Scream For me

I make small talk with him on the ride back home. It feels strange to be driving up to Weston’s penthouse and calling it home, but I guess it is now. I wish Nick a good night and make my way to the elevator. When the doors open, the entryway is flooded with candlelight. Rose petals are scattered across the floor as the sound of soft jazz and the smell of something savory fills the house.

“Hello?” I ask as my heels click across the marble floor.Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Good evening, Miss Flowers.”

I spin around to see Weston leaning against the doorway and going into the kitchen. His shirt is partially undone, his sleeves rolled up. He has a hand towel over his shoulder.

“What’s all this?” I walk over to him, standing on my tippy-toes to kiss him. He pulls me in against him, spinning me around to press me against the doorframe with his body as he takes control of the kiss.

“This is because I love you and you deserve a night of romance after everything.”

“I like the sound of that.” I look past him to see two plates, wine, and candles on the kitchen table. “Did you cook?”

“I did.”

“Damn, I didn’t think you could get any sexier.” I grab his shirt and kiss him again before stepping around him to enter the kitchen. “Where’s

Daisy?”

“She’s staying the night at the grandparents’, so it’s just us tonight.”

“Oh my God, this looks amazing.” Each plate has a filet mignon with asparagus and garlic herb butter. “I had no idea you could cook.”

“I’m a man of many talents.” He winks at me, taking a seat as we dig in. Just as I’m about finished, he tells me there’s dessert, a salted caramel torte that I devour.

“You sure you don’t want any?” I ask, holding out a forkful.

“Positive, sweetheart. We both know what I want for dessert.” He drags his eyes over my body, causing a wave of heat to rush through me. “But,” he says, pulling me up from my chair and walking me slowly toward the stairs, “I promise not to keep you up too late.”

“No? That’s not like you.” I unbutton his shirt as he walks me backward up the stairs.

“Because I have a surprise for you tomorrow.”

“A surprise?” I look up as we reach the top of the stairs and he spins me around to see luggage sitting neatly by the top of the stairs.

“Are we going somewhere?”

“We are.” He wraps his arms around me, kissing my neck softly.

“Where?”

“It’s a surprise.”

“But what about my job?”

He picks me up and walks us into the bedroom. “You’ll only miss two days, but I promise, I’ll make it worth it.”

“YOU’RE NOT GOING to tell me?”

“Nope. Now put this on.” He holds out an eye mask. “Turn around.”

“This is crazy, you know that?” I slowly turn so he can put the mask over my eyes, after which he smacks my ass.

“Stop being difficult, Miss Flowers, or I’ll work you over in the back of this car.”

The flight to wherever we were was smooth, granted Weston spent most of the time keeping me completely preoccupied with having as many orgasms as possible.

“Hmm, I think I like you blindfolded like this. Might have to use this later.” He runs his thumb over my bottom lip, making it tickle. I dart my tongue out to lick it gently. “Tease,” he whispers, leaning in to kiss me, then biting my bottom lip. “Now be a good girl and follow me.”

I hold his hand as he leads me down the airplane stairs and into the back of our waiting car.

“Our luggage is being taken to our hotel, but we have a little pit stop first.”

Once the car finally slows and the door opens, Weston takes my hand and leads me a few feet away.

“Okay, face this way,” he says, spinning me around. I feel his hands leave my arms. “Now,” he says quietly, “take off the mask.”

I reach up, slowly lifting the mask. I blink several times, my eyes adjusting to the light when I look up and see the Eiffel Tower.

I gasp, smiling as I spin around to look at him, but he’s down on one knee, a stunning diamond solitaire ring staring back at me in a black velvet box. My hands shoot up to cover my mouth as I realize what’s happening.

“Daphne, I never thought the day I met you right here I’d be asking you in the same spot to be my wife. You have completely turned my life upside down so thank you for spilling your coffee on me and making me fall in love with you. Will you marry me?”

“Yes!” I nod my head as I close the distance between us and throw my arms around his neck.