as clear as his laptop screen. He keeps that thing clean, bro.
"Do we have to go?" pleaded Seto as his arms tightened around my waist. "We could stay home and you and I could have our own party under the bed sheets?"
"Mmm, as tempting as that sounds, I seriously need to spend time with my friends. They had just gotten use to me dating a billionaire and this is the perfect place for my friends to get to know my boyfriend," I explained while poking his hard chest. Damn, when does he find the time to workout?
"Fine, but remember, everything I do is to make you and Mokuba happy," He responded while burying his face on the side of my neck.
He got like this something. If he thinks that he works too much or doesn't spend enough time with one of us, he will remind himself and us that he still cares. This is one the reasons that I love him. He always wants us to feel wanted and happy. I mean, he does know my past and it's not a very pretty one. I was put on the streets at a young age and had to depend on myself for survival. That's another story though.
"I know, and I love you for it. I am the happiest I've ever been in my entire life with you. Not just because of your wealth, but also because of you, Seto, you full the void in my heart and tell me things even I don't believe. You say I'm beautiful when no one looked at me. You say I'm smart, when I've never attended a school since a couple years ago. You say you love me, when no one ever has," I whispered while turning in his arms to rest my forehead on his forehead and staring into his electric blue pools.
His expression softened when I said the last sentence. He knew everything about me, including my insecurities about love. Before Seto, I've never been loved. I don't remember anything about my family or even what my parents look like. The earliest memory I have was savaging the streets for dinner in old rags and bloody hands. I remember getting beaten by a whip or belt, and even with a bat. I couldn't walk for weeks and just crawled everywhere.
"I love you, Karen. I might not say it often but just know, ever glance I give you or every touch you feel from me, is my way of saying those small three words that mean the most. I. Love. You," He repeated slowly, hoping it would sink into my brain as he started stroking my cheek.
I admit. That was kinda crap, but it will get better. I have the next part already written and I just thought I would put this out to test out the waters. Thanks, and feel free to leave a review as to whether you loved it or absolutely hated it. God, I hope not.
