Her First Kiss

General POV

"Thanks," Ethan continues. "There are plenty of girls at my beck and call who wouldn't hesitate to be my wife... but I want you."

Elizabeth blinks rapidly for a moment, suddenly at a loss for words.

"It seems like you've started speaking a different language entirely. Please, speak to me in English. I don't understand Portuguese," she looks keenly into his eyes.

Ethan chuckles. ‘She's witty.’

"Here's the thing: I need you to pretend to be my wife," he replies calmly.

Elizabeth almost snaps her neck as she swiftly turns to look behind her, making sure he's indeed referring to her and not someone else.

‘…’ There's no one behind her.

"I still don't quite understand you. Do you mean figuratively—"

"The exact literal meaning," Ethan cuts in.

Elizabeth falls silent for a couple of seconds, processing his words. Then she bursts out, "Are you insane? Have you lost your mind? Wait, are you a con artist? Is this some kind of joke?!"

"Those are a lot of questions, Spitfire. Easy," Ethan tries to calm her.

"Never in your life tell me 'easy' again! What the hell?! You kidnapped me to marry you?!"

"I'll pay you," Ethan interjects.

This statement is the straw that breaks the camel's back. Elizabeth flares up. "To hell with you and your money!"

"Do I look like I need your money?! Huh?! Do I look like I'm starving and need someone to help me? Take me back to where you picked me up from."

Ethan heaves a sigh in his seat. "Please, let's not do this the hard way. Just accept my proposition, and everything will be fine. I assure you."

Elizabeth laughs hysterically at his calmness. "You want to force me to do something I don't want to do—I'm not accepting any damn proposition. To hell with you and your proposition."

"Then I'm sorry, you can't leave," Ethan replies calmly.

"Sorry?" Elizabeth feels like there is something wrong with her ears.

She didn't quite hear him right.

"You'll stay here with me until you decide to become my wife," Ethan states matter-of-factly.

Elizabeth almost goes insane with disbelief. Who the hell does this man think he is?!

"Is this a joke or something?" she asks incredulously.

"You'll find out soon enough what it is," Ethan smiles a mischievous smile.

He stands up gracefully. "The maids will help you with everything you need to feel comfortable. And if you feel you need something they can't help you with, I'm at your beck and call," he winks at her.

"Good night," he nods gentlemanly.

Ethan turns around and begins to take long strides out of the living room.

Elizabeth can't believe the man is just going to bed after kidnapping her. She can't let him sleep peacefully, not after what he's done.

She lunges forward, swinging her fist toward his neck, intending to teach him a lesson he'll never forget.

But Ethan swiftly turns around and catches her small fist in the palm of his hand before it can land. He grabs her other hand and puts them both above her head, pinning her down on the couch.

Without warning, he crashes his mouth against hers.

Ethan nibbles on Elizabeth's bottom lip roughly, teasing her with his tongue, as if seeking permission.

Elizabeth parts her mouth open slightly, and his tongue swiftly slips in the next second.

This goes on for about a minute before Ethan breaks away.

"If you keep up with this attitude, I'll have you right here and now on this couch," his voice is husky and ragged.

He presses his lower region against her thighs to emphasize how serious he is.

Eyes widened, Elizabeth gazes into his glowing grey eyes sheepishly. She opens her mouth to speak, but words are stuck in her lungs.

Gathering up the ounce of sanity he has left in him, Ethan pushes himself off her.

He snickers at her flushed face. "The maids will show you to your room. Like I said before, they can help you with absolutely anything you need. Be nice, Spitfire." With that, he strides out of the living room.

Elizabeth gradually blinks sense back to her brain, trying to regain her consciousness.

This is the first time in her life... a kiss... and it's sweet and exhilarating.

Ethan's mouth had felt soft and silky, his tongue moist and enticing as it slipped into her mouth and danced with her own tongue.

Elizabeth falls into a daze, but soon snaps back to her senses as her face darkens in annoyance.

It's her first kiss, and the man is a total stranger. Ethan just stole her first kiss from her—that beast.

Derek. Derek. Anxiety courses through Elizabeth as guilt replaces the anger on her face.

She's never allowed her boyfriend to touch her, not even once. She planned on letting him tonight. However, dammit!

This stupid pervert has ruined her plans. Shattered it! He’s stolen her first kiss.

He not only abducted her but also stole her first kiss—all against her will.

Elizabeth’s POV

The maids indeed help me settle down. Three led me up the classy spiral stairs I had seen Ethan more or whatever he called himself disappear around.

Oh, so we’ll be sharing the same floor… Me and that… pervert. I want nothing but to stay faaaar away from that—

“Here’s your room, ma’am.” The lady that introduced herself as the head of the maids in the mansion jerks me out of my thoughts.

“Thank you,—” Oops, I don’t seem to remember her name.

“It’s Moana.” She replies respectfully.

I smile sheepishly at her, “thank you, Moana.”

She tips her head slightly in curtsy and turns the doorknob. The door squeaks open, revealing a gigantic room behind it.

My mouth drops open as I stare at the marvelous view before me. It’s sooo beautiful—everywhere in this huge house is beautiful—just like the other parts I’ve seen so far.

‘I can’t wait to explore.’

Shit. Did I just think that?

Explore, really, Elizabeth?!