Chapter 62 Honest Feelings (2/2)

When Damien got back from purchasing a ring with just the PHATEST diamond he could find he greeted Minnie, a tad remorsefully, and went to his room where he told Vera to wait.

And what did he see? A certain emerald-haired woman sleeping on his bed in a fetal position with a pair of his underwear over her head and a bunch of dirty clothes scattered all over.

Son of a...he's going to have to start hiding his laundry basket at this rate. First Dolly barges in and steals his ”prime goods” and now Vera's wearing his used underwear on her head while asleep. In fact, he wasn't even sure if the last was the first time for her...or for Dolly, for that matter.

Over the last few years, he noticed that several articles of clothing would mysteriously disappear. He racked it up to just the servants making a mistake here and there. Now he wasn't so sure.

”Hnn~” Vera yawned. She sat up drowsily with outstretched arms. She froze as she saw him. Then, very calmly, he picked up each piece of clothing with lightning speed and hid them under his bed. ”Oh, Young Master. Hello.”

”Please stop sniffing my dirty laundry.”

Vera was just about to deny the accusation with a scathing retort. Then realizing she was still wearing his undies on her head and decided to instead take the shameless route by saying, quite confidently, ”Young Master, I'm merely exercising my right as your fiancee.”

”So you accept it after all.”

”I never said that,” Vera said with obvious disdain. She sat with her feet over the edge of the bed, legs bare.

He smirked and walked towards her. The air about him shifted somehow and made her a little apprehensive as he got closer.

He took a seat next to her. His hand brushed her hair back behind her ear.

”What are you doing?”

”Exercising my right as your fiance.” His mouth wandered along her neck, giving her goosebumps galore.

”Hmph. Do as you please.” And he did. While his lips left a trail of fire along her skin his hands slid slowly up her thigh.

Vera felt her breath hitch.

”Should we just call it off?”

Vera's tone went a bit more unsure. ”It was your one-sided decision anyway, what do I care what you do?”

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”If that's what you want.” This body was so much more receptive than her childish one. And she's sure he knew that. The way his fingers gently stroked her through the new panties she'd had to buy and the moisture that came in response to his play were all the sign he needed. ”Is it?” He asked.

At first she was glad. Glad because her mind was not the 12-year-old child people before all this thought her to be. Because of what Mother had done, she couldn't be considered a young girl. She knew the Young Master was the same, too old for his youthful body despite his antics. Like now with how calmly shameless he was being. Not a child at all.

It's only their bodies that were young, nothing more. So she was happy at finally being treated like a woman, which she always considered herself as.

But then she felt quite cross because she knew what he was trying to do. Worst part? It was working.

”That…”

”What?” He nibbled on her ear with just the right amount of force.

”Such a bastard...devil...who would want to marry you?” She said the words she must've already repeated a hundred times. But unlike those past hundred times he didn't care to kiss her mouth shut.

”I wonder.” His bright amethyst eyes toyed with her. ”Perhaps a certain moss head?

”I would never--” One finger. That's all it took. And it left her stunned. With her head already full of his sweet, savory smell, it nearly broke her. Sparks of electricity shot through her whole body and rendered her helpless. Her legs crossed, trying desperately to suppress the rising tide.

”You what?” She could drown in those eyes. So beautiful, full of dark promise.

”I…” The world faded away. There was no one but them. No need to hide, no need to fear. Whatever judgments anyone had didn't matter. Whatever insecurities she had didn't matter.

She felt like crying. ”Young Master, I love you! I've always...more than anyone, I….!” Her throat turned raw. No, that wasn't right. That wasn't what she needed to say.

”Please love me back.”

”Alright.”

The ring fit perfectly.