Once upon a time, in the faraway England, a young singer lived in a shining hotel. although he had everything he desired, the singer was spoiled. Will he be able to break the curse when he meets a young writer?
A twist to the famous tale and movie...
"Too bad," he saw her staring at him, with one of the most genuine smiles he had ever seen in her.
"I can't believe you decided to visit me... you look like a cardboard cutout, are you real?" She said as she touched his arm. After not seeing him for three months, and not counting that she hardly saw him or talked to him for more than 9 months, she felt awkward touching him.
"Of course, oh and I can prove that," he lunged at her kissing her, he had a hand on the back of her head, he wanted to make sure her lips didn't separate from his as he took every of her breaths, and placed his left hand one on her neck, her lips tasted like wine which worry him, thinking she could had been returning from a date made him kiss her more passionately arousing her more. He moved his left hand to her breasts making her moan between kisses, but when he was aiming for under her skirt, he accidentally honked the car horn; it made them laugh and giggle, and stop the romantic embrace.
"You're going to wake up the whole street," she said, "I truly missed you." She reconginsed, not knowing where that confession came from.
"I did too, sorry if I didn't visit you... I was afraid you had moved on, ...and if you did that's fine," he said feeling he was being too emotional he added, "I'm more sorry for your date, it'd take a lot of effort to beat my kiss."
"I'm not seeing anyone, is that what you're implying?" She nervously started to touch her earrings, she wanted so bad to ask him if he was seeing someone.
"Great, then I don't have to fight anyone if I do this," he said grabbing her tight.
"Y'know already that I don't date, I'm too snobbish to allow my time to men, and sadly I don't think I'm into women," she explained, feeling his hand going under her skirt he stopped him to ask, "Are you still with that American lady?"
He turned to her and looked at her strange, "I see you like gossips now," he moved his hand to her hand, "If you ought to know, I flirted with her, she was one of our stylists in our American tour, I took her to dinner once; then the story gets creepy she began to call me, she wrote some bizarre poems and, the more I rejected her the more she tried to get closer... and I think you'd be friends she sold her story to the newspaper," he joked, receiving a suspicious look from her. "That was all."
"It makes me feel better, knowing that I don't have to apologise to any one for that kiss." She said with sarcasm and jealousy in her mind.
"Exactly," he said and took her hand putting it seductively on his pants, "now let's continue with our indecency, shall we?" He tried to kiss her again while rubbing her hand on him.
She giggle, "Stop! you'll get us arrested." She pushed him softly.
"Fine, then show me you're other skills..." He raised his eyebrows in a cheeky way, "you said in February you were taking driving lessons." He gave her the keys to start the car.
"You think I'm bad at it don't you?" She said, as she started the car and drove, "I follow all the rules, the speed limit-."
"You're a bore!" He mocked her, "Ok, love. You're going to drive during our trip... this time we'll get to Scotland, but you have to gas it, because I only got two weeks off."
She wanted to break but the light had turned green, "Are you taking me with you?" She asked and got an affirmative response, "Should I return and pack..."
He raised his arms and placed them on the back of his, "Nah! I'll buy you new clothes there." He said, then he got close to her and assured, "Also something for that finger of yours." He said pointing to her fourth finger in her left hand.
She opened her mouth in surprise, quickly closing it to hide her surprise, although she hadn't smile, she was afraid for some reason to turn and glance at him, and also she was driving.
He looked at her in amusement, for a moment it scared him not to see a reaction from her.
"Are you sure you love me...as much as I love you?" She asked, never taking the sight from the street.
"Yes," he said giving her a quick kiss on the cheek, "And this time I'll be the one asking the important questions...not you."
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