"Will you let me make it up to you?" He asked in a whisper.
I whispered a 'yes' before feeling his lips softly touch mine. The soft-touch turned into that eager want. One small kiss made all the pent-up anger go away. My body let go once his touch r...
My heart fluttered again as my mouth opened to ask him the question that had been on my mind.
"Who did you love?" I looked up at him with a held breath.
Those blue eyes looked at me, momentarily confused. Did he love Elinor or Alena?
The warmth of his hands left me as they pressed the elevator button instead. Suddenly we came to a standstill. Dorian's blue eyes bore into mine. They were like the clear summer skies.
"Who am I talking to?" He asked in a hushed voice. "Because right now, I'm looking at the woman I met in the Art studio that she bought and built up. I'm looking at the woman that agreed to paint the portrait. I'm looking at the woman I fell in love with so fast and so quick." With every sentence, he came closer and closer towards me. My heart was still thumping against my chest. "But, I'm also looking at the woman whom I saw in London. The woman who was in love with someone else and lost them. The woman who deserved, and got a happier life."
I took in a sharp breath trying to calm my heart.
"I'm in love with you. Whether you want to be called Alena or Elinor. I will love you with all my heart."
I love you with all my heart. Those seven words made me fall in love with him again.
"I am so sorry. I'm so sorry that I hurt you." He breathed out. "If it makes it any better, I want to start again. We could act like strangers and get to know each other properly. We could go on dates, a midnight rendezvous, and indoor picnics... Whatever you want-"
"No," I said, looking up at those blue eyes.
Surprise and confusion filled his face.
"Let's keep going," I said in a whisper. "It didn't matter that you knew. It doesn't matter now. "Let's keep going."
His head lowered down to mine.
"I love you so much, Dorian." I whispered, feeling our lips leaning in closer to each other. "You're the billionaire who stole my heart."
After months apart, it was as if the desire had never left.
I couldn't help but move back against the wall. The feeling of his soft lips on mine was something I didn't want to stop. Every slow movement made it everlasting – made it meaningful. Neither of us wanted to let go. It felt so long since the last time. His fingers grazed down the side of my body firmly resting on my waist. I wrapped my arms around Dorian's neck as he pulled me closer, lifting me off the ground.
Suddenly, the elevator started to shoot up before coming to a stop. Hearing a ding, the doors shot open and Dorian and I broke from our kiss. Our hands intertwined as we looked at each other, not sure whether we wanted to go just yet.
"I get that everyone has had a little too much to drink at these events, but it doesn't give them the right to stop one of the elevators from working!"
Turning around to the open doors, Dorian looked to the hallway to see the man who was reprimanding us. My mouth was agape, shocked and embarrassed to see who was standing there.
Looking as if he had come alive from the painting, Dorian's Dad stood with a disapproving look on his face. Next to him, with her arms crossed and her face filled with red, was the lady I had met in the gallery yesterday.
Her gaze fell on me and all the anger dissipated.
"Oh Alena," She said, her face changing into a smile. "You made it!"
"Mom, there are two other elevators – wait," Dorian stopped, looking between me and the lady from the gallery. "How do you two know each other?"
"That's your mother?" I couldn't help but exclaim.
Marcus Bradley looked just as confused about the situation as I realised that the woman standing next to him was his wife.
"Let's just say my meddling helped a bit," Dorian's mother sang. Giving us a quick wink, she grabbed hold of her husband's hand – pulling him along with her back to the ballroom.
"Unbelievable," Dorian scoffed in disbelief. As he looked at me with a slight chuckle, I found myself smiling and remembering how his mother came into the gallery the other day.
"So, I guess, you've unofficially met my parents," Dorian stated, tucking a strand of hair behind my ears. I couldn't help but lean into the warmth of his hand. "How about we go somewhere, just the two of us?"
Looking up, I could see that playful smirk on his lips. I bit my lip, nodding in reply. His hand intertwines with mine pulling me into the hall and towards the door labelled stairs.
"Where are we going?" I laughed. I pulled back looking down at my soon-to-be poor aching feet. Wherever we were headed, they wouldn't go well with the many steps I had to face.
"My place." He said, lifting me into his arms. "Ever been in a helicopter?"
I shook my head, stroking his cheek with my thumb.
"Let's go," I said, kissing those lips I had missed.
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