Protection

Proposal

I grip my hold on her neck. If she wants to play this game of hers i'm willing to play. By my rules.
"Fuck you" she grits through clenched teeth. Not what i was expecting but i'm here for it. "You should be apologizing and begging on your knees for me"

I chuckle. "I'll bow down on my knees for you but it won't be to apologize or beg." This girl is the death of me.

A tear slides down her face and she rubs it smearing her makeup. "Fuck you, you ruined my makeup" She says laughing and crying. She sniffles and i kiss her cheek. I'm still waiting for her answer but i won't push her. I'll just wait for her.

"I'm not the best chef though. I mean i can make a pretty good pasta, but i'm no gourmet chef. If i were is Gordon Ramsay's kitchen i'd cry." she whispers more to herself then me. "Not even close. I'm super mean. Like, i'll say i hate you but i don't. Also, if you cook one day i can clean or vice virsa. We work well together but i'll need my space from your comments.  I don't like loud noises to much. Well i do, but if it's a sudden noise i wasn't expecting i'll most likely get pissed. I have anger issues if you couldn't tell. I'm super picky and- and I'm not nice in the mornings- did i already say that? I'm a bear if you wake me up from my slumber. Also, i'll need the refrigerator stocked- i mean stocked with pickles. If there's no pickles there's no happy Angelina." I hold her face in my hands laughing at her. All her imperfections are perfects.

She's giving me every warning i can just so i can change my mind. But a life without her? There's no way. I already went through that twice and i can never go through it again. "Angelina, shut up. I want all your flaws and imperfections. To me, they are perfect. Who cares if you aren't the best cook? Take out was made for a reason, right? "She lets out a sniffly laugh as more tears sprint out her eyes. "I want your clothes on my floor, your dishes in my room. Hell even your obsession with damn pickles, and your empty peach vodka bottle collection on my wall." Her eyes widen, "How did you know that?"

"I'm a stalker, baby. But nonetheless i want your mess. I want your hair on my shower walls, your soaps taking over the entire cabinets and bathrooms. The smell of your perfume drifting everywhere in my fucking house. Last, but not least. I want you in my and Raylnns future. And maybe if you ever want to, have a baby of our own?" She shakes her head laughing. "Yes, yes, yes-" I interrupt her. "You'll be yelling that later don't worry, baby"

She's my wife. Angelina Marie-Raylnn Hale soon to fucking be Lockwood is my fiancé. Holy shit. Take that dad wherever the fuck you are. She's my bride. And nothing, nothing will change that. What if she gets killed? I'm about done with your shit you know.

She glares at me beginning to stand up but i grip my hold on her ass. Mine. "I thought i'd always be the bridesmaid. Never the bride" I kiss her cheek softly. "Now, you're my bride, baby. My sexy, perfect, bride" She hums in response.

"Did you still need something from the store?" I just remembered that was the whole reason we came in here. Well, not me. I wanted to talk to her and the whole proposal thing just came out of my mouth without thinking. I mean i'm glad i said it and got it out there but shit. I already have her ring. I bought it the day i found out she was going to work for me.

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She works for me now. I don't think i've ever felt my heart beat so rapidly till i saw her today. She was so beautiful. She didn't notice me though. She was carrying two files in her hands as she walked down the hallway to her office. Her heels clicking after each step she took.

I can't help but think about how I have control of her life and that's all i need to make her mine. She will be mine. I walk into the Jewelry store called 'Jolies Jewels' It looks super well kept. As i look down the rows of wedding rings i see one that catches my eye.

It's beautiful. It's a rose gold ring that has vines wrapping along it and it holds the perfect crystal stone in the middle. Other small crystals are wrapped around it as well. It's so perfect. It was made for Angelina.

I may be considered crazy for buying someone an engagement ring who probably hates me but i just know we are going to be together. We have to. "Hi, I'm Mary. Can i help you? Is there anything specific you are looking for today?" The woman behind the counter asks.

I shake my head no and she gives me a tight lipped smile walking away. I'm too mesmerized in this ring to even focus. It's so perfect. It was made for Angelina.
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"Yeah. I need tampons. And... and possibly-" her sentence gets cut off short when we hear Addy.
"Greyson! Where are you, baby?" Shit we need to get out of here. I get up and Angelina slides down my lap falling to her ass. I pick her up bridal style, -cannot wait to do this on our wedding night- and put her in my car.

I start the car and the engines roar to life. The garage door opens. As soon as they open Addy walks through the garage door that leads into the house and im pulling out the driveway.

My dirty little secret.
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Bad and short chapter i know but the good stuff is coming soon.

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