Chapter Fourteen:
"Erik. You didn't have to make all this fuss over me." Michelle told him as he showed her to the dining area. He had a feast ready for her to eat including fresh croissants with butter and honey, baked chicken, and roasted potatoes.
"But angel, I wish to dote on you. Besides I have a present for you tonight."
"You do? What is it?" Michelle asked as he served her a piece of cut chicken with her potato and croissant.
He laughed softly then sat beside her in a chair. "My angel you are so curious. You must wait for your present." He watched her as she began to eat.
"Mmm. This is so good. Erik you are good at everything you do." She complimented.
"Thank you angel. I appreciate your compliment."
They ate till they were full then Erik led Michelle to the sitting area in front of a dwindling fire. Erik built the fire up quickly then kneeled in front of her. "Michelle, I do not know how to ask you this. You have made my life so much sweeter since you came to the opera house. You gave me something that I never dreamt of receiving. I want to ask you angel, will you marry me?"
Michelle felt tears fall from her cheeks. "Oh Erik, Yes. Of course I will." He took out a small black box and presented it to her. She opened it and revealed a amethyst ring in a simple, but beautiful silver setting. He took it out of the box and placed it on her ring finger. "Oh Erik, this is all I have ever wanted."
He flashed a smile as hestood up and swept her up in his arms. He then took her up the steps to their bedroom. "Imagine angel," He said as he put her in the middle of the bed, "this will be the very bed where we will consummate our marriage." Erik sat beside her, his hand worked its way under her dress and gently caressed the flesh that his fingers contacted. She groaned softly as his hands pushed the material up around her waist. "I will never get tired of this angel. Never."
She smiled as she pulled him over her body. "Neither will I maestro. Now, make love to me."
"Gladly." He whispered passionately.
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"I told you for the last time monsieur, I do not know of what you speak of." Madame Giry said to Armand.
"You do Madame Giry. You're hiding his identity. I must know." He paused. "Do you really want the opera house's prima ballerina to be running around with some deformed freak!"
Madame Giry narrowed her eyes at him. "Monsieur, get out. Stay out of this opera house. If I see you near Michelle again, I will personally have you arrested."
"You're protecting him."
"Yes monsieur! I am protecting him and Michelle because they have found love. He is no monster or freak as you put it. He is a human being who deserves love and Michelle loves him. Now mark my words monsieur, you come back here and you will be arrested promptly. Leave now."
Armand stared angrily at the old woman then turned on his heels and left. How could she let this continue in the opera house? He would have to go to someone else now. The managers were next.
A/N:
Short chapter, but I got a test on Tuesday so I have to study for it. I hope will be able to start on chapter 15 after that. Please review more. Thanks for the reviews.
Your obedient author,
Pyrite