“No.” I say more anxious than ever to get it back into my hand and onto hers.
“Very well. Give me five minutes while I clean it and then it is all yours.” She walks to the back of the store with the whole case and the ring that is going to change my life in her hands. My hands won’t sit still while I wait, my impatience showing in more ways than one. I feel…I don’t know. Something. It’s not nervous, per say, about the proposal. I am just not sure if she is ready for this.
“My sister is going to love that ring, Danhy,” Anatoli says to me. I look at him and smile knowing that much is true.
“Thanks man. It reminds me of her. Classic, yet different. Bright, but not loud. Sweet but with a spicy side. She is everything I always knew I needed,” I tell him, my hands begin to sweat.
“Here you go. All set. It was so nice to meet you. Both of you,” she mumbles that last part, her head looking down. I grab the ring box from her and begin to walk out. Opening the door, I see he hasn’t left the counter and it doesn’t like he is going to anytime soon. I shrug and shake my head as I walk out. I have important things to take care of. Like getting my soon-to- be wife to talk to someone. Anyone. I just need to know that she is not just in shock and that she is really ready for this. Once this ring is on her finger, she is mine for life.
Chapter Twelve
Zoya
I haven’t said anything to Danhy about the nightmares, but now I know that I have to. They started a couple of nights ago and haven’t stopped. I thought I was handling it, but I am definitely not. Yesterday, I woke up crying and shaking a bit. Thankfully, Danhy was already at work, but the damage was done. I know I need to talk to someone. I clearly have some latent issues with my ordeal. When we first got here, he told me his nephew, Bill, is a pastor and provides counseling services. I will call his office and see if he can squeeze me in.
I have been watching television for days, I am tired of being inactive. I’ve used Danhy’s treadmill for hours. When I finally step off of it, I take a hot shower and take my time getting ready for meeting the rest of the Jorgensen clan, mainly Danhy’s nieces, nephews, and their spouses. His nephews, Loki and Hank, own a restaurant. I googled it. It has an elegant Viking feel and I can’t wait to try the food I saw on the menu.
I am barely dry when I hear the beep beep of the alarm indicating the door has been opened and the alarm successfully deactivated. I am putting lotion on when he bursts into the bedroom, scaring the shit out of me. The lotion in my hand goes flying, landing with a wet thud across the room.
“Danhy? What the hell?” I ask grabbing my towel from the back of the chair and walking over to the mess.
“Leave it,” he demands.
“It’ll strip the varnish,” I say laughing at him.
“Damn it Zoya. Just leave it for now,” he says so urgently I drop the towel on the spill and turn to him.
“What’s wrong, Danhy?” He rarely calls me Zoya and I begin to fear the worst. He’s sending me away. He’s already tired of me.
“Nothing. Everything is right. I thought about how to do this since the minute I met you. I had something grand planned, but I just now decided against. You’re so fucking beautiful, you leave me speechless,” he says closing the space between us.
“So, you’re not breaking up with me?” I ask.
“Fuck no. Never. In fact,” he says getting down on one knee in front of me. “Will you…”
“Wait, are you proposing to me while I am naked?” I ask incredously, but so fucking happy I can’t stand it.
“Trying to,” he says chuckling.
“Sorry. Please continue,” I say giggling a little.
“There isn’t another woman on this planet who makes me feel like you do. You are everything I’ve needed; will you be my wife?”
“Yes!” I shout jumping up and down. He slides the most gorgeous ring I have seen in my life on my finger and stands up. He kisses me and it somehow feels different than all the kisses we’ve shared so far.
His kiss turns feral and I lose my mind. Moaning, I rip open the dress shirt he has on, sending buttons flying everywhere. Suddenly, I am on my back in bed while he sheds his pants. Then his hard cock is sliding into my pussy slowly. Mewling, I claw at his back as he fully seats himself inside of me. Looking at me, he leans down and kisses me sweetly.