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When I arrive home, she’s snoozing on the couch in the living room. I smile to myself, quietly setting up the evening for her that I have planned. I’ve decided to cook her dinner, which is a rarity for me. Though I can cook, we usually have a chef prepare something for us so that we can spend more time together. Tonight, however, I want to make as much of an effort as I can. She truly deserves the best, and I’m going to give it to her.
I head through to the kitchen and start to prepare. I’ve got a few bottles of red wine ready, and a filet steak to cook. I take extra care to get the peppercorn sauce right, because I know it’s her favorite thing to eat with steak. As I’m cooking it, I hear her footsteps in the kitchen and turn around to look at her.
I never get bored of seeing her sexy curvaceous body. It’s still as exciting to me as the first time I laid eyes on her at the masquerade party. She just looks so damn good all the time. And the second she smiles at me, I just want to pick her up and take her to the bedroom. But tonight is different. I have important things on my mind, even more important than sex.
“What’s this?” Zooey asks as she approaches my workstation. I grab her by the waist and pull her in toward me, kissing her neck tenderly.
“I thought I’d cook you dinner,” I murmur in her ear. “I know how hard you’ve been working...I thought you deserved a treat.”
Zooey looks up at me with warmth in her eyes. “Honey, that’s so sweet...you really didn’t have to…”
“Oh, but I do,” I growl, kissing her on the lips roughly. “I want to show you how much I appreciate you. And if you go upstairs…well, let’s just say I got you something special as a gift. It’s laid out on the bed.”
Zooey frowns in confusion, but I can see the excitement in her eyes. It’s not often that I do things so mysteriously, but tonight, I want to catch her off guard.
“Okay, baby...but actually, there’s something I need to talk to you about tonight. Something important.”
My heart drops to my stomach as she pulls away from me and leaves the room. It’s not often she says things like that. She’s so carefree when she’s around me that we don’t tend to have serious conversations often. The only time we really get down to the grit of things is when we discuss her father. But I get the feeling that he isn’t involved in this particular equation.
So what could she possibly need to talk to me about? We’re not like normal couples. We don’t ever struggle for money - I have plenty of that to keep us afloat, which helps considerably since acting doesn’t pay very much. We never argue anymore. Since we left the hellish mansion that belongs to her father on Halloween weekend, things have been completely smooth running. It was simply our circumstances that made us go so crazy.
So if it’s none of those things, then what could she possibly be about to tell me? Has she had enough of me or something? She hasn’t said anything to indicate that, but maybe she’s just been working up the courage to leave me. My heart slams against my chest almost painfully. If that’s what’s happening and I’ve just planned out a meticulously romantic evening, I’m going to be so let down.
But the show must go on. I have to try and get this right. It feels as though there is even more at stake now, with her comment of needing to speak to me hanging over my head like a dark cloud. I quickly head into the downstairs bathroom and change into the suit and bow tie that I prepared for the evening. I head back through to our dining room and check that the table is set to perfection, including candles in the center of the table. None of this will matter if she doesn’t want to be with me anymore, but I have to try. She’s the best thing that ever happened to me. That’s a fact, and I’m not about to give her up now.
I hear her footsteps on the stairs when dinner is almost ready. I head out into the hallway to watch her descend the stairs. She literally takes my breath away. She’s smiling, which is a relief. She’s wearing the gown that I had made specially for her. It’s midnight blue, her favorite color, and it grazes her bare feet as she walks toward me. Soon, she will have her second gift to match, if she accepts it.
At the bottom of the stairs, she takes my hand with a shy smile. She leans in to kiss my lips, but she doesn’t give me very much, nothing more than a peck. It has my stomach in knots. I know I’m overthinking this...it must be the nerves of the situation getting the better of me...but I don’t want to lose her. Not now, not ever.
