I walked a few feet before I heard hurried steps behind me, and suddenly I found myself upside down, face to face with the middle of Edward's muscular back.
"Put me down you neanderthal!" I yelled, as I tried to kick him in the stomach, only to receive a hard smack to my right ass cheek.
The hit caused me to gasp as my eyes widened in response.
Did he really have the audacity to smack my ass?
Oh, how I wish I had longer legs at this moment to kick him right where the sun don't shine.
"No. I've about had it up to here with your childish behavior. If you want me to treat you like a child then so be it …" I heard him say, as he pushed the door to the room and closed it behind us.
"Touch me again and you are going to owe me dinner and a movie!" I growled at him, as he threw me onto the bed.
He stared down at me, slightly amused before his gaze shifted to my exposed bare leg.
His gaze made my body feel warm, as I stared back at him.
I quickly pulled down my dress, and cleared my throat to gain his attention.
"I don't know how you Italians do this whole marriage thing, but I'm pretty sure most people get all the lovey dovey sappy shit, and get to go out on a few dates, you know, fall in love... before they're even proposed to." I told him, leaning back with a sigh.
"You're right." He said, as he sat down. "What do you suppose we do to correct that situation?" He asked, laying next to me.
His question sprang memories of my childhood in my mind.
When I was little my father always told me to wait for the right guy. For marriage, to give up my v card. Until I knew he was the one.
My virginity is a gift that must be treasured and willfully given at the right time. Not before.
I suppose it didn't matter anymore. I could probably fuck him right now, and no one would be the wiser since I was marrying him either way.
I always imagined something intimate with family, and friends closest to us when I finally got married… but I guess that was wishful thinking on my part.
Everything has gone to shit. So, why not forget everything that I was taught and throw caution to the wind?
"Well, I honestly don't really care at the moment... I mean, I'm not much into the whole love mumbo jumbo. Never experienced it before... So, I suppose we could pull a Pamela Anderson and Tommy Lee type of thing…" I muttered, with a nonchalant shrug.
"I'm— I'm not following…" He replied, frowning.
"Oh, you know, get married quickly, and fuck like rabbits in Cancun but, eh. It's up to you. You did say there's danger, so my guess is small private nuptials. I'm not to opposed to having a small wedding. Don't care much for a massive wedding. What I want, no need, is a honeymoon away from here… from all of this." I informed him, amused, as I gestured around this, before sitting up.
Snorting at the disbelief on his face, as he turned to look at me amused, "So, you're telling me you don't care how we get married. You just want to get married." He surmised.
I tapped my nose and winked at him.
He sighed, "Don't you have friends you want to invite? I mean obviously there has to be people you wish to be with you on the day of…" He replied.
"Just two, really." I whispered, thinking fondly of my two friends back home.
He nodded, "How fast do you want this wedding to be done?" He asked, thoughtfully as I moved a piece of stray hair behind my ear.
"As quick and painless as possible." I replied, honestly.
He nodded, thinking for a second. "What do you think about going to Los Cabos, or Las Vegas?" He asked.
I thought for a moment weighing in my options. One, was sunny beach, nothing but drinks and laying in the sun, possibly delicious food. Two, was clubs, alcohol, delicious food, and a nice view at night… hm. Both are tempting.
"Which do you prefer?" I ask, raising a brow at him.
"Well, in all honesty, I'd prefer to stay here. Maybe go in the yacht or something, but Los Cabo, San Lucas is a good place to go. They have a great resort we can rent out, maybe for the week." He suggested.
Fun in the sun.
Heh, that's exactly what I thought I'd find here. Now, I was about to get married to a handsome stranger who was keeping me safe.
Boy, how things have changed. Last week all I was worried about was finals, now I'm worrying about a quick hitch and some sun tan lotion.
Funny, how life can change within a blink of an eye.
I snorted and shook my head before looking down at my feet. Suddenly feeling glum.
I briefly wished for father and mother to be here. Sadly neither would be here to watch me on what was supposed to be the best day of my life, and that thought was painful, so I pushed it away and pretended that that wasn't the cause of my sadness.
Moving to think on different things.
Silence settled between us soon after that.
"You looked sad." He whispered as I stared down at my legs.
"Well, call me silly but maybe I did expect maybe a little romance. Maybe even to feel love for the first time. But I guess I'm just one of those people that gets married for convenience." I replied, dryly.
"It's not—" He began before I gave him a look. "Alright, so it may be of convenience for both of us, but... it doesn't have to be."
"Really? and how do you suppose we fix that?" I asked, hesitantly.
"Give me a chance." He said, sitting up and turning towards me.
"For what?" I asked frowning.
"To show you that it doesn't have to be a marriage of convenience." He replied.
My head tilted to the side, uncomprehending what he was trying to get at.
"I'm— I'm not following you…" I replied, quietly.
He sighed, standing up, and turning away.
Wait. He doesn't mean— Does he?
"You mean,— Do you mean—" I stuttered.
He turned towards me, a look of determination on his face.
"Give me a chance to make you fall in love with me. Give us a chance to try to have a real marriage." He finally suggested, as he eyed me.
My jaw fell to the floor in surprise, as he waited anxiously for my response.
Author's Note:
So, that happened...
Hope y'all liked it!