HIS FEARS

He wiggles his head. "No. My records are crystal clean. But what I am afraid of might be much bigger than any crimes." His voice is deeply and worryingly raw, and the look on his face denotes something deep.


Riddles again! I might never be able to understand them. And him too, at times. He is just so evasive when it comes to the tales of his life. I kinda understand why though, but I wish he could open up to me completely.

"Do you truly love me?" I implore.

"With my life. With my body, soul, and mind. With everything I have got, Ellie, I love you." That too came out so deep with clear sincerity, and from the bottom of his heart.


"Then let the past just rot there, Damian. Your past has nothing to do with our love, or with me, nor with our future. This, Damian Almeda, is what matters - what we feel for each other right? What we are right now. Our love." I assure him.

He nods his head and cups my face. "You are a beautiful soul," he shifts in his posture, inching closer. 'I am so happy for whatever that brought us together. When it comes a time and our love is put to test, don't forget that I love you, Ellie. I love you more than anything. I love you, perhaps more than you will ever understand. I am nothing without, and my greatest fear is losing you."


Forget all these worries, but this _ For whatever that brought us together! I think I am falling in love with this slogan of his, but at the same time, I can't help but wonder if there is a hidden meaning behind it. It feels so deep. It feels like there is more to it.

"Okay. And always remember that I love you so much, Damian," I assure him, and I know that he knows just how much he means to me.

We embrace for a kiss.

I don't expect this to be a simple ride. Somebody once said that love is not just enough if you want a happy ending. You need trust, and you need faith. You need boldness!

We all have pasts. I don't infer what precisely his is, but I trust that just like my entanglement with my ghost fiance did not obscure the way of this great love, his past will also not hinder our future. I have faith in this great love that we share. As long as we love each other this way, we will surpass everything. Whether this alley is filled with roses or thorns, we will walk it together, until the beginning of our happy ever after.

I know we have battles ahead. Perhaps, tremendous battles than I can think of right now. He is still at gross with his parents, and such is my case too. I don't know how my father will react when I introduce him to my self-chosen fiance, I honestly don't even know where I will begin since it seems like I don't exist to him anymore, but I will cross that bridge when I get there. I don't know if my chapter with my fucking betrothed will be opened too, but as long as I breathe, I will fight for my love with Damian. I'm never letting him go for anything, and as for that Riccaforte son, my cursed betrothed, he can rot in hell for all I care.

I have a new betrothed. A new fiance whom my heart has chosen. Damian Almeda. My love. My soul. My missing rib and my other half. I am complete.

"You like the ring? I am sorry I didn't have time to look for the best. I only grabbed what I found on my way here." Damian speaks after we pull away from the kiss.

What sort of a lady wouldn't like a gift such as this from her man, huh? Only an insensible bitch who doesn't love nor appreciate the effort and sweet gestures from this other gender. I am not one! And besides, it is diamond!

"I love it," I take a moment to admire how the ornament is shining on my ring again. Then I raise my eyes to him. 'Thank you, my love," I mumble, ogling the glittering diamond ring on my finger. And he apologizes for not getting the best?

Ooh, well, hello! He is a freaking billionaire! A simple one though, and down to earth. But his taste is just top-notch! This may not be his choice or not fitting his pedigree, but it is a ring from him. That reason alone makes it so beautiful.

"You are welcome, baby. I will get the best that you deserve for our real engagement."

Ahem! I look up at him.

Real engagement! So, this is a pre-engagement ring or what?

"Engagement?" I query.

"Yes, but, please don't give me this wrinkled look. Don't worry. It won't be today or tomorrow. I understand that there is a lot we need to do before then."

I thought it was another hurried decision. That would have worried me sick. I nod my head. "Okay. Let's just take things one at a time. But please know that I love this, I appreciate it so much. You really surprised me," I say.

He grins, pinching my chin. "Sure. How about a getaway?" He queries, earning a raised eyebrow from me, the wrinkles still evident on my face.

A getaway? To where? And how, if we have overloads of work back at the office?

"You think we can afford that?" I ask. I don't want to sound defensive. I can't always be bringing negative vibes whenever he wants us to have our alone time which we need, so much, especially with this step he has taken today. We need to spend lots of time together.

"Why not?" He challenges.

Why not? Well, hell because of work!

"Mmh. How?" My curiosity implores.

"Well, let your boss take care of that. Meanwhile, get your sweet ass ready for work while I set the table for breakfast."

He escorts me to the bathroom and locks the door behind me when I get in.

As I wash off his cum from my body, I can't help but giggle, humming a hymn and a wide grin plastered on my face. The ring on my finger is adding to my blissful mood.

Getting out of the shower, I dress up quickly, albeit the grin not fading from my face. He already went through the trouble of making breakfast for us, I shouldn't keep him waiting.

I am a no-makeup babe, so dressing up and tying my hair into a tight bun doesn't take much of my time. I then pull out my blue stilettos that well complement my white knee-length dress and my blue blazer, and put them on. Perfecto!

I stroll downstairs after that, my handbag clutched to my hands, and he meets me just down the last staircase, walking me to the small dining table where the sweet aroma of scrambled eggs and toasted butter bread welcomes me from a distance. My knight in shining armor is just amazing in everything. He is a complete package.

We eat breakfast in a hurry. It is almost noon anyway, and I wouldn't even be this composed if I were in his shoes. I mean, he has a chain of motels to manage, and a high-class gym on top of that. And not to talk about now that he has this surprise getaway to organize.

"Aren't you needed in the office?" I ask as we take the empty dishes to the kitchen.

"A few hours away won't do any harm. You worry too much," he retorts as we saunter from the kitchen. "I' will get it," he adds, and I halt at the doorway while he goes to get my handbag.

A sweet caring gentleman. What more would I ask for under this sun? Nothing. I am happy. I am contented. I am a number in the whole one. With him.

"Shall we?" He offers me his hand, and I cling to it as we stroll out hand in hand like the admirable couple that we are.

How I wish our path will be as smooth as our love. How I just wish, but...