Marry Me

Ryan’s POV

Love is the most beautiful feeling in this world. When we love someone, we forget about their rights or wrong. The person close to our heart will remain close, whether they have undesirable traits or are good.

Amaya is my sweetheart, my childhood crush, my love. She is the daughter of my dad’s friend, James Evan. We got engaged in childhood, and I loved her from that time.

She sometimes behaved cold and rude, but I knew she also loved me. Besides my lover, she is my best friend who knew me so well. She is my confidence.

She agreed to marry me after trying for two years. She loves me but runs from the marriage thing.

But today, she will be mine because today is the day of our marriage.

My wait would end today because I waited for this day for the last 14 years.

Standing in front of the mirror, I looked at myself. I was ready in a navy blue tuxedo and brown shoes. In the mirror, I can see my hidden member in my pants, who'll feel the warmth of her folds today.

We never did sex as she didn’t talk to me about this stuff. She is a shy girl who doesn’t like this before marriage, and I have saved myself just for her. Even though my desires are still high, I restrained myself for her.

Today my wait would end, and I would have her to my heart’s content.

After giving myself a final touch, I moved to the bridal room. I had made this room especially for her because it has a back door for me. I wanted to see her before everyone else. That’s why I went to see her.

When I moved inside the room, it was empty. I walked to the dressing room inside the bridal room; and knocked on the door. When Amaya didn’t speak, I opened the door, and it was also empty. The wedding dress was present there. This dress I brought for her myself because she didn’t like shopping, so I did everything. I took the dress in my hand and dialed her number, but it had powered off. I called her again, but it had switched off. Putting the dress back on the couch, I saw a note fall from it on the floor.

With a confused look, I picked it up and started reading but my expressions hardened and finally I lost it when I reached the end of the letter.

“Ryan darling, sorry to leave you behind, but I’m going far away from you, enjoying my life. You were never my type, so I’m going with the person who is my love and my life. You know Jacob is from our college. He was my love, but you wouldn’t be able to find out, you dumb head. I was with you just because of my dad, but now I’m going with Jacob because I can’t marry you. Thank you for everything, even saving your dick, but listen to me. I already had Jacob’s dick, and I enjoyed it. Don’t die because of me. Bye, sweetheart.”

My blood boiled with anger, and I instantly called Damien my best friend.

“Hello,”

“Amaya, ran away with Jacob. Search every airport and find her. I want her right now.”

“But,”

I ended the call and moved out of the mansion. I hopped in my car and went to the nearest airport to find her.

How dare to leave me? I was hell annoyed because I loved her for 14 years and what she gave me. She should have told me, but no, she said nothing to me.

I took her silence as shyness, but no, she cheated on me.

She didn’t like me from the start, but I was getting mad at her. Damn, damn, damn.

I reached the nearby airport in agony and rage. Only my name was enough to find out, but I went myself there, and on seeing me there, they did my work in a few minutes.

But to my bad luck or her luck, the flight she had taken off, and she flew away from me in Paris.

In brokenness and defeat, I drove off my car back to the mansion, but soon after the drive of some minutes, a girl from nowhere bumped into my car. I applied brakes, and the car stopped with a jerk. I got out of the car when that girl ran to me for help.

"Please help me. Two men are chasing me. Please help." I looked at her from head to toe, and she was the package of hotness. She was looking like a dismal in distress. I found her tempting. I was staring at her when I heard a voice from behind.

"Hey you, hand her over to us."

From the voice of the men, she panicked and went behind me. She was trembling as she held my arm between her tiny hands and hid behind my broad chest.

“Please, save me.” Her voice was full of fear.

I looked at her over my shoulder. Tears were glistening in her hazel-green eyes and the cheek had the visible print of someone's hand. Her lips were quivering, and she looked tempted to me, even in this situation. I didn't know why? I gulped down before turning to the men who had just shouted at me again.

“Hey, give her to us. She belonged to our master.”

Without turning back, I asked her.

“Do you know them?”

"No," she refused with her shaky voice. I didn't know why I felt this need to protect her, to save her.

“She doesn’t know you. So fuck off.” I turned my back to them to relax her a bit, but she screamed when one of them attacked me from behind.

Because of her scream, I could find that the man had attacked me, so I dodged his attack effortlessly and yelled.

“I said fuck off.”

“We won’t go without this girl.” those words left from their mouth and I lost it because I was already on the edge because of Amaya and now I got a good punching bag. I punched him in his face and broke his bloody nose.

The other man yelled and attacked me, but I beat them like a beating drum. I was already in a bad mood, so I took out all my frustration and punched them like a punching bag. Soon, both of them were lying on the ground in an unconscious state.

“If a girl is not willing, then stop forcing her.” I stated, arranging my suit, and moved towards her. She was standing beside my car with her mouth touching the ground, obviously because of me.

Coming from those men to her, I examined her figure from head to toe, and couldn't stop myself from admiring. Her body has well-defined curves in perfect places, and her bosom was exactly to my liking.

The dress was tight, putting her curves on display. I smirked, looking at how she attempted to pull her dress to cover her ass.

She wasn't comfortable in that dress, but why wear it when you're not? I frowned, but looking at the change of her expressions when she found me staring at her made a way of smiling to creep into my lips after a hectic and stressful day. She was blushing, and I knew I was the reason behind it.

I approached her, and she put her hair strand behind her ear in nervousness.

“Umm, thanks for saving me,” she spoke in her soft voice, biting her lower lip. I bet she was a seductress. The way she was seducing me. Her act could send jolts of happiness down to your groin, but right now I wasn't interested. Ignoring her hotness and all the things I spoke about.

“It’s Alright. What is your name? And tell me your address. I’ll drop you home.” I didn’t even complete my sentence when my cell phone rang. I took it out of my pants pocket and answered.

“Where are you? Everyone is waiting for you and Amaya. The media and press are probing. Come home soon.” It was a call from my dad, Roman Walter.

“I’m coming,” I ended the call and turned my attention towards the girl who was looking at her bare feet because, while running, maybe her heels have left behind. I again examined her from head to toe. She was beautiful. A plan brewed in my brain. I cleared my throat and asked her.

“Are you single?”

“Huh, what do you mean?” Clearly she felt awkward about this question.

“Do you have any boyfriend?” I changed my question to make it easier for her.

She hesitated for a second, then shook her head.

“Good, then marry me.” I asked her directly. I couldn't waste more time because everyone was waiting for me. Just for Amaya, I couldn't make fun of myself in front of the entire country.

However, she was dumbstruck by my question. The way she looked at me clearly told me she didn't believe what I had just said.

“What? What do you mean?” she stuttered.

“I said marry me.”

“Why would I marry you? I know you saved me, but it does not mean I have to marry you.” Her voice was soft yet solemn, and I found it annoying right now.

“Do you know if they took you with them What would they have done to you?”

She didn’t speak. I tried to blackmail her because I needed a bride for me right now.

“I helped you, so now it’s your time to help me.”

“Help you. How?” she looked at me with her hazel green orbs in which uncertainty was clear.

“Marry me.”