Chapter 44: If you say yes, you are mine forever!

"Are you finally getting married, Alex?"

Theia Alexis probed in Greek as we watched Clara Bell talking animatedly with Ylona's three years old daughter, Casseia.

Her face glowing as she laughed in abandon while tickling Casseia. Their laughters filling the hall.

My heart cavorted at the sight of her.

And a little girl swam in my vision, with a sun coloured hair as hers, laughing while she found her ticklish spot.

A sense of happiness unfurled then blossomed in my chest.

True happiness, a satisfying sense of feeling.

Everything that I had, that I achieved, it was nowhere close to what I felt right now.

Content.

Yes, it was contentment.

"Alex?" theia cut through my musing.

"Yes, theia."

My head whipped to her with a start, realizing she was asking about marrying. I nodded my head briefly then drifted back my gaze to the group on the spacious entrance hall, or the entertaining room.

We just had our lunch and Clara Bell decided to stay and hang out with the Galanis.

Aunt Alexis' daughter Ylona had become friends with Clara Bell so fast, and now they are all laughing on something theo Thaddeus, theia's only brother had said.

"That's so exciting!" theia exclaimed. "She's perfect for you. She looks like a princess and acted like one," she commented and I chuckled.

"She's a royal," theia," I chuckled.

"She is?"

Theia Alexis was watching her in awe.

"Her mother is the only granddaughter of a grand duke in Pushkin," I explained briefly and theia Alexis only nodded. Still looking astonished.

"I never thought they still existed," she mumbled, turning her eyes to me and I nodded my head.

"Apparently, yes."

Theia's eyes lit up with happiness.

"Royal or not, she's perfect. We are very happy you found the right girl for you," she beamed merrily and I grinned. My heart swelled with pride.

"That's why I'm lingering here to get a private moment with you," I said in Greek.

She quickly dropped the pomegranate she was seeding and gave me all her attention. The winkles underneath her eyes multiplied as she frowned, interest all over her seasoned worn face. Yet her eyes still gleamed with vibrant energy.

"I'd like to take her on a dinner on our family yacht," I said.

Happiness shone on her weary brown eyes and it spread all over her face.

"Of course, I... we all can help you. We will do our best," she nodded her head enthusiastically, her sagged jowls juggled.

I explained it to her how I like it done and where to put the ring.

On her favourite champagne.

Theia's head bobbed up and down whenever she agreed, her mind soaked it all up every details I expressed, and she would throw in some suggestions here and there, then we finally laid out a good plan.

Tonight, I will finally pop the question.

"Thaddeus!" Theia called her brother and signalled him to follow her into the kitchen.

"Can you bring this bowl, I hope Clara Bell likes the pomegranates. It's freshly plucked out of its tree," theia instructed and I nodded my head.

I rose to my full height, and grabbed the porcelain bowl half-filled with pomegranate seeds and left theia at the bar while she collected the fruit's skins and headed towards Clara Bell's and the Galanis, meeting theo Thaddeus halfway.

"She's very special. I'm happy for you, Alex," he commented, patting me on my shoulder.

"Thank you, theo.

He stood as almost as tall as me, then continued his steps to the bar.

The Galanis though they worked with us, they were a family to us. So they talk with us with no formality.

"Anyone wants fresh pomegranate?" I asked, grabbing a handful and popped it in my mouth.

Clara Bell grinned. "I'd like some," she said and scooped some with her hand, and popped one at a time in her mouth.

Soon, Ylona and the other girls came and grabbed some.

"Theo Alex," a sweet angelic voice grabbed my attention. I looked down at Casseia, her pale blue eyes shining innocently as she spoke. "I'd like some, please..." she pleaded in Greek.

Her curly brown hair framed her rounded face like a cherub.

I smiled fondly down at her and squatted so our eyes are on the same level.

"Here you go," I responded in Greek and her innocent smile widened.

"Thank you, theo," she murmured sweetly.

She grabbed a handful with her little chubby hand and I chuckled as she tried to get as much as her little hand can get.

"It's no hurry, the rest is yours," I chuckled and she shyly nodded her head, but still smiling.

"Here," I stood up and walked over the table surrounded with sectional sofas and Casseia bounced, trailing behind me.

"Are you ready to see where we will stay for the rest of this week?" I asked as soon as I stood close to Clara Bell who was watching Casseia with fondness in her eyes.

She briefly tore her eyes away from the group, as Ylona, Athalia, Babette, Atticus' wife, Lucinda and Achelus wife, Helena now sat on the sofa while watching Casseia eating her favorite fruit animatedly. Achelus and Atticus' boys who was close of age, of ten were out playing.

"Yes," she beamed at me and I turned to face all the girls, bidding them goodbyes, then led Clara Bell to the very back of the main house, onto a path that leads to the master house, at the very end of the island, which will be a ten minutes walk or more.

I had toured her before we had lunch, and though I know it was nothing compared to their rest houses, she still looked amazed.

"I like them," she remarked as she descended on the last steps of the wide cobblestones steps onto a rectangular patio.

"They were practically a family to us," I replied leading her to the east of the island and onto the wide walk path that was lined with wild flowers, thickets of bushes and cypress trees.

"I can see why," she smiled. We passed a few more olive trees and apricots.

The sound of the waves lapping the shore was calling to me like a siren. The sweat trickling down my back and forehead as the sun beamed angrily on us.

"It's hot," she commented after, looking up in the sky and she squinted, then dropped her head back downwards. I should like to have a swim," she muttered, her steps hastened.

I agreed.

"How often do you come here?" She randomly asked as we walked side by side.

"I missed the last Christmas here. Work..." I reflected. "We usually come here for Christmas, and spend it with all the Galanis," I added.

She nodded her head. "That's really sweet of your family," she said.

"How far are we?" she asked as she subtly wiped her forehead with the back of her hand, looking ahead of us.

The tall trees now becoming dense as we are approaching closer, we call it our forest. Old and tall trees perched up on a highest point area of the island.

The trees mostly older variety of pines, firs or other coniferous trees that covered the quarter area of the island.

Some of them were already there before dad bought this place and he suggested to plant more and cover the area to look like a forest. Then before I turned 18, dad and mom build the master house where they usually stayed when they come here, while we stayed at the main house.

We probably had walked more than ten minutes now. And her cheeks were now flushed because of the heat, and I felt bad.

I should have waited for Achelus for the golf cart.

We had two here, that mainly used for carrying things to the houses that fit the wide walk path, leading to all the houses.

But then we are close to the master house. Perhaps five minutes more. The island is just over fifty acres.

"Maybe five minutes more," I replied, concerned laced my tone as I stared at her rosy cheeks. "We can take a rest under the trees," I suggested, but then the tall trees was now spread wide, shadowing the path, blocking the sunlight.

Not completely, but most of it as we trailed along the brick walk path, and the breeze a little cooler.

"It's okay. I'm just curious. It felt like we had been walking like forever," she laughed and I chuckled.

"I guess, I'm not a fun company then," I muttered good-naturedly and she halted, snapping her worried eyes to me.

"Oh no! You are not!" she exclaimed and I laughed.

"Your presence is already a distraction," she blurted out, before her eyes widened and then her rosy cheeks turned even darker scarlet and she moaned with embarrassment. Ducking her eyes away from me, causing me to burst into a fit of laughters.

"I didn't know that I have that effect on you," I teased turning to face her and walked backwards.

She shook her head, stifling her laughter.

"Well, if your intention is to embarrass me, Mr. Demakis... you had succeeded."

She rolled her eyes and I laughed, falling in step next to her again.

I teased her some more and soon our laughters echoes throughout the forest and it only stop when we reached he master house.

I led her to the wide front steps and into the large foyer leading into the five-bedroom Master suite house. The rooms are twice bigger as the rooms at the main house.

Master bedroom, 2 private bathrooms, entertainment room and spas room with jacuzzi. It also has a kitchen, not as big as the main, but big enough to serve its purpose equipped with complete amenities.

The main house had hot tubs and family pool, but this master house, mom and dad built for the purpose of privacy. Kind of a getaway cabin.

Reason it was situated farthest east of the island, away from the rest of the buildings and surrounded with tall trees.

Clara Bell's eyes swept the kitchen as we passed the entertaining room which is next to the dining room. Her eyes stayed longer at the circular bar counter that is connected to the long ivory marble island counter that sits in the middle of the kitchen, and as the focal point of the kitchen area.

The main floor has floor to ceiling windows, with the concept of opening up the room and let natural light flowed into the house abundantly, thus reducing lighting loads. Help to conserve energy.

Solar panels also installed in all the structures here in the island, producing more than enough energy to sustain our needs.

"That's is very neat," she commented, darting me a brief glance before turning her eyes back on the kitchen.

I just smiled at her enthusiasm.

She's so humbling. Her excitement though is very contagious, making me want to scoop her up and take her to the master bedroom that consist of massive walk-in closet and ensuite bathroom and a big veranda overlooking the water, and have my way on her delectable body.

And just a thought of it had my blood rushed down to my groin. I shifted, trying to find a comfortable angle, while tearing my eyes off her long, creamy neck when she tilted her head backwards and stared at the high ceiling that was artfully designed by a very well-known interior decorator.

"Wait till you see the living room," I muttered and I winced at my low, rasp tone.

I swallowed hard and willed my eyes to stop drifting at her back.

She turned her head and grinned. Then she rushed towards the very back of the house, which led to the massive living room that faced the water.

It was a big open room that connected to the infinity pool and onto the white sandy shore.

"Oh my! It's breathtaking!" she exclaimed standing a little closer to the pool, under the sun. There are few wooden lounging chairs on the other side of the pool in red hues.

I smiled. Closing our gap, I stood behind her and curled my hand around her small waist, drawing her closer to me. She leaned her head back against my shoulder and the sound of the water rushing towards the shore interwoven with the chirping of the bird fading out of my hearing path, replaced by a loud beating of my heart.

Her sweet all so familiar scent, mixed with her sweat that smelled so feminine, smelled of her filled my senses, and our surroundings disappeared. And all I could see is her.

Her her heartbeat that seemed to synchronize with the rhythm of my heart.

A sense of peace coiled in my chest, happiness and contentment.

"This is paradise," she murmured and I nodded, nuzzling my head against the side of her neck, taking in her scent, filling my lungs and it sent my blood boiling with desire.

She visibly shuddered and I love how soft she is against me, how responsive she is.

I grounded my bulging friend against her bottoms and she sucked in a hard breath.

"Alex," she murmured throatily. That needy sound of her just drove me mad with aching desire.

"Hmmm," was all I could respond as I kissed her bare shoulders and trailed it up to her neck.

Her soft body leaned almost limply against me, and I held her a little tighter before she slip off my hand.

"We need to have shower," she managed to say, rather croak and pulled herself away, causing me to groan but she was right.

My crotch felt tight and uncomfortable.

She turned to face me, her gaze briefly touched my crotch before she close met my desire haze eyes, and close our gap.

That darkened eyes felt like a warm palm caressing my cock, it sent my mind into haywire, sucking all my sanity.

All I could think of was her delectable body sprawled naked under me as I'm atop her, sunk deep into her and savoured the feel of moist walls gripping my cock.

I blinked, shaking off that so tempting vision of her out of my mind and stared down at her like a lost pup.

She smiled mischievously.

Like a vixen.

She brushed, or accidentally touched but ever so lightly her warm palm across my bulging crotch as she gave me cast me a shy but very alluring smile, and my body reacted wildly.

I don't know if she did it on purpose, but I almost exploded.

Pain and pleasure shot through me.

"You're killing me," I murmured, snaking my hands around her waist and pulled her tighter against me, swooping down to catch her lips, her laughters died down in our mouth.

She opened her mouth, inviting me in and my tongue slid in and savoured her hungrily.

Her mouth sweet, like biting into a freshly plucked plump and juicy strawberry, and a big burst of sweetness filled your mouth. With a hint of pomegranate and tomato sauce which we had for lunch. And her. The mixed was like a potion, it intensified that craving, the longing to have her.

Her sigh, soft moans against my mouth kept stoking the desires.

Unbridled, and I need to take her.

I didn't care where are we, all I want and desires is to be inside her... soon.

"I want you," I grunted gutturally pulling my lips briefly, then plunged back in, in an aggressive kiss. Occasionally catching her plump bottom lip that tasted like a strawberry and as red as a cherry, in between my teeth, then sucked it briefly.

One hand dropped to her sexy bottom and gave it a light squeeze, rewarding me a loud moan from her, while the other hand held her in place, pulling her even tighter. Her breast now pressed against my chest.

"Here?" she moaned, as her head lolled back, giving me access to her delicate throat and I hungrily ran my tongue, trailing down to her collarbone.

Salty and sweet, so achingly arousing, my whole body burned with desires, anticipation increasing.

She pulled away and I frowned.

Standing frozen as I watched what was happening, my body still burning with unrestrained desire, ignoring the fact that my cock is painfully rubbing against the fabric that hardly covering it. As if it could hide it my growing discomfort.

"The pool is irresistible," she drawled as she quickly undress, and my frown deepened as my head snapped around, making sure none of our workers are around snooping.

My chest rumbled as she discarded the last piece that covered the most part I love about her.

NO!

She quickly jumped into the pool, laughing. Naked as the day she was born.

Strings of curses left my lips as I quickly undress, and joined her in the pool.

The cold water quickly snuff out the fire of desires that's ravaging me inside.

"You're a vixen!" I laughed as I swam closer but she turned and laughed as she swam away from me.

She stopped at the edge of the pool and I joined her. Caging her with my arms, our warm body touched and that's all that it takes to stoke that fire again.

My whole body burned with desires, as I held her dark gaze. My eyes swept across her beautiful face, the face I would never get tired of staring at.

The face I wanna first see when I woke up in the morning, and the last face I wanna see when I go to bed.

"You're so beautiful," I murmured, pulling her closer to me, holding her so possessively.

She's mine to hold and to love.

She'll be the mother of my children... of course if she say yes.

A little doubt cross my mind and it felt like an arrow had lanced into my gut for a fleeting second.

"And so are you," she murmured, cutting through my unwelcome thoughts.

I smiled and my hands dropped to her buttocks and pulled her up to me. Her legs involuntarily curled around my waist, her warm center rubbing against my belly and I groaned.

Pleasures speared through my body like fire of arrows, burning me with unrestrained desires.

I kissed her and she responded with the same intensity.

Soon the sound of the water kissing the shore was drowned out with our loud moans and groans and the slapping of our body against the water, as we rode through the waves of pleasures.

"Oh, yes! yes!" she moaned loudly.

Her body stiffening as she gets closer and closer, clinging onto me, her nails digging onto my back as I kept pumping into her, feeling myself getting closer and closer to the edge.

"Come with me," I moaned against her lips.

After another fast and hard thrust, she tightened around me and I grunted gutturally as I exploded. Her name left my lips as I joined her climax, pulling her shaking body tighter against me as I kept on thrusting in and out of her, riding through her orgasms.

After our heartbeat turned to normal, I looked into her pleasure filled eyes and she smiled lazily. Pulling her hands back and I swam back, realizing I didn't withdraw.

But then, I quickly squashed the worries away.

She's going to be my wife.

....

"Are you ready?" Alex asked, standing behind me.

He met my eyes through the wide mirror in the master bathroom. He looked rather handsome in his white collared shirt, two buttons undone. His sleeves was rolled up to his elbows, showing his sun-kissed muscled hand. Paired it with fawn coloured trousers that didn't hide his strong, muscled long legs.

I smiled through the mirror, his eyes filled with love and adoration. My heart swelled with happiness.

"We should go," he murmured against my neck before giving it a light nip. He wasn't holding me, but he was so close, the heat of his body seeping through my blue body hugging dress that barely reach my knees.

"You looked gorgeous tonight," he complimented and my body hummed with genuine happiness.

"And so are you," I murmured, turning to face him, my hands snaking around his neck and he groaned.

I frowned.

He didn't make a move, his hands still deep into his pockets.

"We have to go, sweetheart before I'd take you here," he murmured with a strained low tone.

I smiled and nodded.

I love how my nearness affected him so much, as much as he did to me.

"Alright," I drawled enticingly, my palm dropping beguilingly across his chest, and brushed it lightly before I pulled it away, then turned to leave.

A strained grunt left his lips then followed with a low growl causing me to smile as I headed towards the stairs, going to the main floor.

He led me to a... a pier?

I didn't notice that when we were up above.

A super yacht docked at the pier.

No, a luxurious mansion on a water.

It is breathtaking, though our family had one mega yacht, dad's gift to mom on her 50th birthday whom he had built in his own biggest shipyard, but this one just caught my breath.

It is magnificent.

A big, gold letterings labeled on the white body of the yacht near the bow.

Haven

The blue light around the the bottom of the yacht glowed over the deep water in a dazzling blue hues.

"Come," Alex said. A tinge of excitement and pride on his baritone tone.

Stretching his hand out, I placed my hand onto his palm as he assisted me onto the yacht transformer platform, now functioning as steps onto the rear of the yacht, or the stern.

As soon as we got on board, the transformer platform folded back.

"While they prepare our dinner on the top deck, I'd like to tour you around my newest possession," he muttered with pride lacing his deep, rich voice which always turned my insides into a mush.

I was welcomed with a luxurious, stunning interior, that there's nothing to be not desired. From floor to ceiling, spaces flow beautifully with an open concept lay-out and contemporary furnishings.

An elevator provides easy access from main floors to the top or sun decks, but we used the marble stairs with led lighting around the edges.

Each decks is open, and the big space allows the guest to move easily.

Though it is beautiful and definitely luxurious, the theme was very masculine.

Rich brown and white theme, with gray furnitures.

Not a touch of feminine.

A splash of other bright colors would surely brighten the rooms.

But I kept that in mind.

Other than that, it is breathtaking.

The Haven is beautiful inside and outside for sure.

Alex walked me through the yacht, not missing the pride on his tone. Filled with happiness, smiling brightly as he explained his vision on this yacht, his main goal when they were making it.

The time he spent with his interior designer, a well-known artist last year.

The main deck was intimate, designed with uniformity throughout the yacht, hence allowing it's area its own identity.

The next deck though was a little brighter with a touch of pale blue on the walls, with a feel of playfulness. Blue and white cushions placed on the long sectional sofa facing a huge screen, with also a wide, open deck with hot tub.

Definitely a favourite part to hang out, I assumed.

The third deck was known as the master's deck for it was dedicated wholly for the owner, for Alex.

The master bedroom has a 180 degrees views from the humongous bed with an incomparable views of the ocean, and with a terrace. But right now, there was nothing you can see under the dark sky with little stars dusting the dark heavens, providing little light under it.

I like the master bathroom that almost as big as a master bedroom, it was all off white marbles, luxurious all around.

Alex finally lead me to the sun deck and I felt like we stepped into a different realm.

It definitely gives me an Ibiza vibes with all the pink, purplish vibrant led lightings the sprawling sun deck.

It has its own bar (which is located in the middle of the spacious sun deck) that can accommodate twelve guests, a spa, jacuzzi surrounded with pale blue sun pads, with four lounging chairs to watch the sun rise of star gazing.

Walking further at the very back of the sundeck, a curved cream leathered sofa flanking a what it looks like a dance floor, and in the middle was a small circular water fountain with a dancing couples statues, illuminated with colourful dancing lights.

Just then the lights dimmed to almost dark, my hand flew to Alex's arm, until my eyes adjusted to the dim surroundings. A few crews suddenly appeared, scurried here and there. One lady crew lighting the candles and now I just only notice, a table set near the rectangular jacuzzi.

With the three tall candles illuminating the table, foods arrived with a covered plate. Two cushioned chairs across the oval table, big enough to accommodate six people.

The aromatic smell of the food wafted the air, and my belly reacted. It growled softly, my mouth watering. I smelled garlic which really turned my appetite to full on.

I love sautéed garlic.

My eyes drifted to the table as the staff placed the plate on either side of the oval table.

The setting was so romantic.

The three candles provided enough light, flickering, providing a romantic glow. I hope the calm wind won't start getting crazy and snuff out the candle lights.

The fresh red roses sitting on a slim red vase was set in the middle on top of a white centrepiece which was flanked with the candles, a bottle of wine and glasses.

I snapped my eyes to Alex and he looked nervous.

I smiled. I've never seen him looking out of sort. Always the confident, not a thing could intimidate him.

But tonight, he looked rather nervous.

"This is so romantic," I smiled at him, curling my hand around his waist and he looked at me, right into my soul.

"Is it all your idea?" I asked teasingly, and for the second time since I caught him sniffing... well you know... tonight, he looked as closely red as the roses.

"Let's sit," he said, nudging me towards one of the chairs.

I pulled my hand and dropped it to my sides as I neared the table. Two crews was standing not far away, waiting for us to sit down.

Alex gentlemanly pulled the chair and only move to the other chair once I'm seated.

As soon as he settled on the chair across me, and to be honest, I wished he sat close to me, cause that damn roses is a little too high, though I could see most of him, but still it's an obstruction of my views of him.

He looked rather adorable tonight.

The two crews parted, serving one to Alex and the other to me.

It feels like they were robots, moving in synchrony.

They lifted the gold coloured dome covering the food and my eyes drifted to the mouth watering cheesy stuffed lobster tails and loaded mashed potatoes on the side.

Fresh baked bread and salads served on the table.

After my server who was named Christian filled my glass with champagne, he disappeared into the shadows.

The size of the couple lobsters looked intimidating, and not sure if I can finish them, but then I might.

It looked very appetizing.

The first bite I moaned softly as the rich satisfying well seasoned meat burst into my mouth. A taste of cheese, butter, garlic and exotic seasonings mixed with the natural sweet taste of the lobster, it was heaven.

I caught Alex staring at me as. I know he was having a steak, and I noted that he likes steak.

Not really surprising as most men likes steaks.

They probably prefer a well seasoned steak than a naked woman.

"I hope you like it," he said as he made a sip of his wine.

"It's heaven," I grinned.

The soft breeze was starting to get cold as the time ticks, but the wine and with Alex smouldering stares, it warmed me up.

Soon we were immersed on chatting about things that isn't really interesting but conversing with him and occasionally debating with his beliefs was nothing but sort captivating.

We forget everything around us.

It's just us.

"It still surprised me..." I paused, taking the sweating champagne glass and take a sip while my eyes never leaving his.

Alex's eyebrow cocked up waiting for me to finish it.

I leaned comfortably against the back of the chair.

"You were very romantic." I finished.

Alex took a bite of his meat, though his eyes never left mine.

"I was surprised too," he replied, chuckling momentarily.

My heart cavorted, dancing in happiness.

"You brought it out," he added on, then he sipped on his wine.

"Did I ?" I teased, settling down the almost empty glass next to my plate and resumed eating.

I'm halfway done of my second tail lobster.

Alex finished his steak and he set down his utensils, pulling the red table napkin from his lap, folded it then dabbed his mouth with the inside of the corner of the napkin then place it on the table next to his half-filled glass.

Masculinity oozing as he moved, there isn't any trace of gentleness.

Very manly.

A teasing smile dancing on the corner of his lips. "You know, you do."

"It's still shocking," I chuckled.

I finished my lobsters and the mashed potatoes, and I felt like my belly gonna burst.

I'm so full, but I knew guilt will chase me if I won't finish the whole meal.

I always think of those kids who barely eat a day.

Alex laughed and I was smiling, watching his face brightened up. Those hard features of his face that was always an advantage to him, to get these people around him do his bidding without word, softened up.

When his laughters sobered up, he stood up. A crew then appeared from the shadow, coming from the bar, and Alex said something to him and he nodded.

Then he moved his chair next to me and my body instantly reacted to his nearness.

Not so close enough that our body would touch, but as always, whenever he's around, my whole system instantly perked up, aware of him. The heat emanating from him, of his presence.

I downed the rest of my third glass of champagne or more. Not sure as I was too busy devouring my lobster... and Alex with my eyes.

"Remember you asked me about a a secret of mine that no souls knows about it?" he asked out of the blue.

My whole being, though with him, I'm always excited, but it added another level of enthusiasm.

"Yes!" I exclaimed exuberantly.

Alex lifted his hand, his eyes holding mine. The staff whom he talked a moment ago appeared with a...

A guitar?

I frowned, curious.

Is he going to serenade me?

My heart thumped so loud in excitement, gushing giddily inwardly.

Alex smiled but his smile was mixed with nervousness.

"I'm gonna serenade you, sweetheart."

He winked and I was staring at him, awestruck as he settled comfortably, the striped red and black cordless guitar sat on his right leg, right arm holding it close.

He started playing the instrument, his fingers strummed the strings with such familiarity, and a sound I am not familiar with, but I am sure is a country music, causing me to feel relaxed.

My eyes glued to him, he was soon immersed with the instrument, it became a part of him.

Like a couple becoming one.

The sound was strangely relaxing.

🎶Baby, lock the door and turn the lights down low

My jaw almost hit the floor as soon as his low, deep and full voice rang through the sound of the waters lapping against the hull of the yacht.

It was rich, cold and so deep, it feels like silk caressing my soul.

Gooseflesh erupted all over my skin as I listened and lost into his rich and husky voice.

A shade of pink dusted his cheeks as he stifled his smile, an embarrassed smile.

And put some music on that's soft and slow 🎵

Baby, we ain't got no place to go

I hope you understand.

I know he has a baritone voice, but listening him singing, it felt like a cold ice cream that when it touch your warm skin, it melted onto your skin and leaves you warm, cozy and some queasy and... tightening sensations.

Yes, his voice is turning me on.

It's beautiful, and I think by the time he's done, I am pregnant.

🎶 I've been thinking 'bout this all day long

Never felt a feeling quite this strong

I can't believe how much it turns me on

Just to be your man...

God, I will never be able to find love if this man will leave me. He's everything a woman want.

🎵There's no hurry, don't you worry

We can take our time

Come a little closer, let's go over

What I had in mind

Baby, lock the door and turn the lights down low

And put some music on that's soft and slow

Baby, we ain't got no place to go

I hope you understand

I've been thinking 'bout this all day long

Never felt a feeling quite this strong

I can't believe how much it turns me on

Just to be your man

My stomach tightening every time the last part of the chorus left his lips. The hungry way of his eyes roving my face. His so deep, rich and full bold voice is like doing love making with me.

Ain't nobody 🎵ever love nobody

🎶The way that I love you

I felt the tears starting to pool under my eyelids. I blinked them away.

🎶We're alone now

You don't know how long I've wanted to

Lock the door and turn the lights down low

And put some music on that's soft and slow

Baby, we ain't got no place to go

I hope you understand

I've been thinking 'bout this all day long

Never felt a feeling that was quite this strong

I can't believe how much it turns me on

Just to be your man

I can't believe how much it turns me on

Just to be your man...

By the time he was done, I am in a state of maddening arousal and deeply in love and will never be recovered if he decided he is done with me.

And I found out that Alex loves country music and he can sing.

I felt so thirsty, my face so hot, and my insides is in mush.

With that song, though arousing, I felt his deep devotion to me, his love.

Alex smiled, mixed emotion fleeting across his face as he handed the guitar to his staff.

He scooted closer his chair, so our knees touching, and boy, I'm so thirsty.

Alex held my gaze, his eyes filled with so much adoration.

My heart drummed so loud as anticipation increasing.

I'm not sure what I am anticipating.

"You can sing?" I asked dumbfounded.

He chuckled sheepishly. A lot of strange emotions that he's showing tonight. It's kind of refreshing.

"Yes, and this is the first time I sang with an audience." He rub the back of his head as he smiled shyle.

"You have a very beautiful voice. Low and deep, and that's hard to pull off, but you did well. You were amazing," I murmured softly, staring deep into his green eyes.

"I only sing in my room or in the shower," he revealed.

"Why are you hiding it?" I asked.

"Well..." he paused thoughtfully. "I guess I'm embarrass..." he trailed off. "And it's a country music. Not much really listens to it," he shrugged his shoulders.

"I love it," I murmured.

"Thank you."

Moments later, one of the staff appeared with a bottle of a long neck champagne.

Alex took it, and my hand instinctively grabbed my glass.

"Clara Bell," he said causing me to stare at him.

He swallowed before continuing.

"I know that everything seems very fast, but I know in my heart and very much sure that I wanted nothing but spend the day with you..."

I swallowed hard.

Is he proposing?

My heartbeat speed up.

My throat felt suddenly dry, my heart feeling like it's going to burst with greater anticipation.

"You brought me true happiness. I've never felt it even all the things I've achieved and accomplished in life. With you, I felt truly happy and content."

"I want to wake up in the morning with your lovely face I see first, and the last when I go to bed."

His green eyes turning glossy as he spoke those words.

And instinctively, I felt that moist pooling under my eyelids.

Mixed emotions overwhelming me.

Alex grabbed my hand that was holding the stem of the champagne glass and my eyes drifted to the glass, and then onto the champagne while Alex poured gingerly onto my glass.

The flicking light of the candle hit something and it glittered, causing my eyes to find that thing.

Sitting around the slender neck bottle was a diamond ring.

A big blue diamond stone with a split encrusted cut diamonds on the band like a baquette of bread.

It's gorgeous.

"Will you grant that wish, sweetheart?" Alex's voice was strangled and my mouth still agape as I stared at the beautiful ring.

He knew I saw it. He knew I was staring at it, tongue-tied.

I felt overwhelmingly happy.

"Will you marry me?" Alex asked and pulled the ring out of the neck of the bottle then placed the bottle on the table, then he kneeled in front of me.

"Will you spend the rest of your days with me?"

He was looking up at me, and the sounds of the water against the hull fading and where we are, it disappeared from my sight.

"Clara Bell," he called me. "Please say something," he nervously uttered.

The confidence on his face gone, replaced with nervousness.

That's when the spell broke out. My brain seemed to slow down, his words floating in my brain, rendered me speechless and overwhelmingly happy.

I looked up and meet his eyes, and nodded my head vigorously before almost leaping onto him, and he gathered me into his arm, almost toppling backwards.

"Yes! Yes!" I exclaimed with overwhelming happiness.

Tears flowed like a river as I hug him real tight.

He was chuckling and held me closer into his arms.

I pulled away, and he put the ring on my fourth finger and it fit like a glove.

I'm gonna be Mrs. Demakis.

"I love you!"

"I love you more!" I uttered sincerely.

And we sealed it with a kiss.

.....

The last part with the proposal was rushly done. I forgot my time, I'm running late to work.

Anyhow, let me know who were surprise about Alex singing?

Hope you enjoy it.