Marry me instead

Celine’s POV

I walked down the stairs and stopped in front of Sabrina. I crossed my arms while relaxing back a bit, a wide smirk on my face.

Sabrina’s face squeezed into a hard frown. She clutched and forced herself to smile.

“You really are so spoilt like the rumors said,” she let out.

I snorted.

“What can you do about this?” I asked.

She took a step forward, her eyes filled with malice. Probably thinking of strangling me. That made me even more excited; I was crushing her without even trying.

“You think Dave would keep you forever?” Her expression turned into a smug one. “Soon, he’s going to discard you.”

I paused, her words managed to shoot an arrow at me. I didn’t know why, but for a second there, I felt afraid. I clenched as I slowly breathed in.

“Dave will never abandon me,” I told her.

Sabrina burst into laughter suddenly, the action made me frown hard. I clenched my jaws, wanting to tear that smile off her lips.

“What’s funny?” I snapped at her.

She stopped and glared directly at me. “That you think your little crush on him would mean anything,” she replied sharply.

“Four years ago, he took you in because of guilt. He helped your father’s company,” Sabrina added.

I stared at her, lips parted slightly. My courage seemed to fail me for no reason as I listened to her.

“Now, he wants to live his life with me. You wouldn’t be such a pest and continue to leech off of him, will you?” A hard smirk tugged at her lips, her eyes filled with contempt as she looked at me.

My expression hardened to mask my hurt with anger. I stepped closer to her, gritting my teeth as I raised my hand to hit Sabrina. But then, I heard Dave’s voice.

Quickly, I threw myself on the floor and let out a hard scream. “Aha!”

Everyone was thrown into confusion at my sudden action. I gripped my face and lifted teary eyes at Sabrina, who looked shocked to see my act.

“I’m sorry, Sabrina,” I cried out.

Her eyes widened slowly, before she had the chance to respond, Dave rushed forward to me. He slowly picked me up from the floor, and I let him, pretending to be weak.

“Are you okay?” he asked worriedly.

I gave a feeble nod, and turned to Sabrina, who was standing there, mouth agape.

“She wants me to leave. She said I was a pest,” I told Dave.

His countenance shifted instantly, a dark, smoldering look settled across his face as he turned to Sabrina.

“Did you really say that to her?” Dave asked, his voice dropping into a dangerously quiet tone.

Sabrina’s confidence faltered. She swallowed hard, her eyes widening as she struggled to meet his gaze. “I…I didn’t say…” she stammered, her voice suddenly barely above a whisper.

I tried to hide my smirk. I tugged at Dave’s arm and blinked up at him with a soft, weak gaze.

“Did you see me as a leech too?” I asked, my eyes closed to tears.

Dave’s glare hardened against Sabrina. “From now on, you’re not allowed to come here without my permission,” he ordered.

Then he lifted me into his arms in a swift move. I clung my arms around his neck and grinned. Sabrina grabbed him, looking furious.

“We just got engaged. You can’t…” she tried to argue.

Dave interrupted her. “Jeff, see her out.”

With that, he carried me upstairs, not glancing back at Sabrina, who shouted after him as she was thrown out.

Satisfaction fueled my heart as I rested in Dave’s arms, I relaxed my head against his chest and took in his cologne.

He’s mine.

**

When we got to the bedroom, Dave dropped me onto the bed with a thud. I let out a low grunt and stared up at him, wondering what he meant by that. But his cold face met mine, I cowered immediately.

“Are you done acting?” he asked.

I blinked rapidly, certain I had heard wrong. My mouth fell open as I stared at Dave. How did he figure out I was lying?

I gulped down quickly and turned my face away, picking up a pillow and clinging to it.

“She started it,” I mouthed. “Who the hell does she think she is, coming here and spewing nonsense?”

I bit my lower lip as I tried to suppress my anger.

Dave moved close and took his seat at the edge of the bed. He remained silent for a moment, and I thought that he might scold me.

“Do you hate her so much?” he suddenly asked, his voice surprisingly soft.

I was caught completely off guard by the unexpected gentleness in his voice. My brows lifted in surprise, and my expression faltered as I stared back at him.

“Yes,” I answered in a breath. “Will that stop you from marrying her?”

I asked, and gazed into his eyes, waiting anxiously for his answer.

He didn’t answer immediately; instead, his hands gripped my shoulders gently. His gaze held mine.

“Whether Sabrina or not, I have to get married someday,” he said.

I paused. So it doesn’t matter who?

“Marry me,” I breathed out, my gaze still holding his. My lips parted slightly as I watched his expression.

He looked completely still, and it frightened me. I meant it; I want him to be mine forever, no one else.

In that moment, a dangerous thought crossed my mind, and as I thought of executing it, my heart slammed a little harder against my chest.

I bit my lips a little hard, feeling too nervous. I braced myself and shifted my eyes to his lips.

Those gorgeous temptations were staring right back at me. I hesitated, moving slowly. My face leaned in carefully, my lashes flicked a bit as my lips touched his.

The sensation sent a cool chill down my spine. My breath stopped in a rush of panic and excitement.

It tasted just as I imagined, even far better. It made me feel greedy for more.

Dave didn’t react still. So, I decided to take that as a sign to go ahead and make more moves, but I was suddenly pushed back in a hard pull.