A Short Romance Fiction
Genre: Contemporary Romance,
Synopsis: Jade wants more so finally decides to leave the man she loves but Eric won’t let the love of his life go without a fight.
☆ Note: Story will contain adult content and sexual situations. You’ve been warned! ☆
And now for the main course.
❤ Undeniable ❤
I’m Leaving you,” a sweet voice said as soon as Eric came home.
He shook his head, trying to understand how a voice he loved so much could be saying something he never wanted to hear. He blinked a few times knowing he couldn’t be seeing well either.
She held the handle of her suitcase and tried to wheel it around him.
“What?” he questioned, blocking her path as his brain tried to function.
“I’m leaving, Eric. This…” she swallowed like the next few words were hard to say. “This isn’t working. We want different things.”
His heart beat a painful rhythm. The ring box felt heavier and heavier in his pocket the more she spoke. He walked passed her to the bar. His hands shook as he poured himself something strong.
“So…you’re breaking up with me?” He clenched the glass in his hand tightly, hating how calm she looked. How sure.
“I want more.” She placed her suitcase next to the door and turned to face him. Her dark curls were pulled back, loose on her head. Thin wispy strands hung loose, making her look younger than twenty-four.
He swirled the ice cubes around in his glass. “More?”
She opened her sexy mouth, her plump little lips to say more but he cut her off.
“You wanted a bigger place.” He waved his hand, directing to the house around them. “I got it for you.”
He took a sip as she watched him silently, then he set his glass down. “Everything you asked for, I’ve given you!”
She gasped as he raised his voice. Her dark gaze stared into him like she was trying to read him.
“There’s more to life than material things. I want…” She took a deep breath. “I want a man who loves me. Wants me more than—work. More than money or power.”
She ended on a whisper and it cut deep. Dammit, how could she think that he didn’t love her. They’d been together two years.
Before her, he didn’t have a relationship that lasted more than a week. Then she’d come into life and he’d wanted no one else. Craved no one else. Needed no one else.
But he knew his mistake and it was time to fix it. He walked toward her, loosening his tie and unbuttoning his shirt as he went.
She took a step back toward the door.
No, can’t have that.
“Don’t…” Her gaze flared, desire deep within her eyes. She may have threatened to leave but she didn’t want to.
He leaned down, hovering over her five-foot-two frame and rested his forehead against hers. “I love you.”
A sharp inhalation of breath was his only warning before she slammed her palms against his chest and shoved him back.
“Why would you say that?” The sexiest fire lit her gaze. Fuck, she was gorgeous, even when mad. “You once said that you are addicted to my puss—“
“I. Love. You.” He interrupted her.
She shook her head. “You’ve never said anything before. How am I suppose to believe you? You’re only saying this because I’m leaving.”
“Stop talking like you don’t know me. Look at me.”
Her beautiful almond shaped eyes filled with tears as she stared into his.
“You want more? I’ll always give you anything you ask for, money, diamonds, children—preferably three—but right now, right here I’m not giving you anything. I want you to except what is already yours. My love.”
He pulled the ring box out of his pocket. “I wanted to do this differently but…Marry me. Please. You already have my heart.”
When she only stood quietly staring at him with shock clearly on her face, he did something he’d never done for another human being. He got down on his knees. A loud roaring filled his ears. What if she said no?
Another second passed before a smile spread her lips. “I love you too and yes, I’ll marry you.”
❤ End ❤
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