"That doesn't change the fact that we kissed." He said while brushing his cheek on mine slightly. He brought his lips to mine beside my ear slowly.
"I still love you, Adam." He whispered beside my ear and kissed my ear lobe slowly and gently. My mind wasn't in its right state and his actions are making it even worse.He slowly left my ear and brought his face to mine making our nose tips touch each other. He tilted his head sideways and gave a smile before his lips pressed onto mine. He started kissing me slowly and gently, while his hands were roaming and gripping the back of my head. My mind went blank and couldn't process the whole situation. His kiss soon turned into an intense one and he started sucking my lips keeping his full focus and determination.I didn't know why but I started kissing him back, pulling him closer towards me. I was kissing him back on the same force and way he's kissing me. We both were devouring into and that's when my"Let's do one thing. Why don't we have a party, just the two of us to lighten up the mood?" I suggested."No parents party?" Martin asked."Kinda. Let's know the taste of wine from the cellar. Dad has a good great collection of wine in his wine cellar." I said with a wink."Dad won't allow it." He replied."Sneak peek then." I winked again.He smiled and nodded his head. We grabbed a wine bottle from the wine cellar without anyone's notice and went back to my room. We left a sigh of relief after locking the door.We sat on the floor leaning on the bed. I opened the bottle cork and took a sip."How is it?" Martin asked out of curiosity."Bitter," I said with a disgusted face."We should drop then," Martin suggested."No, wait. It's getting better after some time. Here have a drink" I replied.Martin drank and gave the same disgusted look I gav
The manager showed us the different styles and seeing them made me realize how sorry I am for the 'Man' kind. They literally have dress styles on finger count, unlike women. We, women, have too many different styles for dresses. So many that if a girl starts wearing one new dress every day not repeating the dress she wore till her death, there will still be plenty of dresses left. I looked at Adam with a small smile before passing an annoying comment."Hon, I feel pity for you," I said giving a pity look to him."Why may I ask?" He replied in a sweet yet respectable way. I wish he spoke like this even when we were alone. Such an asshole."Because you Men have only specified styles of dresses, unlike us," I said with a dramatic hair flip like in sitcoms or dramas.Before Adam could answer the manager spoke first."Yes, mam. And we have all the collections, from traditional to modern." She said with a proud smile.
She really got some interest in him. I mean why the fuck are you trying to flirt with a guy who's going to get married in bloody fucking 3 days, bitch. It's irritating me. My face was giving away all the expressions and that's when I felt my hand getting squeezed, it was the hand that's holding Celine's hand. I looked at our hands and then looked at her. She gave a warm smile and shook her head slightly.I took a deep breath and gave a nod in agreement. We both kinda have a telepathic connection. We understand each other's minds and we can read them to the full extent. I turned towards Adam and saw he was about to say something. I didn't want to miss this opportunity. So, I spoke first before he can give away the old-fashioned ideas."Well, the modern one's. Isn't that your answer, hon?" I said the last part looking at Adam with a big smile."Y-yes, dear. Modern it is." Adam said with a smile. I have to say he plays along in these situations ev
The manager gave started showing different styles and this arrogant idiot was checking my wedding outfit. I mean does that even make sense?. I pity her IQ. And like I have pitied her IQ, she pitied the whole males, saying we are unlucky to have such a short number of styles. Well, I guess it benefits us, we get ready in no time, unlike these ladies. They take forever to get ready. At least one hour just to choose the dress. Another hour to get dressed, and another hour or two for those pathetic plastic coatings they call as make-ups. Gosh, once you see a girl without make-up you never want to see that face again. No wonder why this arrogant always comes late. Before I can speak sarcastically, the manager spoke first and this idiot made said things to satisfy their filthy brains. She sure knows how to do things at this market. I gave a pissed-off look and shook my head. She started looking at the book and seemed to be so interested in the book. Is
The moment I said I had my dress designed, Adam's face got lit up. Lit up as if he's able to get off from this shithole early than ever. The manager told us to wait for half an hour and left the place. What should we do in the meantime?.I can't just babble or fight with this idiot. Babbling with him is out of a box idea and to which I'm willing to stay inside the box forever. And the other option fighting with him, I hate doing it all day. I'm already tired of thinking of this idea. This idiot is not worth that.Moreover, I can't just plug up my headphones and listen to everything this idiot will sure say something else like behave yourself or act as if you're interested. I'm sick of listening to that from this bastard.So......what to do?. I looked at Celine and she gave a small eye roll. Yeah, I can feel her getting bored already. I just smiled and turned towards Adam. He was just looking at his phone and texting someone with making that stern fac
"Yes, totally forgot. We are looking for bridesmaid's and...." I paused and turned towards Celine. "Li, what about the best man's outfit?. Let's take it too." I asked. "Yeah, but we need that best man's measurements." She reminded me while leaning forward towards me. "We can ask Adam after he comes back. Let's take yours first, then we can go for the best man." I suggested. "Nice." She replied with a smile. I smiled and turned towards the manager. "Yeah, so we are also looking for a bridesmaid dress and the best man's. First, we would like to look for the bridesmaid dress." I explained to the manager. "Okkay, mam. Is there any color and design you are looking for specifically?" She asked. "Yes. Li, what was the color?" I asked Celine while turning towards her. "Rudy blue. Yours is light blue right, so it's Rudy blue." Celine answered. "Totally forgot," I said with a smile and
"oh, for that you need to ask the best man himself. He's over there." I said while pointing my finger towards Martin.The manager turned towards Martin and her eyes gave a sparkle as she saw two guys competing with their handsomeness in front of her. I saw her looking at Martin without blinking her eyes.'Is she always stares at guys who come to this company?' I said to myself with a sigh.I saw Martin giving awkward smile and slowly making his hand towards Adam's arm. He clenched Adam's hand to speak something. Poor thing, how can he be so naive. Adam will be the last person if you are looking for someone who gets you out of trouble. From my perspective, he's not even on the last.I consider him as the camphor that evaporates as soon as it's exposed to room temperature even without a trace. He's like a non-existing creature with a physical appearance. How would a fashion designing girl know about Camphor?. Well, my attention in physics
The manager left the room and the situation turned back to reality. The fake love, fake emotions, fake words everything are got thrown into a dustbin and reality took over. I sighed and came back took out my phone.Honestly, speaking, I'm getting bored. Why does a wedding dress selection taking this long? Ugh, I really wish I had skipped this stupid procedure by giving any lame reason I get at that time. I took out my phone and texted Martin."What happened?" I texted with a sigh. Martin didn't reply, after few minutes passed by, he replied."Nothing much. I'm checking on the address that matched the address the cell company gave." He texted."What do you mean by nothing much?" I texted back."We couldn't find any idiot here. The inquiry with the people in the surroundings is done, we didn't get much information from them. Some even didn't know that the people lived here. As we thought fake IDs." Martin replied with ey