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“What?” He tensed up like a crossbow ready to shoot.
“I’m not asking you to marry me. I just want to know if I’m alone in this. I love you, and believe it or not, you love me too. And I’m seeing this entire future with you while you wait for us to end.”
Another deep sigh escaped from his throat.
“You are mine, Catherinelle. Even if I have to let you go, you’ll always be mine.” There was a solemnity in his words, and my heart finally settled.
“You don’t have to let me go. Daddy…he ruined mom’s life by being a shitty husband; he ruined our name; he almost ruined Gino when he had to take over the family and bury all that shit. I will not let him ruin us before we start. Promise me, Hugo,” I begged, “Promise me we’ll have a chance.”
“Cat, this is not fair. I can’t deny you anything.” Just what I was hoping to hear. “I promise you. Even if it’d cost me everything, I’ll fight for you.”
“Thank you.”
I got up on my tip toes for a kiss, and he met me half way. His tongue felt rough on mine while he was wiping away all the fears and frustration that had gathered between us. Instead, my core was filled with a carnal need. I was empty, and I needed my man to feel the void.
“You taste so fucking good, princess.”
Through the haze of desire, I remembered why I asked him to come here in the first place.
“I have a present for you, Monster.”
“I know. I figured out when you bought it. It made me feel like shit.”
“Why?” I asked while backing out of the bedroom into my walk-in closet, where I tucked away the box containing his gift.
“Because people don’t give me stuff, Cat, and I searched my brain for days on what I should give you.”
I came back with a small box, wrapped in black wrapping paper with a golden bow on top.
“You didn’t have to give me anything. Come on, open yours.” I pushed the little package into his hand, and he shifted his weight from one leg to another.
He was hesitant to open it, but when he looked at my face and saw my enthusiasm, he ripped straight through the paper. The black velvet box inside had the word Graff on it.
“You got me jewelry, princess?”
When he lifted the lid, his face dropped, and that made my smile spread like wild fire. Hugo took out the gold chain and looked at me. It was perfect; it was him made out of gold. The chain looked like two vines with small thorns, and a gold cross was hanging from it. The cross was simple, made out of sharp lines except for the pink topaz I’d had encrusted right in the middle.
“It reminded me of you,” I said, suddenly feeling shy under his intense gaze.
“It’s a fucking beautiful piece, Cat.”
“You always talk about your origin like it’s a sin you carry, and I can’t bare it, Hugo. I know you’re not big on church, but the chain reminded me of the crown of thorns. Do you like it?”
“More than I can tell you. Why the stone?”
“It’s a pink topaz. That’s me. That’s my heart beating in your chest.” I bit my lip to stop the flow of emotions that was coming in like a summer storm. “You know, because of the pink hair.”
He chuckled and nodded.
“Thank you, Catherinelle, I…thank you.”
“My name is on the back of the cross. I need you to wear it, Hugo. It kills me that I can’t mark you in any way and show every skank that comes and sniffs around you that you are mine.”
He put the chain around his neck in the next second.
“I’ll never take it off, but you have to promise to wear my gift too.”
I didn’t see from what pocket he pulled the ring box out, but suddenly, it was in my face. The bright Tiffany baby blue was unmistakable, and I got excited.
