8

It was supposed to be one date, then I'm out.

Or three dates, max.

But I couldn't stop myself from asking her to the fourth date, and then the fifth, sixth, seventh, and suddenly I’ve lost count already. Though I'm aware we've been going out for 7 months now.

I know, I'm asking the same question too; what the hell am I doing now.

That every Saturday I would drag my ass to her house, pick her up, spend the whole day with her, then send her home, and repeat it all over again the next Saturday.

I'm so relieved when that babysitting job before our first date is her last encounter with my family. So, so grateful that she got a new stable job the week after and is very happy with the new environment and the pay. Though I can't help but still spend money on her.

For an immature and innocent-looking girl like her, to be a high school teacher, is a bit contradicting. I bet she looked like one of her students instead of a 25 year old teacher.

"Yes!" Her eyes brim with happiness when she agrees to be my girlfriend. Seven months of dating, then on one fine day in Spring, I finally popped the question.

"So now can we tell people we're together?"

Because she is so against it when we were dating. She claims that this thing between us should just stay between us, things could go south if we don't make it considering her sister is my assistant.

"Don't you think it's too soon?" She asks in her usual adorable way as she leans in to kiss me.

"If you consider seven months is too soon then yeah," I retract myself after I return her kiss, wanting to get back to the conversation.

She's not gonna win today. She has been winning this every time I brought it up so no, I'm not backing down. I want to show her off, I want to tell everyone she's mine.

She naughtily puts her hand on my thigh, then moves it inch by inch towards the apex of my legs, finally caressing my hard on. Fuck, I hate it every time she teases me like this. And loving it the same. Urgh.

You wouldn't believe this but uhh, we've never fucked. The furthest we've done is make out but nope, my cock has never made it out yet.

If it's up to me, of course I'd fuck her on the first date itself. But no, my Mother raised me to be a perfect gentleman, to get to know the girl first and treat her with respect, to ensure we are both ready for it.

I'm not going to force her and will not doubt her feelings for me if she doesn't want to sleep with me because love is not measured by sex or the lack of it.

Or in my case, the non-existence of it.

"Do you want to stay with me tonight?" I respect her, I never wanted to force her, and I am perfectly fine to wait until she's ready to go to the next step but tonight, urghh. I want her.

Please say yes.

***

"Are you sure you're not gay?"

Maddy and William laugh hearing Mom's enquiry. Despite the hysterical laughter coming from those two clowns, she's as serious as ever.

"I don't mind if you like men. As long as you're happy."

Moments like this make me want to tell them especially Mom that I am indeed straight as a stick, and have been in a relationship with Eve for more than a year now. In fact we're celebrating our second anniversary in two weeks.

Can you believe it? I've been her boyfriend for 1 year and 11 months and 2 weeks. Damn I love that girl.

"He's gay alright," Maddy interrupts, "He didn't even respond to my friends when they flirt with him last week."

That's not called gay, that's loyalty. I'm loyal to my girlfriend. I'm loyal to Eve.

"Do you know he pretends not to hear Jenny when she talked to him at the fundraiser? Jenny, my friend Jenny. THE Jenny. Of course he's gay, Mom!"

I admit Jenny is pretty and classy, I would've been interested if I'm not involved with Eve. Too bad I'm madly in love with my soon to be fiancee.

Yup you got it right, I'm going to propose to her next month. I'm just waiting for the ring I ordered three months ago to arrive then I'll kneel in front of her and ask her to marry me.

Being with her has been the highlight of my day/week/month/year/heck-even-life, and I sure as hell look forward to spend the rest of my life with her. If it takes a wedding to make her agree to announce our relationship to the world, then I'll do it. I'll fucking marry her and make her the happiest girl ever.

If I haven't done that already.

***

Whenever it's summer break, Eve would spend most of her days at my penthouse instead of at her own place that she shares with her sisters. Most days, which means Sundays are excluded because she refuses to join the Sunday family brunch.

She is still firm with her decision to make our relationship a secret, even if we're engaged now. Hihi she said yes to me five months ago.

Sometimes I protested, but most of the time I'm okay with it. Because I truly love her, it doesn't matter if I can't share this news with others. We don't need them anyway, we don't need anyone but ourselves in this relationship.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" She blushes when I observe her intensely.

Her body is a mystery I can't seem to unravel because it makes me hot and bothered every time I see it. Every, single, time. Too bad we just finished a round a few minutes ago so she's drinking water to replenish her energy. Or more to sooth her throat from all the screaming.

If I know she's this insatiable, I would have fucked her since the first date.

"Marry me before the year ends?" It's end of August and the summer break will end in a matter of days. The thought of not having her at my place when I'm home is killing me.

I'm so used to playing house with her since last year when she decided to spend the entire school break with me, and again this year. I desperately want her here permanently, not just in summers.

I want her to kiss me goodbye when I go to work, and welcome me with her sweet smile and pussy when I'm back home. Good God, what a life it would be.

And to imagine us having our own kids, shit. I'm way ahead on this but I can't help it, I really want to have a family with her.

So enough is enough, I'm going to marry her this year. I'll make it my personal mission if I have to but I will persuade her into a yes.

"You know what my plan is." She tries to dodge the bullet again. I don't understand this, I really don't.

I proposed five months ago at a yacht I rented specifically for that occasion and she said yes, she even cried for how happy she was. So why? Why is she delaying our wedding heck she doesn't even want to talk about it and keeps on distracting me with sex.

Fine I'm a weak man but she's insatiable, remember?

"Yeah you told me you plan to marry at 28, which is next year. Potato-potato, next year is just a few months away. Would it make a difference if we have the wedding this year? Hmmm?" I pull her to my chest and smell her hair.

She still has the same sweet scent like the first time we met. It's been exactly three years. And my interest towards her grows every minute.

Mom has been nagging about my age recently, complaining that I'm already 32 and she has no objection if I'm really gay; she just wants to see my partner.

Believe me Mom, I've been wanting you to meet the love of my life since 2 years ago but it's okay, I should respect Eve too.

But I promise you will meet her before the year ends. I promise she'll be my bride, Mom.