Chapter 29
1009words
"But you don't know me enough" I said sitting on the bed.
Things were starting to spin.
"Samah you have spent here almost two years living here
I know you enough to ask you to marry me" he said approaching me once again.
He felt forced to marry me.
I didn't want to force him.
He was to do it on his own or even ask someone else because he didn't love me.
He couldn't love me
"No no actually you don't know me at all you can't marry me if this is about what I said on the gala forget it.
You don't have to be with me if you don't want just call it ends and we finish over here" I said tears running down my eyes.
Was I really calling it ends.
Yes.
There was more prettier girls out there waiting for him.
"What are you talking about samah is this about what Lesley and Greg were planning.
Is this why you feel like you are forcing me to marry you?" He asked backing away from me leaning on the white painted wall.
He knew.
He knew what they wanted to do.
"You.. you know bu... but how" I asked trying to remember the day I told him that.
I couldn't remember
was I losing my mind.
"No you didn't tell me samah my mom told me long time ago."
Then why did you keep me here then.
"When we went at the gala she was there and she heard what they said apparently she was in that room when they talked it off.
The two idiots didn't happen to check if there was anyone inside the room and my mom saw you litsening.
She kept an eye on me and you she wanted to see what you would do and when she saw you taking me up she actually followed you there but when she saw you taking me in a room she left because she knew that in a room I was safe.
she almost killed me when I said that I half raped you." He said running a hand on his face.
Was he about to cry
" I am sorry for that.
I am really sorry if I knew that you were trying to save three people at once I wouldn't have done such a thing.
Gosh I feel like such an asshole." He said running a hand on his face again this time prolonging in his hair.
Yes you are.
"My mom said that she knew very well that you wouldn't tell me anything so she told me on her own." He said coming to sit besides me.
If he knew that why did he make me stay.
Why didn't he get angry that I spoilt his life.
Why did he become nice to me then.
Why did he stick to girlfriend and wife and other small sweet names he called me.
"Why don't you hate me then?" I asked feeling more tears.
"Because I can't.
Why would I hate someone who saved my life.
How could I hate someone who I was inlove with before she even forced me to marry her." He asked giving me his usual Killa smile.
He was what!?
"When you told me that I felt as if a part of me was ripped apart.
I couldn't believe that you would do such a thing.
I hated you at the point that all I wanted was to see you dead."
Ouch
"I got so enraged to the point that my mother threatened to throw me on a moving train." He said releasing a little laugh.
"I talked to her and when I told her what I did to you she pulled my ear so hard that I felt like if was coming off" he said chucking.
"That was when she told me that you saved my life and instead of making your life a living hell I should be thanking you" he said embracing me.
"You are such a beautiful pretty kind hearted woman samah.
You risked your life to save theirs.
How can I not love you" he said looking at me with his honey eyes.
He had told me the words before but I didn't say them back because I felt like I forced them out of him.
"So samah will you marry me?" He asked smiling while wiping away my tears with his thumbs.
How could I say no to him.
How could I say no to the man the I fell in love before I even realised it.
"Yes.
Yes I will" I breathed out hugging him with so much force the I sent our bodies crushing on the bed.
I laughed at how we went down and saw him looking at me his eyes darkening.
"You know you probably have nothing under that t-shirt that you are wearing" he said his eyes turning a little dark honey.
I shrugged off my shoulders walking to the white vases that were begging me to check them out.
I walked to the black shiny drawer that the vases were on and raised my hand.
Before I could touch them I saw a small black box.
What was it and why was it so small.
"What is this?" I asked shaking it a little to feel what was inside.
Why was it so little and weighted nothing.
"Why don't you open and see for your self" he said sprawling himself on the nicely made bed causing the covers to go wild.
Calvin Klein.
I slowly opened the small black box and gasped at what I saw inside.
I slowly lifted the fancy three stone ring out of the box as I felt a tear escape my eye.
Beautiful
That was the word that could describe the ring.
"So will you let me put that ring on you or are you still admiring it" he asked taking away the ring from my hold slowly sliding on my left ring finger.
