I'm All Yours, Mr. Billionaire (UNDER SERIOUS EDITING)

20: Flowers for a Date

20: Flowers for a Date

"It was in that moment of not pretending and choosing acceptance that I found hope once again."

It may have been a little thing to have happened, but utterly unexpected at that. How could Michael have possibly known that such a tiny act could hurt Valerita to the point of tears?

But why was he even bothered? All he wants is to achieve her. To see her beg. For his charm. His touch. Warmth. Pleasure. Him.

What does it matter if she's upset?

Michael couldn't seem to put his finger on why the second he saw tears in her eyes nearly - no, most definitely, brought an agonising ache in his heart. He couldn't understand why he could most likely feel the pain she was going through.

Whatever he felt wasn't even near to what Valerita was going through. She didn't want to believe that the man who once melted her heart could be so meticulous towards her feelings.

Right now, crying alone in the comforts of her heavenly bed felt like the most peaceful thing to do. Luckily Christy seemed to have got out. Which meant there was nobody at home to disturb her.

Since her mom and dad died, all Valerita ever had was the hope of finding the family she deserves. One that was only and truely hers to keep. Friendship is family. Respect is family. But a relation is what she thought she should deserve. A man to love her and everything that comes with the story of her life. Yet that too wasn't part of what destiny planned for her. She wondered if destiny even remembers her.

Flooding her room with tears missing everything she didn't have in her life right now and wanted to. That's how she spent the rest of the day. Plus avoiding Michael's bounty of phone calls ofcourse.

About an hour after dark, a handsome young man snuck inside her penthouse suite and layed short knocks on her bedroom door, careful not to drop the bouquet of white and peach colored lillies, and the bag containing a pretty gift for a lovely young lady.

"Go away." Valerita muffled, tearful voice sounded through the door.

"Hey, Val, please. Hear me out. Ok. Just once." He pleaded. What is going on with me? He thought. Michael Cavill does not beg for a girl. Michael Cavill does not beg. Period. So, why now? "I didn't know this meant so much to you. But for this to be believable, you've got to tell me what's on your mind. Now, would you please come out of that room!"

He heard a click and the wooden door creaked open. Out stepped Valerita Monroy, looking like a tornado hit the place. But for some reason, Michael found that adorable. Her puffy, red eyes and pouty lips gave her a cute look. But the tears streaming down her cheeks made his heart cringe.

When she came out of the room, Valerita was astounded to see a dapper looking Michael holding her favorite flowers waiting outside her door. Don't fall for it! A voice in her head warned. Ofcourse, it's the oldest trick in the book.

"What? You just think some flowers and sweet talk can bail you out of this mess? Well, you're wrong. Michael, my whole life people have abandoned me and you think cliché gifts can fix the fact that I've been robbed of my last chance at actually having a family. That is low even for you Mr. Cavill." Maybe in a different tone, her formal address for him might have had a ring to it, but right now, it just sound like she spat his name right infront of him.

"Now, you listen Ms. Monroy," he was definitely not letting her have it. "You and I both know the kind of man I am. I don't do romance or sweet stuff, but cut me some slack ok! I am trying over here, but you're not even doing that much. So, you won't get the husband you wanted, well wake up Val, couse there are a million other people who feel the same way. You don't need time to let the fact sink, you're just trying to delay it so that you get a chane to change it. But here I am. Giving you that chance. It's your choice to make. You can either let fate have what it wants and be my fiancé, allowing your already crumbling company to stabalize, or you say goodbye and I leave your life for good. Let me just remind you, I don't need you. It's the other way around. If you choose the latter, your loss. If you choose the first, I'll be waiting downstairs. Get dressed in something formal." He finishes calmy after a not so calm start. And cue the first man that has ever bossed around Valerita Monroy and looked devilishly hot doing it. What woman could ask for more? Val.

He turned to leave but Valerita caught his sleeve before he could. "I'm sorry." He faced her. "But Michael, I thought those flowers were for me." She smiled sweetly and gained one from him in return. Just because you could doesn't mean you should.

"Don't be late." He warned, handing her the lovely bouquet.

"Wait in the living room. Make yourself at home." She smelled the lillies as he nodded and walked towards the living room.

When most women are given five minutes, even five hours aren't enough. But Valerita Monroy is not most women.

She came out wearing a cute checkered cream colored jumpsuit that ended mid thigh with a simply pearl and emerald chain around her waist, jewelry to match and strappy sandles, finishing the look leaving her lovely hair down, exactly five minutes later.

"Wow." The uncanny hot man sitting on Valerita's couch murmered under his breath. Well of course that's the only word Michael could come up with after feasting his eyes on the beauty that is his fiancé. Suddenly taking her out didn't seem like a great idea, but he would do anything for a night to be spent with her. Anything.

What he would give to curl his arm around that waist, carress that flawless rosy cheek, lay those lovely plump lips on his, trace the whole outline of her sexy, firm body....

"I'm ready. Can we go?" Her angelic voice broke through his line of shameful thoughts.

"Yeah of course, let's go." He hastily recovered from his momentary lapse of focus, to focus instead.

It was only when they were in the elevator, where neither could escape, did he speak his mind, making the goddess infront of him blush furiously. "You are a temptress, Val."

AN

Welcome to my present to you all after conquering my finals. Woohoo!

This so adorable, I know. ;)

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