7 #What! Uncle

Luna

"You can't marry me," I said sternly, my voice laced with anger as I stared at him, my heart pounding in my chest.

"I can do anything if I want to," he retorted defiantly, his eyes filled with determination. "Don't underestimate my ability; I can do anything I set my mind to," he added confidently, his tone unwavering. The intensity in his gaze only grew stronger, as if daring me to challenge his resolve.

"You….," I wanted to shout back at him, but the words caught in my throat. His unwavering confidence and determination left me momentarily speechless, unsure of how to respond. "Why is it so hard to leave me?" The question slipped out of my mouth before I could stop it. My voice was filled with a mix of frustration and wrath.

Andrew smirked, his eyes gleaming with a hint of amusement. "Because you are the only one for me," he replied, his voice laced with a hint of longing. "No one else has ever made me feel the way you do." His words hung in the air, causing a swirl of conflicting emotions within me.

I laughed nervously, trying to hide the vulnerability that his words had stirred within me. "Yeah, in just a few hours, I have made you feel more alive and loved than anyone else ever has," I said sarcastically, a bitter tone creeping into my voice. The truth was, his words touched a raw nerve, reminding me of past disappointments and broken promises.

Andrew smirked at my response, clearly amused by my attempt to deflect his sincerity. "You can pretend all you want, but I see right through you," he said, his smirk fading into a genuine smile. His words struck a chord within me, challenging me to confront my fears and embrace the possibility of something real.

"You can't see anything; I want to be left alone," I snapped, my voice laced with frustration. The truth was, Andrew's words stirred up a mix of emotions within me: fear, vulnerability, and a glimmer of hope. I wasn't ready to let anyone in just yet, not after all the heartbreak I had endured.

"You don't," he said, pulling me close to him and wrapping his arms around me. "Then why are you so scared to stay with me for 100 days?" I looked into his eyes, searching for an answer.

Deep down, I knew that facing my fears and taking a chance at love could lead to something beautiful. But the fear of getting hurt again held me back, causing my heart to hesitate.

"I am not scared," I stammered, my voice barely audible.

His grip tightened as if he could sense my hesitation. "I can see it in your eyes," he whispered softly. "But I promise you, I will always love you and protect you. Give me a chance to show you that love can be different this time." His words resonated within me, stirring a glimmer of hope. The warmth of his embrace reassured me that maybe, just maybe, it was worth taking the risk and staying with him for those 100 days.

I sighed deeply, losing myself in the moment, and made up my mind. "Okay," I said, my voice steadier this time. "I'll give you a chance."

Andrew smiled at me, relief evident in his eyes. "Good," he said softly. "I promise you won't regret it."

"As if you gave me a choice," I mumbled under my breath, a playful smile tugging at the corners of my lips. "But how will I trust you that after 100 days you'll not bother me again?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

Andrew's smile widened as he reached out to take my hand. "Do you want me to sign a contract to guarantee my commitment?" he suggested, his eyes filled with sincerity.

I nodded my head in agreement, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. "A contract sounds like a good idea," I replied, trying to hide my growing anticipation. "Let's make it official then, so I can hold you to your word."

He smirked, ruffling my hair playfully. "Consider it done," he said confidently, taking my hand in his and intertwining our fingers. "Let's eat something to celebrate this new chapter in our lives," he suggested, his eyes sparkling with joy.

"Don't you have work to do? As for my knowledge, your men called for your help an hour ago," I reminded him, raising an eyebrow.

He chuckled, releasing my hand and giving me a playful wink. "They can handle it without me for a little while longer," he assured me. "This moment is too important to rush through. You are more important to me than anything else right now." I smiled, feeling a warmth spread through my chest.

"Sweet talker," I teased, playfully nudging him. "But these tricks won't work on me." He laughed, pulling me closer and whispering in my ear, "I don't need tricks when it comes to you. I genuinely mean every word I say." His sincerity melted my heart, and I couldn't help but blush, feeling a surge of love and happiness at that moment.

"Now come with me; let's make this moment even more special," he said, taking my hand and leading me towards a balcony overlooking a breathtaking view. A table was set in the middle of an open, sunny sky with a bouquet of my favorite flowers and a bottle of champagne chilling on ice. The romantic atmosphere made me feel like I was in a dream. Is this man for real, or am I just imagining it all? I couldn't believe how perfect everything seemed, and I couldn't help but wonder if this was too good to be true. And when was I asked to arrange for all of this? I was overwhelmed with gratitude and curiosity, eager to know how he had orchestrated such a magical surprise.

"You like it," he said, taking me to the table covered in a beautiful white tablecloth. I nodded, speechless, as he pulled out a chair for me to sit in.

I shook my head in disbelief, still unable to comprehend the surreal experience unfolding before me. It felt as though I had stepped into a fairytale, and I couldn't help but question whether this enchanting moment would last or if it would fade away like a fleeting dream.

"Champagne for breakfast? What's there to celebrate?" I asked, my voice filled with wonder and amusement. He chuckled, pouring a glass of champagne and handing it to me. As I took a sip, the bubbles danced on my tongue, adding to the whimsical atmosphere of the morning.

"Having you here with me is reason enough to celebrate," he replied, his eyes sparkling with affection. The sun bathed us in a warm glow, casting a golden hue on the surrounding scenery, and I couldn't help but feel grateful for this magical moment that seemed straight out of a storybook.

"Where did you learn to talk like that?" I asked teasingly. He laughed with a twinkle in his eye. "I didn't; I am just speaking the truth," he said, his voice filled with sincerity.

"Yeah, right," I responded playfully, rolling my eyes. "You're just trying to charm me with your words." He chuckled and pulled me closer, his touch sending shivers down my spine. "Well, if it's working, then I must be doing something right," he whispered softly, his warm breath tickling my ear.

"Andrew," I whispered, my voice barely audible as his presence overwhelmed me. He leaned in, his lips grazing against mine, and whispered back, "Yes?"

Why the hell is he so close to me? I thought, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. But in that moment, all doubts vanished as our lips finally met in a passionate kiss.

I moan as his hands wrap around my waist, pulling me even closer to him. He tastes like sweet temptation, a blend of desire and forbidden longing. Our bodies pressed against each other, igniting a fire that consumed us both.

Just when I thought I couldn't take it any longer. "Uncle," a voice very familiar called out, causing us to quickly break apart.

"What the hell are you doing with my girlfriend?" I turn my head to shout and see Levi standing there, anger etched across his face.

"Uncle..." I mumbled, staring at Andrew in shock and disbelief. The air grew heavy with tension as Levi's words hung in the air, leaving me at a loss for words.