I Choose You

Chapter-01: The Start of something new

"Marry me?" He asked producing a ring from his pocket.

"Ye- yes." She stammered as she nodded.

He took her left hand.

Her slender finger slid through the spiral silver object tenderly. The alluring diamond that lied on top was a panhandlers wealth beckon; it was quite expensive, and it wasn't a surprise. He had literally had been fed with a gold spoon from birth until now, after thirty years.  

He was a sturdy man, with a sinfully handsome body and a heart stopping smile. His hair was black, more like raven's feathers, curly and so gleamy, it seem to reflect the softest of lights. His body was muscular as if he had been lifting a tonne of weights, tall and honey-tanned.

His pupils appeared as if they were Jades, they were icy green and captivating. When you stare into them it was like a magnet pulling a metal.

He always dressed spontaneously, formally in tuxedoes and casual in jeans and shirt over that well sized body of his. Despite his wealth, he was never a party lover, worst arrogant.

No complaints could be made about her either, she was down to earth and sometimes reserved, that and other things were catalysts of his attraction to her. She was a superb specimen, beauty ran through her body straight down to her heart. Her hair was long, straight and dark brown.

Her lips to him was a savory dessert, sweet and not to mention soft. Her eyes were golden brown, she possessed the body of a catwalk model. There was no way she couldn't get what she wanted by a snap a finger.

She sighed and slowly tore her eyes away from her hand and looked up at him.

He delicately took her hand into his and bowed to gently kiss it, though a regular effect of his kisses, her body started to tremour.

He rose his head and wrapped his hands around her small waist and lifted her from the ground in a hug. She wrapped her hands around his neck as he brought her back to her feet. He pulled her closer to him, so close that the wind had to re-route, and then her rested his forehead on hers and stared auspiciously into her eyes.

He moved closer, covering her lips with his sweet and immense kiss, resting an emblem his ecstasy in her soul.

He dared his hands not to stray down to her rear.

She opened her mouth widely to deepen the kiss, it made her knees qualm and weak. He bit her lips before he trailed kisses to her ears, her insides were scorching hot now.  It wasn't anything normal, it was like being in the middle of a blazing fire with no escape. The feeling was mutual. All the blood rushed south, giving him a tingle in his groin. He kissed her again softly on her lips and her consciousness began to slowly float away. He was drenching her with his lips and though he touching her gently, her body was aching. He continued to kiss her, so long that eternity had passed but he wasn't capable of moving away from her and he was satisfied that her lips were throbbing in his mouth.

A light hand rested on his shoulder and he growled.

"Can't I kiss my fiancé in peace?" He growled.

"Mr. Knight, a Stacy King is here to see you, she says it is very urgent, I am sorry to have disturbed you." It was Bretton secretary, a blonde with blue eyes, wearing a black satin dress.

"What the hell is she doing here?" He inquired and started glancing around the ballroom.

He began to wonder what nonsense Stacy was bringing to him now, to ruin she perfect moment; when he finally found a woman that he would be spending the rest of his life with. And how did Stacy get into this hotel?, the party was private, only for its members.

Stacy King was a strawberry blonde gold digger that Bretton met in Las Vegas, he was in a hotel with his friends and she was a maid there. She had tried so hard to make a good impression and just for the fun of it he allowed her to seduce him.

They had a fling, and Bretton thought it was fun while it lasted and moved on but even after he returned front Vegas to Manhattan she had been stalking him. Sometimes as a hoax, she would send her favourite chocolate and flowers to him but he didn't think it was humorous and now she was here, in this hotel, so near to his lifeline, the woman he loved.

"Bret, who's Stacy King?" Lee-ann, his fiancé, arms were folded while she asked the question but she was still smiling contently, though it just made Bretton's heart race. He sighed and kissed her again, her feet felt numb and her body was taut, the way he kissed her was so passionate and it was as of he was kissing her to last for eternity.

He released her and kissed her cheek and then paused, thinking deeply of the words he'd answer her with, he would have to choose them carefully.

"She is someone from the past that I wish I'd never had to deal with again. We should talk in private a little later about that too, Payson where is Stacy?" Bretton asked his secretary.

"She is sitting at the west-wing hall of the hotel lobby, Mr. Bretton, sir, I don't think that you should take Miss Shields with you, Miss King addressed herself as your wife." Payson whispered to her boss.

"Uh, honey, I think I'll be going now. See you both tomorrow, good night." Lee-ann began towards the exit of the ball room.

"Lee, sweetheart." Bretton called to her, but she didn't stop walking, he sighed again. He turned towards the lobby along with Payson, curiosity was flowing through his veins, but he also had a heavy heart for this woman, she was his retired stalker. As Payson pointed out Stacy, Bretton's held onto his chest as if he was going to have a heart attack. He wasn't sure but this woman gave him goose-pimples, in an abhorrent self-satisfying way.

She stood and began to walk over to him with a sway in her broad hips. Stacy was not a big-boned woman, he'd remember, but now,  she seemed to have put on a couple of pounds, her breasts were way bigger, it was obvious, courtesy to the deep V-neck design of her white cotton dress, it fitted neatly to her curves and blended with the silver accessories that she wore.

"My wife?" Bretton said, folding his arms with a grimace on his face. "What kind of games are you playing now Stacy?" He cleared his throat.

"I'm sure that this bimbo that you just bought a three million dollars ring can't compare to this." She said with a gruesome tone while she pointed to her body. She began to twirl the end of her long strawberry blonde ponytail on her fingers and then smiled.

"Excuse me?" Bretton was so irritated, he felt as if he was a thermometer, placed into a pot of boiling water. With the years of experience of dealing with crazy people, he managed his anger.

"What is it that she has that I don't? She is just a stuck up broad who is acting as if she is the queen of England or something." Stacy said, plainly. Many things ran through his mind, like throttling her, but he just sighed.

"In the real world, where my I belong, my fiancé's attitude is that of a highly trained and qualified woman, that is serene and responsible, a woman that you'll never be. Why are you here?"

"I am here to take you home." She said attempting to take his hand, he snatched it away. "It seems as if she has one hand on your bank account and the other gripping your balls."

"I really don't mind, because that's the same thing you'll be doing and you'll do it with your legs open to every guy as well. You shouldn't kid yourself Stacy, you were a one timer and I don't think you'd corrupt my reputation if you tried. You are playing with fire and by the time you are finished, you'd be sorry that you didn't get burn." Bretton looked around the lobby, the surrounding was luxurious, the furniture were holding a design of chandelier shapes at each foot of the chairs, these chairs were made from ash wood and polished finely until it appeared like a mirror. The walls were painted in a white tint, each section and cemented column had a carved flower emblem. He would have been fascinated by the sight, if he wasn't disturbed by this woman.

"Just because you stuck your dick into me doesn't give you the right to speak to me as if you own me. You are the reason I'm in this damn place, please don't tell me that you didn't realise my body weight. My son, Michael, is two years old, I had him nine months after Vegas, you are a smart guy Bretton, do the math." She said with a smug grin on her face and folded her arms, waiting for him to speak.