OUR THE FUTURE

He peeks at me, then smiles, taking his eyes back to the road. "More than I thought I could ever be in this life. I possess right here with me," he showers my palm with kisses, making me almost jolt up from my seat in savory to his stimulating kisses, "the most precious gift that I could have ever wished for—you, baby! Life was so ugly, but you beautified everything the moment you came in. I wish—I just wish this happened sooner. Our encounter."


Wow!

I hope I am not beaming blue and pink as I bloom at the feeling of being number one. Remember the Super Trouper song by Abba Gold? My! I feel like the lights of love are blazing all over me right now.

Cool, Ellie! You are at it again, acting like a sweet sixteen basking in the euphoric glee of love.


Sigh! But honestly, I am in a haven.

Ahem!


I know he is happy. He strangely adores me more than I ever thought any man would adore me. I am aware of his possessiveness toward me. I know I mean a whole lot to him, the world, and that I have his heart, but me aside. The issue with his family? Is he really happy about his decision? I mean, if we are looking forward to getting married, solidifying things between us and our families ought to be our first step, right?

Dang!

"And are you also happy about your decision regarding your family?" I push my button, hoping he will talk this time around because he evades the topic like a plaque.

The Lamborghini is inoculated with a screaming stillness for a while. He is lost, probably scrutinizing his sentiments towards that whole thing. I had to wring his hand to snap him from his thoughts.

"My parents need to learn to let me live my life the way I want," he says, his eyes still on the road, with no falter in his baritone.

"But they did, Damian," I say, soothing his hand. 'They did let you live your life all these years after you left, and I am sure your progress has made them proud of you. You proved to them that you can make it on your own, and I am certain they are happy with your accomplishments. Don't you think it's high time you forgave them?"

"There are still a lot of unresolved issues between us, Ellie, and until they correct their mistakes, I won't show my face to them."

Jeez! He seemed so angry at his parents. He seems so determined to stay away from them. What about... What about us? We can't settle down with things between him and his parents like this. I am ready to face my father, even this night, just for him. But him, can he toss his fury for his parents aside just for me? For us?

"Not even for our sake, Damian?" He snaps his eyes at me. 'For me, our love, and our future? You are not going to bow to them for anything." My voice is barely a whisper, revealing my fears and worries.

He squeezes my hand as he speaks, "You and I will be happy either way, darling, just like destiny had it written. That I assure you. At this point, I believe we are inseparable."

That sounds incredulously sweet. It doesn't matter whether the entire world is for us or against us. Nothing will separate us. Nothing! But I also know one thing: we need their blessings at some point. We will be happy either way, but with our parents aboard and all the resentments uplifted, we will even be happier.

But looking at him, I guess his hurt goes way beyond what I surmise. I can't hurt him more. Not when we are on the road to our merry. Maybe some other time, I can raise this issue and try to soften his heart toward his parents. "I love you," I mumble, soothing his hand.

"I love you more," he whispers back, pulling me to rest my head on his shoulder while his hand envelopes my shoulders, caressing me gently as he feeds me his warmth. Well, it's like he knows how much I need this. "Do you like it there?" He queries, and I look up at the smirk on his face.

It is obvious he knows I am dying to be here. "It is your fault for being this hot while I am shivering with cold."

"So, are you saying it's only today that you desire to lay there? You and I know that is a white lie!" he says with a confident smirk.

I snuggle closer, draping my hand around him just below the armpits. "Shut up and let me rest. My butt is stinging from sitting for too long, you know? I am having one hell on top of the other," I retort.

"I see. I am sorry. I will give it a sweet massage when we arrive."

Aah! A massage!

"That is if I will let you even touch me," I tease, crawling my hand under his tee and pinching his abs a little. He twitches, and I smirk.

"You can't keep your hands off me already. I bet you will be begging me to touch you the moment we arrive."

Dang!

"Mmh. You are right. Because I'm dying to fuck you even right now, Damian Almeda."

He chuckles really loudly. "Ooh, I know, baby. Just one or two hours, and you can fuck me as much as you want. Be patient, baby! And don't be too naughty on me, please?"

One freaking more hour? Just where is he taking us?

I don't mutter another word. I'm not scared of being alone with him, even if we were to be the only living creatures in this entire city or universe. I love him. I trust him. I know I am safe with him. To wherever he is taking us, I will go. Whatever he has slated for us during this seven-day vacation, I am damn ready for it.

With the warmth of his pheromones, the thrills of the pleasurable moments awaiting us, and the soothing feeling of the rain, I snuggle more tightly to him and close my eyes. I'm in no doubt that the sweet lullaby of his rich pheromones will lure me to sleep in no time.

Oh, I can't wait to start this vacation!