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His eyes went to the floor. He had no answer for me. But then he said, "This isn't the life I always wanted to have. I didn't think of myself the second those bullets went off. I didn't think of anything but one person."
That time I looked him right in the eye.
"I thought of you, Angelina. I thought about protecting you. I worried that something was going to happen to you."
It made my heart melt. It took away the anger that I had bubbling up inside of me. It wasn't even real anger. It was just more of an inconvenience laced with uncertainty. " Okay. Maybe we should just move on from this."
He nodded. "I agree. I wanted to ask you something before we went through all this."
There went my heart once more. It would probably break some record for how many flutters it had in a day. "Ask your question. I'm all ears."
He took a moment before saying it. That only increased the suspense for me. "I think we should take engagement photos."
From fluttering to stopping, my heart didn't know what to do at that moment because that was such a sweet thing to hear. But at the same time, was he just doing it because he wanted to make the contract look real? Of course, he was doing it for that reason, but how much was it for the other? I quickly pushed those thoughts out of my head because they weren't doing anything for me. The last thing that I needed in those moments was negativity. I had had enough of that.
"I would like that," I said, leaving out a million different thoughts that could have gone with that.
"All right, great. We'll take the photos next weekend. I have a photographer and everything."
I couldn't help but smile. It was a type of excitement that I definitely wanted to be used to. Even getting that ring had given me goosebumps, but taking engagement photos, whether fake or not, was every girl's dream.
The week leading up to the engagement photos was super slow. All I wanted to do was take them and experience that. I had no idea why but I kept having this vision I would never experience again. This wasn't and done thing for me. And that was crazy because Tomaso was not a one-and-done type of thing. I tried thinking positively and telling myself he would be around long-term. But at the same time, I don't know. It was seeping in.
Don't get me wrong, the week was nice. There were no gun battles, and that was always a perk. I slept next to Tomaso. We had breakfast, lunch and dinner together. We watched movies. We got along like a couple even though a contract hovered over us.
"Tomorrow is the big day. I saw you bought yourself a dress for the engagement photos."Tomaso said while we watched Forrest Gump on the couch together.
I smiled. " I did buy a dress. It's not every day that I will be in front of a professional photographer."
"Are you excited about it?"
I was surprised by his question. But also, I was intrigued over whether or not he was. "I am excited. Again, I'm never in front of a professional photographer. I don't have occasions like this. You know?"
"I get it. I'm glad you can find some enjoyment throughout this whole thing."
Do I ask it? Why not? " Are you excited about the engagement photos?"
An answer did not arrive immediately. But whatever. That was okay. There was one coming. I could sense it. "Is it weird if I say that I am? Are guys not supposed to be excited about these types of things?"
I laughed. Weirdly enough, I thought about the gunfight the other day. My life was moving so quickly, and none of it made sense. What a cute little moment surrounded by uncertainty. " No. I'm glad you're excited."
We left it at that. At least there were only 24 hours left until I would get that day.
When those 24 hours were up, I squeezed myself into this strapless golden dress, I might add. It made my cleavage look great. Besides that, I also felt pretty after my makeup and hair were done. On the inside as well. Looking at myself in the mirror, I knew where my soul was. For the first time since signing the contract, I could look myself in the eyes and know I was putting my best foot forward. I was making an effort with everything that involved Tomaso. I was looking for good and healthy results. I wasn't in it for anything devious. And so I could sleep at night. I didn't feel bad about myself. I still did worry that I would get killed at any time by one of his enemies, but I pushed that to the back of my head.
I gave myself one last look over and then left the bedroom.
Downstairs, Tomaso had gotten ready in that bathroom. He wanted to give me space which I found cute. I also liked it because it was a little surprise. Seeing him for the first time in his suit, he was stunning. Even though I love to see him in it, I also wanted to rip that suit right off him.
"You look amazing."
His eyes were going up and down like an elevator toward me. " Me? You look absolutely stunning. Such an hourglass figure. Turn around and let me see that ass."
I started to laugh almost hysterically. My cheeks definitely went red. Despite those two embarrassing things, I did a little spin for him. When I was done spinning, I looked into his eyes; it was like looking into a lion's eyes. I felt wanted in the best of ways.
" Looking real fine, girl," Tomaso said. He moved in and kissed me for the first time since everything that had gone down with that gun battle, and after a week of feeling like friends. His lips were warm and inviting. I had no idea why, but I felt emotional kissing him. It was like a surge of relief mixed with desire. My hands went up to his face to hold him there. His hands rested on my hips. Both sensations made me wet. But I knew none of that would be taken care of because we had photos coming up. That was okay because, again, I was excited.
He had us go there in the limo. This was also exciting because I had never been in a limo before. Granted, he had his men follow behind us. I wasn't surprised by this. I actually felt kind of safe. Safe in an unsafe way. I had these thoughts of all his men being assassinated and then just me being left there. But whatever. You could look at things differently, and I would choose the positive. We were surrounded by cars and people protecting us. There was no need to worry about a bullet hitting me.
