Arranged Marriage With The Billionaire

Denise POV

He was everything I ever needed, his touch, his kisses, his affection and his soothing voice.

I wrapped my arms around him as we kissed wildly under the moonlight, my face flushing red as he twirled my tongue to his taste.

The cool breeze brushed against us mildly, witnessing our passionate kiss.

When he terminated the kiss, he leaned his head closer as we exchanged breaths.

His arms around my waist as my body pinned closer to him, I absorbed the feel of him.

His eyes, intensively gaze at me as he swallows hard. I felt warmth coursing through me.

"I don't want to let go" he mutters, locking his fingers with mine.

I let out a sided smile and whispered.

"I'll be back, it's the only to introduce you to the family first."

He wore a doleful face and sucked his breath. Uncertainty was etched on his face. My family was his biggest fear.

"Do you think they'd like me?"

I placed a finger on his lips to shush him. We've got to be positive. I know the basis of my financial status. He doesn't match, but my family would want my happiness.

I just had to convince them to make them realize that he wasn't a gold digger, and we were inseparable.

Recently, my parents invited me to a feast and I can't go with Ivan yet, but I need to stop that opportunity.

I stepped a bit from Ivan as he held my hand firmly, not wanting me to move. He was tensed, his eyes didn't hide how nervous he was.

The chauffeur opposite us honked at us, possibly fed up by the romantic gesture we shared.

A reminder that time wasn't on our side.

"I'll be back, I promise, and we'll get married" I whispered, waving my fingers at his face.

I had to encourage him, to give hope that I'd be back in his arms.

His engagement ring was stuck on my index finger and he chuckled. His handsome face brightens.

"Yes my love, and we'll live happily ever after" he assured, letting go of my hand as I paced majestically towards the car.

We waved each other goodbye... perhaps if I had never left, there would have been an 'us'.

Here I am, at the family dinner, my hands trembling with remembrance of leaving Ivan behind.

We were in the garden, the beautiful roses cascading onto the wall created around us, the evening breeze crossed my skin.

The sweet floral scent could only make me think of Ivan. The rest of the family had yet to attend the dinner and the table had me and my parents.

The table was served with different delicacies which were savoring and tempting, but I lost my appetite.

All I thought about was how to give a proper speech about the man who stole my heart.

I couldn't even roll out a word as it felt as though I was at a crossroad having no decision to make.

It seems as though my appearance triggered a sense of anxiety. 

They welcomed me warmly at first. I thought all was okay, but not until dinner was served that they decided to break the news to me.

"You're getting married Denise!" Mom exclaimed, her excitement overwhelming and I lowered my eyes to the ring on me.

Wow, they found out already. My face flushed red as I was a bit shy. I haven't even introduced Ivan yet.