Proposal

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I walked out of the office, safely locking it.

"Good night, Ma'am."

I gave a quick yet tired smile to my PA, followed by a stern look.

"How many times, have I told you to call me Callista?"

He shrugged, "I don't remember."

I rolled my eyes at him. "Sure. "

He chuckled, "Good night, Callista."

I smiled at him, "Better."

Just as the elevator came to the stop, I waved at him, dismissing him for today.

"Good night, Will."

Straightening my suit, I rubbed my bare arms to warm and calm myself.

Elevators weren't my favourite place in the world, especially after the stunt that Alex pulled. It gave me creeps.

I put the suitcase on my shoulder and shuddered a bit.

Winter was on the way.

Quickly, I went to my BMW M3, throwing the suitcase in the passenger seat, literally.

Just as I sat on the driver side, I put the heater on full blast, removed my heels and took a long breath, reclining my seat a bit.

It felt a bit relaxing after a long day at work.

Managing a software company was a very big deal, at least for me, who knew a little about business.

Just as I put the car into gear, to travel down the roads of East Renton Highlands, my phone buzzed.

I sighed, but pulled at the corner and put the iPhone on speaker.

"Precious?"

I smiled at his soothing yet husky voice, which unintentionally calmed my nerves.

I then, again started driving through the roads.

"Yes?" My voice felt hoarse.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes. Just a bit tired."

"Well, come home soon."

I chuckled, tiredly.

"You came home, early."

"Surprises, Precious. Surprises."

From his voice, I could tell he was definitely shrugging and grinning from ear to ear.

"I hate surprises." I whined.

"You are smiling." Now, he was laughing. Asshole.

"Shut up. Let me drive."

Without even waiting for his response, I cut the call and quickly changed the gears until I pulled into the driveway of our home.

If you're thinking, what the hell I am doing in East Renton Highlands. Well, here's a little insight or whatever you call it. I could care less.

Life is smooth selling now.

It's over an year or so, since we started dating properly.

Lia is a one year girl, whose first words were Dada. The look on my brother's face was worth seeing. She's my favourite person, fuck Heath. Maybe.

Anna and Ace married each other just six - seven months ago. If anything adds to the good news, is the fact that Anna is four months pregnant.

My nephew is on the way, which only I know.

At tomorrow's baby shower, I, as a aunt is going to reveal the gender of the baby.

Heath is still the CEO, as well as me and Ace and Anna started their own company at Cali. They both live there, while my home is at East Renton Highlands.

After a little argument and stubbornness, Heath made me move my company here.

I am not complaining. It's called 'stating a fact', guys.

Among all these good news, the most funny fact was a Twitter feed, posted by Heath, commented by me.

"The O-Maker found his No. O."

When this feed was posted at Twitter, I was still living and managing the company from Leavenworth.

Well, you can imagine, like the mad girl I am in love with him, I started dancing first, then I commented.

"He's mine, bitches."

There were hearty congratulations, worse swears and arguments in the comments section but I just ignored them, and the next day, I got my present for ignorance.

Heath was standing in front of my doorstep, the following morning at 7am, wearing a hoodie and jeans.

He had knelt in front of me and slid a promise ring on my finger, without saying anything. No words required to tell me we both were sexually frustrated.

Exactly, I was wearing a Victoria Secret lace lingerie in bed and opened the door, like that.

You can jolly well imagine, we ended in bed at 7 in the morning.

I sighed at myself.

Those days.

Before, I could even knock on the door, it jerked open and he stood before me.

I looked at him, up and down and licked my lips. I was definitely hungry.

He looked delicious in his crisp black pants and white shirt. The cuffs and suit were long discarded, which left him with his sleeves rolled up. His veins were visible and so was his tattoo peeking through the material.

"You know, I'm hungry too."

I finally looked into his eyes, which were now a dark shade of grey, lust and love, clear in its depth.

His hair was messed up and he looked like shit.

Just like me.

I pushed him inside, threw my suitcase on the floor and wrapped my arms around his muscular body.

God, I missed him.

I inhaled his scent, which called my nerves so much that I was afraid to be away from him again.

"I missed you."

He kissed my forehead and nuzzled his face in my hair, smelling it like I was doing a few minutes, before.

"I love you, idiot." I gripped him a lot more, afraid that he and his scent would disappear.

His hold also tightened and he whispered, making me shiver, "I love you."

We just embraced each other after the whole week of work.

He and I barely met in the week, because of our works.

That's why, we spend each weekend, just lazing around in each other's company, like companionship.

"Surprise, Precious."

I quickly jumped and kissed him, wrapping my fully clothed body around him.

The kiss was passionate, still full of flames, with a mixture of love, longing and lust. He kissed me back with equal intensity and just like always, like the stubborn people we are, we dominated for control.

I bit onto his bottom lips, while his grip on my ass tightened and he groaned. I slid my tongue into his mouth, tasting his honeysuckle mouth. It was sweet as a peach and I felt the familiar pull in my groin.

Before, I could prolong the kiss, more, he pulled away.

I frowned, "What's wrong?" And not to mention, breathless as hell.

"Surprises first. You need it for-" He gave me a crooked, lustful smile, "-this."

I groaned but nodded, "Let me change."

Jumping off him, I ran to our room, picked out his t-shirt, panties and boxers and literally, ran to the bathroom.

But as I intended to take a quick shower, it didn't happen so.

The warm water, free flowing through my back and my body, soothed me. I washed my hair with the Citrus shampoo of his and sighed contently.

After lathering my hair, I lathered my body, with his shampoo, ignoring the cuts and scars on my body.

It took a long time to adjust to the scars related to the horrible incident but Heath helped me through that.

He didn't mind my scars, because to him, they are 'battle scars'.

I put on my clothes, relieved of the stress through all this week, tied my hair into a messy bun and walked downstairs.

Just as I entered the kitchen, Heath turned towards me and grinned.

"Relieved?" He cocked his head.

I nodded and grinned back.

"You also showered?" I asked, when I noticed him, wearing his t-shirt and boxers, his previous clothes in the hamper, at the corner.

He nodded, "Where?" I continued.

"In the guest bathroom." He muttered and I frowned.

"You could have joined me." I winked.

He laughed, "Then, my boner would have just gotten harder."

I laughed, as I sat on the kitchen island, my legs dangling from it.

"So, what's the surprise?" I asked incredulously.

"Here." He gave me his signature smirk.

The smell of the hot chocolate wafted through my nostrils, instantly. It felt good to smell a home made chocolate.

I sighed and sipped it.

It wasn't as if I didn't have Hit chocolate, everyday, but the Starbucks one couldn't compete with the one Heath made.

I found out about his cooking skills that day, when he used to bring me home made food at the hospital.

"Wow." I finally spoke.

He smirked, "Now the food from Chef James."

I laughed, sipping the last bit of hot chocolate and handed the cup to Heath.

He served his hand made Risotto, with salad and Chicken breast halves. A wine of glass added to it and I was sure, my mouth was watering.

"OMG!" I jumped onto Heath's back, while he gave me a smug look.

"This is a great surprise, jeez!" I pecked his lips, then dived into the delicious food.

Before, I could even chew my first bite, properly, Heath smirked.

"There's one chair here, Calli." He smirked.

I shrugged, "Eat on the floor."

Expecting to find the smirk gone from his face, I looked at him but found a bigger smirk.

Within seconds, before I could blink an eye, he threw me on his shoulder, sat on the single chair and put myself on his lap.

"You caveman!" I laughed.

He rubbed my thighs, again bringing back the pull in my groin.

Well, two can always play a game.

I pecked his lips, pulled my t-shirt, well his t-shirt, over my head and threw it on the floor.

I looked at him, innocently.

His smirk was gone and his Adams Apple bobbled as he swallowed, hard. His hand moved dangerously close to my core and I also gulped.

"Fuck the food." He growled, again throwing me on his shoulders.

I laughed, getting a nice view of his ass, while he smacked my ass in return.

Within seconds, he reached the bedroom, not bothering to switch on the lights.

"You're such a tease." He growled, nearly throwing me on the bed.

I laughed, "You're insatiab-"

His kiss was so lustful, his gaze darkened while he rolled my perked nipples between his fingers.

I kissed him back, my blue eyes, surely a dark shade of blue, the lust clear in my eyes and my pussy already wet.

He growled into the kiss, his hands moved to the waistband of my boxers and his penis poking against my legs.

He tugged the boxers down in a swift movement, followed by discarding his own boxers and quickly put on a condom.

But this bastard didn't enter.

Changing my direction from a groan, I moaned as his fingers entered through the slick folds of my pussy.

"Delicious." He whispered, making me shiver.

Soon his tongue feasted on my pussy lips, as his fingers hit my g-spot.

"Ah!" I screamed, my orgasm coming so fast.

He kissed me, as I saw stars on my vision due to the orgasm, I just experienced.

He again went between my legs and swirled his tongue, licking off the cum from my pussy lips.

"Marry me." He whispered.

"What a gentleman!" I moaned as his tongue continued to create havoc on my clit.

"Marry me." He repeated. He looked up, from between my legs.

"You're seriously proposing me during sex?" I half moaned, half laughed.

He entered in a quick motion, through my slick folds and kissed me, his tongue invading my mouth.

"Yes." He whispered, on my lips and looked at me with lust and love.

I gripped his biceps, tighter as his forearms went beside my head, caressing my messy hair.

"Yes." I whispered onto his lips, as we both looked into each others eyes, blue to grey.

"I love you." I whispered, biting his shoulder as I felt my muscles tightening.

"I love you. Forever." He kissed me, his thrusts became harder and faster.

I screamed his name as my orgasm released from my body, my back arching in the process.

"Forever." I whispered, already half asleep.

I could barely register, as he threw his condom, cleaned me with a wet towel and came in bed.

He tightened his bare body, against mine. My back to his front, as we spooned together, relishing the after effects of orgasm.

"Sleep tight, soon-to-be Mrs. James."

I chuckled lightly, moulding my body against his a little bit more tightly and slept, but not before whispering.

"I'll marry you, my soon-to-be husband."