Life is a blessing and we only have one of it. In this life, we have plenty of challenges and heartbreaking events that we at times feel like we won’t be able to move on from but as long as we have the
ones we love right beside us, it makes it all worth it.
One of life’s gifts is finding someone you can share the rest of your life with, someone who will be there for you through thick and thin and love you for who you are
not what you have.
I, Klaus, had found such a person who was currently lying in my arms. I wanted nothing more but to spend the rest of my life with this woman and no one else.
As I lay on the bed, my gaze lingered on Sera with a hard to describe smile on my face. I was never a mailing person but she brings out the good and the weird from me.
Yes. We had dealt with everything that had been an obstacle in our relationship starting with Tony and Linda. Yeah, the bitch came back thinking that she could lure me in the way she did to Tony.
I am not sure where she is but my people made sure that she will in a mental asylum for a very long time.
And you know what’s good about those places? The more “I am not mad” you shout, the more they pump those numbing drugs inside you.
I have been in to an oversees work trip for a while week and I had missed Sera like crazy and I wanted to see her the moment I landed.
She was still doing her flower business and it had flourished and right now, she was in an event which she had been working on for the past two months and according to what she had told me, it went well.
I surprised her and she was surprised.
“Why didn’t you tell me that you are coming? I would have dropped everything and picked you up,” she said when she saw me.
“Well, I didn’t want to stress you out. That doesn’t mean it was not stressful though.
You’re totally coming to the next trip with me work or not.
Or I’m staying here. The shareholders and the board members will kill me, but it’s a price I’m willing to pay,” I say dramatically because it’s true. I loved her.
“I told you I’ll come over. I can work from anywhere because Jeon already knows everything and I can make orders from wherever I am. With the new workers we have, I am not worried,” she answers and I remember why I fell for her in the first place.
She interlinks my fingers with hers.
“Want to get out of here?” She asks.
“Fuck yes,” I was ready.
“I’m about to haul her away so I can kiss her out of all these people’s eyes but she presses her chest to mine and devours my lips in a searing, passionate kiss.
In front of the whole world. Her whole word.
If anyone had told me about this scene a couple of years back, I would’ve called them a borderline liar.
But my flower can’t seem to get enough of me as much as I can’t get enough of her.
Before I can deepen the kiss, she pulls back, putting a halt to my dick’s diabolical plan.
So I drag her behind me, pushing through the bodies of people in the event, desperate to get her alone.
I drive us to out apartment house, which we have to ourselves.
During the entire ride, she’s kissing my throat, nibbling on my Adam’s apple, undoing my tie, and unbuttoning my shirt to leave hickeys on my collarbone.
The perfect image I love so well shatters against my tongue and fingers as she moans my name and groans in pleasure.
My flower is the most unbothered passenger you’ll ever find. She never gets his feathers ruffled, ne-
ver gets mad, never complains even when I drive recklessly like right now as she is all over me, but even I has to stop the car on the side of the road, and I haul her onto my lap so that I can say hi properly.
We kiss and dry hump for a while but the dry humping session comes to a halt, though, because we can’t have us getting arrested for indecency.
Despite her car having tinted windows.
The only reason I stop is because I don’t want a quickie in the car.
I need to feast on her properly after a week of being deprived of her.
Don’t get me wrong, I loved the phone sex, the filthy texts, and the pussy pics she sent me occasionally after I bombarded her with a thousand pics of my dick weeping in agony. But the real thing is better by fucking miles.
As soon as we’re inside the house, I slam my lips to hers, both of us stumbling as she shoves me against the wall, her tongue demanding and warring with mine.
I reverse our positions so that she’s against the wall, our bodies pressed together from the dick up.
I missed you so much, you have no idea,” she breathes against my lips.
” You’re never getting out of my sight again,” I add amidst the kiss.
” Mmm. Never again, baby,” she speaks against my throat, trailing her tongue and lips against my throbbing pulse and the faint scar on my neck from when I fought with Tony.
But he got what was coming to him.
We have come so far since then. And we all have gotten so much better at dealing
with these emotions.
I remove her top and cup what breasts and Sera shudders and her hands wrap around me, one gripping my waist and the other pulling my hair as she throws her head against the wall with a throaty groan.
I inhale her into my lungs and keep her there. She’s fucking mine.
“Bed. Now,” I growl against her fully marked neck, and the best part? She doesn’t hide my hickeys anymore. If anything, she loves leaving some of her own, too.
“Can’t have you running around and attracting unwanted attention. The world needs to know who you belong to,” is what she tells me every time she’s leaving them in visible areas.
And yes.
That’s our life now.
And oh, the wedding happened.
It was on an island that my uncle owns off the coast of the Gulf of Mexico and only a few invited guests were allowed in but our parents got what I wanted.
I also got what I wanted because I don’t have to hide her anymore.
Many girls are jealous of her because they say that she took their nation’s husband but I have never agreed to be with them so, fuck them.
I am happy.
She brought out the best in me.
I am a better man and I will make sure that she also doesn’t ever regret choosing me.
I love her and I love this life.