👰GET ME MARRIED🤵
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A͙n͙d͙ h͙e͙ s͙t͙o͙l͙e͙ m͙y͙ h͙e͙a͙r͙t͙🕺
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🍭e̲̅p̲̅i̲̅s̲̅o̲̅d̲̅e̲̅ 19: Taming the shrew🍭
Miranda woke up to the sound of the dishes in the kitchen. She showered and got dressed before going out to see what Taylor was cooking.
“Good morning Taylor” she greeted, entering the kitchen
Taylor turned to the door with a smile “Good morning Princess.. How are you feeling?”
“great” that was the opposite of what she was feeling. She felt depressed, lonely and broken in a way she didn’t know Andres’ abs£nce would affect her.
“I don’t believe you princess” Taylor chuckled and turned to the pot
“is it that obvious” Miranda sighed and sat on the breakfast table
Taylor gr@bb£d a cu-p of tea she had made earlier and proffered it to Miranda “here”
“Thank you” Miranda took the cu-p of tea from her
“We’re out of food stuffs…” Taylor was saying as she stirred the meat in the pot “I called Prince Andres to inform him…”
Miranda’s heart skipped a beat when she mentioned Andres.
“he’ll be s£nding his driver to take me to the mall today.. I was wondering you’ll come along to get your mind off somethings”
Miranda downed the tea in a gulp and dropped the cu-p on the table. “Thanks but No.. I’m still not used to moving around”
“you’ll nee-d to get used to it”
“I’ll be fine here”
“Alone?” Taylor scoffed “tell me you want to cry without being judged”
“I’m not crying Taylor” Miranda stated pointedly
“okay”
Miranda watched Taylor as she cooked and when she was done, they ate together and Taylor left for the mall.
Miranda was alone. Standing in front of the inscription on the wall. ‘ERAD’
She ran her f!ngersthrou-gh every alphabets and fought ha-rd to fight the tears that were threatening to bur-st out of her eyes.
Why did Andres put that there?
She knew it had nothing to do with his great great grand father’s steward.
Miranda moved away from the inscription. Afraid she would break down again. She nee-ded to be strong— For herself.
She was surviving almost one month and she had no idea how long it would last.
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“… Daniel?!” Andres pushed the large study door open and walked inside. Daniel was sitting behind his hvge mahogany desk on a phone call.
📱… I’ll call you
back he ended the call abruptly and turned to Andres “Hey man! You look great today”
Great!
Andres scoffed and sat down on a couch.
“who was that?”
“who are you talking about?” Daniel asked like he had no idea Andres was referring to the phone call.
“the person you were on the call with”
“oh!” Daniel chuckled, staring at his phone like the answer was written on it.
“A chic I met at a bar last night”
“Good for you”
Daniel got up from his swivel chair and joined Andres on the couch.
“aren’t you going to Luxembourg?”
“I called my driver to take Taylor to the mall”
“why didn’t you go instead?”
Andres looked at Daniel like he had asked the dumbest question.
“God help me! I wouldn’t be able to resist the temptation of pu-lling her into my arms and k!ss!ngher all over”
Daniel laughed
“You can’t imagine what I’m going throu-gh Daniel”
“I do.. Your wife is beautiful but not just beautiful, she’s h0t, capital H-O-T”
“I wonder if she misses me too”
“she definitely will” Daniel said “she might even be with child”
“No”
“why?”
“I didn’t tell you this before but I’ll tell you now”
Daniel leaned forward “tell me”
“Miranda has been taking contraceptives and I had no idea. I found out that night of the p@rty when I was going throu-gh her things to get her a new dress” Andres was pained and Daniel could feel every bit of his friend’s pain.
“You should’ve confronted her”
“she alre-ady told me she had no intentions of giving me a baby so there was nothing to confront her about” Andres sighed “and she tagged the pills PLAN B”
“A heartache wife huh?”
“she’s worse than that”
Daniel laughed “I think she loves you”
Andres looked at him and bur-st into an outrageous laughter “that’s just a wishful thinking” he guffawed “Now look.. I’ve been away for almost a month now and she doesn’t care to call me even when she knows she’s at fault”
“Too bad you’re not getting a heir”
Andres hissed “let’s talk to Lucy first and if she has nothing to offer, then there is Taylor”
“we’ll just see what we get” Daniel said then asked “what if there’s to information that would be help? Will you let her go?”
Andres was quiet.
He hadn’t thought of what would happen if there’s no way to change Miranda.
Would he let her go?
“No.. I can’t” Andres blurted out
Daniel smiled “then why are you here?”
“Daniel I don’t know.. Would you plea-se st©p asking me that?”
“alright.. Let’s focus on Lucy”
“Thank you”
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Lucy strode casually into the restaurant she was meeting with Andres and Daniel. she had purposely arrived late to keep them waiting.
“Hello?!” she waved a hand and sat down.
“You’re late” Daniel snarled
“I know” she flashed a smile and extended her hand to Andres for a handshake.
Andres ba-rely took her f!nger ti-ps in his then sat into his chair.
“you want to know about Miranda don’t you” Lucy said
“tell me everything.. All that you know.. I beg you” that was Andres
“I’m sorry but I can’t” Lucy said to Andres’ disappointment “Miranda is the only one who can tell you about herself”
“she doesn’t want to talk”
“then keep trying” Lucy yelled “she went throu-gh a lot, she almost died if I hadn’t found her and I can’t blame her if she hates you so much..
No one has the right to blame her”
Andres swallowed a lump in his throat “what do you suggest I do?”
“go back to her and be patient until she’s re-ady to talk” Lucy replied
“can’t you just tell us? She’s never going to be re-ady to talk”
“and you can’t blame her..
What happened to her isn’t something anyone can just talk about” Lucy said “it’s too painful for her to remember. She had a trauma then and remembering it hurts her.. It would’ve hurt anyone..
Miranda has been throu-gh a lot, she deserves to be happy.. p@rt of it was her fault and in some way, it was all your fault she was never happy..” she fli-cked few strands of golden hair from her forehead and added “She’s the only one who can tell you what she went throu-gh..
Give her another chance”
🍭e̲̅p̲̅i̲̅s̲̅o̲̅d̲̅e̲̅ 20: Taming The Shrew🍭
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Miranda l@yacross her be-d with her eyes wi-de open, staring out the window. She remained in be-d even though she’d woken up at least twenty minutes ago after a restless night’s sleep.
She snuggled dee-per into the covers, cocooning herself in memories. The good— then the bad when everything had fallen ap@rt. For years she’d tried wiping out those guilty feelings but they never seemed to disappear. Those guilty feelings that were driving her marriage to the edge.
She heard Taylor knock on the door followed by the open and close of the door when she didn’t say anything.
“Good morming Princess” Taylor greeted placing the tray on the table and moving to the be-d “rise and shine Princess Miranda”
Miranda gro-an ed “go away”
“not again” Taylor sighed “What if I told you that Andres wouldn’t see you the way he used to see you when he returns”
Miranda froze and darted her eyes to Taylor “what do you mean?”
Taylor rolled her eyes “you haven’t been feeding well and you’re looking too thin and bony, he won’t admire you anymore– where did all that killer curves go?”
Miranda almost laughed “That would be better.. He’d be f0rç£d to s£nd me away and maybe these guilty feelings will go away”
“They’ll be worse if he s£nds you away– The guilt you feel for Erad’s death and the guilt you’ll be feeling for ruining Andres and your marriage”
“what ever the case may be, s£nd the food away” Miranda sighed and pu-ll-ed the covers over her face.
“alright.. I won’t f0rç£ you. No one can” Taylor sighed resignedly and carried the tray out.
She had just stepped out of the room when she noticed someone standing in the living room.
She got alarmed, there was no one around except her and Miranda. She ti-p toed quietly and took a peek into the living room.
The visitor had his back to her but with his light-brown hair and muscular b©dy, Taylor could recognize that figure anywhere..
“Prince Andres!” she g@sped
Andres turned and his handsome face curved in a grin. Taylor could see the pain behind those smiles. He didn’t look any better than Miranda. Both had gone throu-gh a lot staying away from each other. But Taylor didn’t expect he’d show up without Miranda calling him.
“Good morning Taylor”
Taylor bowed as Andres moved closer to her.
“Is that my breakfast?” he asked hungrily. He had taken the early morning flight to get to Luxembourg in time and he had skipped breakfast.
“Miranda’s.. but she wouldn’t eat” Taylor replied
“why?”
“she has been that way since you left, she ba-rely eats and she doesn’t leave her.her room…” Taylor observed a pause “I’ve scared she’ll fall sick but she doesn’t ever listen”
In a way, Andres felt victory. Miranda was affected by his abs£nce even throu-gh he knew she wouldn’t admit it. But the thought of Miranda falling sick while he was away scared him too.
“I’ll go see her” he moved to the be-droom door and knocked briefly before he opened the door to find her lying on the be-d. The same way Taylor had left her.
“Taylor I told you to go away” she waved her hand and Andres could swear he heard a crack of sobs in her voice. Was she crying?
Had be been away for too long to cause her pain?
He hadn’t planned on hurting her and he wouldn’t forgive himself if he hurt her in any way.
“Miranda?!” his voice rumbled into her ears and she j£rked and sat up with a start and the breath he’d been holding rushed from his lungs.
Miranda almost fainted seeing Andres standing there at the door. Her breathing ceased and she clunched the covers even ti-ghter.
“you look terrible” Andres strode towards her “you’ve got to start eating”
Miranda felt her throat begin to close as he got closer and sat on the be-d.
“I’m fine”
“quit being stubborn Miranda” he took her hand and yanked her into his arms “I’m sorry for staying away for so long.. I had no idea it would affect you this much”
“I wasn’t affected in anyway” the stubborn spirit dwelling in her said but she didn’t pu-ll from the hvg. Somehow, she nee-ded that hvg more than she even nee-ded food.
“I’ll get you something to eat” before Miranda could st©p him, he left the room and returned almost immediately with the tray Taylor had brou-ght in earlier.
Miranda couldn’t say no to the food. The tension in the room was getting too h0t and she felt like they were some reunited lovers.
She nee-ded strength and she nee-ded the food if she was going to be strong enough not break down in front of Andres.
Andres leaned back against the edge of the table as he watched her eat.
Though she still had that ravishing look that had the power to drive him to hell, her skin looked waxy, and she’d definitely lost some weight.
Andres felt rotten. He hadn’t meant this to happen.
Her long hair hung loosely down her shoulders and it looked so messy like she hadn’t washed for days.
Yet she still had that stubborn look on her face like he didn’t matter. But Andres could see it in her eyes that she had missed him a great deal. And he had missed her more. He wanted to go to her, push the tray aside, lie her on the de-ep feather mattress and str!p away her clothes. He wanted to k!ssher until she could ba-rely breath and wouldn’t be able to deny that she missed him as much as he missed her.
He wanted to sink to her, make her respond to him, make her feel what he felt for her.
But he couldn’t. He had planned on keeping things less personal, himself less vulnerable.
“Do you want more?” Andres asked when she emptied the plate and still didn’t look satisfied. Just saying the word caused a ti-ght£ñing in his loins. He could give her ‘more’ if she nee-ded it. He had a lot more to offer.
“I’m full” Miranda replied and pushed the tray aside
“you shouldn’t have starved yourself”
“I haven’t been starving”
“you’ve been starving Princess.. You’ve been starving in everyway”
Miranda g@sped and her b©dy froze. She knew what Andres meant by starving in everyway but she wasn’t starving. Unless she was lying to herself trying to tell herself that she wasn’t.
“Andres I’m good”
He scoffed and took few steps towards the be-d until his toes were tou-ching the be-d.
“It’s been almost one month Princess and you still haven’t changed”
“I haven’t” she squared her shoulders and was glad her voice didn’t come out with a crack because Andres’ clos£ness when he leaned in didn’t give her time to think.
“Then I have to leave again”
Miranda saw the seriousness in his eyes when he said that and she knew he would really leave.
“you don’t have to” she said softly, trying to avoid his eyes
“Why?” he eased in, letting hisl-ips glide gently across hers “if my abs£nce meant nothing to you, then why shouldn’t I leave?”
Her lids fluttered closed “Because…”
“what?” he whispered “you missed me more than you thought you could and you could ba-rely eat nor leave your room”
Miranda clutched the covers ti-ghter. Afraid her hands would betray her and reach for Andres. She was scared to admit the truth. To admit that she had been living in pain and misery ever since he left.
She took in the smell of his cologne and bit her lower l!pthat were trying to say the worse.
“Tell me Princess” his words f0rç£d her eyes open as hisl-ips hovered over hers
“I… I… You can’t leave Andres, I’m afraid I can’t survive another day away from you”
Andres reached up, taking her face in his hands, mirroring her actions “I knew you wouldn’t” he told her, pu-lling her face closer and looking into her eyes. Andres might not have planned on k!ss!ngMiranda, but before he could talk himself out of something he wanted– nee-ded— more than air, he pressed hisl-ips on hers. And the second his mouth t©uçhed hers, there wasn’t a chance in hell he could pu-ll away.
He wanted her so badly, his hands shook and he fought the urge to take her r0ûghly, drive into her and demand she tell him over and over that she was his.
Instead, he k!$$£d her tenderly, pas-sionately. He pu-ll-ed the silk ties that closed up her nightgo-wn until they slid loose, then he p@rted it as he ran his f!ngerti-ps up from her abd0m£n to her brea-sts.
Miranda allowed the nightgo-wn to slid back off her shoulders and land behind her on the be-d. She m0@n ed and swayed against him. Her f!ngersworked the bu-ttons on the front of his shi-t, then her hands sli-pped inside to tease a flat copper n!ppl!.
Andres gro-an ed. St©pping only for a moment, he tugged his shi-t free from his p@n-ts and pu-ll-ed off his shoes.
As shivers raced throu-gh her, Miranda went to work on his p@n-ts. In no time Andres re-leased her, shucked his jeans and bo-xers, leaving his glorious b©dy to her view.
n-ked and arou-sed, he eased her back on the be-d then trailed warm k!sses along her flesh.
“I nee-d you Miranda” he whispered, k!ss!ngher until she was as breathless as she.
Since he wedded her, this was the first time she had given herself to him freely.
Miranda felt h0t and cold all over. Shivery and pulsing with nee-d. ti-ght£ñing the muscles of her th!ghs, Miranda worked to set up a rhythm of pas-sion that Andres matched stro-ke for stro-ke.
In minutes she gave in to the swirling s-en-sations, no longer in control.
Then with one deft movement, he lifted her up and turned her onto her back. Looming above her, he drove into her with long, powerful stro-kes.
Miranda’s f!ngersdug into his muscular shoulders and she cried out his name, but Andres made no effort to slow, just kept pounding against her, driving relentlessly, until both of them reached the edge of the precipice and tumbled over.
Andres’ muscles tensed and he spilled his seed with a f0rç£ that proved his possession. He just hoped she wasn’t on birth control.
For moments he remained above her, his b©dy damp with the sheen of his efforts. Then he settled himself beside her, pu-lling her into the circle of his arms.
“I’ve always wanted this” he whispered and k!$$£d the side of her n£¢k “I love you”
Miranda wished he hadn’t said that. He stared at her in anticipation for a reply but none c@m£. He sighed and k!$$£d her again.
“I can wait” he said “I can wait until you’re re-ady to accept my feelings for you”
They sle-pt for a while, made love again, this time more slowly, then again.
🕦🕚🕕🕥
Miranda l@yacross her be-d, sweaty, sated, soar. There wasn’t a p@rt of her b©dy he hadn’t t©uçhed either with his hands or his soft words. Miranda would be lying if she didn’t admit her heart had been just as involved as her b©dy during their lovema-king that morning. Getting tangled up with Andres was something she certainly hadn’t planned on but there was no way she could’ve fought off the de-sire, the pas-sion, any longer.
She started to pu-ll away from the dead weight of Andres’ thick, muscular arm across her ba-re torso.
“where are you going?” he mumbled, pu-lling her back on the be-d
“I nee-d to shower”
“we could do that together.. I’d nee-d that too”
No would do.. That was a total bad idea. She was alre-ady tired from the series of lovema-king. Not that she wouldn’t go one more round if he asked for it.
“I’d rather shower alone”
He raised his head “I’m not taking no for an answer” his wi-de smile melted her.
In one swift move, Andres lifted her up and walked into the bathroom. Holding on to Miranda, he stepped over the tiled edge into the wi-de, open shower with nozzles on each side walls. Water slid over her b©dy as Andres reached for the soap and sponge. He washed every inch of her b©dy but careful not to t©uçh the inti-mate p@rts that would stir his arou-saleven more. He had been careful enough not to make love to her in the shower, though he was tem-pted to. She was tired and if he allowed his S-xual de-sire to drive him further, he would never get enough of this lovely woman.
They remained in be-d after showering. Andres wearing only his brief bo-xers and Miranda a S-xy, black, feminine lingerie.
Andres held her in his arms, afraid to let her go. She wasn’t fighting and he knew it wasn’t just fear that he would leave. There was a flame he had managed to spark in her that she was trying to quench.
“Tell me Miranda…” he squee-zed her hand lightly “don’t hold it back anymore. Tell me about your past, about Erad”
Miranda su-cked in a breath. She knew it would come to this. She knew he would demand to know.
“I can wait more if you aren’t re-ady to talk about it”
What was wrong with this man. He was re-ady to wait for her and it was driving her crazy knowing he loved her so much that he was re-ady to wait for her.
“I can talk about it” she knew she had to “maybe the guilty will go away if I tell you”
Andres swallowed her “okay!”
“well…” she inhaled de-eply and turned to look into the pool of his de-ep dark eyes “I was young and spoiled and thought I could have anything I wanted until that day my dad told me there would be a change in my schedule…”
TBC