To Love Her?

Zachary

She had fallen asleep. Damn, a while ago, I just saw a full mold of her breast. It was small but perky. I slowly move and throw the throw pillows as I look at her sleeping. She moved and turned in my direction.

"Move away." She muttered. I didn't. Instead, I join her on the duvet and face her.

"Let's have sex."

"Fuck yourself." She muttered. She turned back and pulled the cover over her head.

"Let's watch porn." I offer with a grin.

"Just go fuck yourself." She said it again, but it sounds cute.

"I wanted you to watch me fuck myself," I smirked and waited for her reaction.

She sat up like a zombie and started smacking me with the pillow. I complain and cover myself from her wild attack. I grabbed her wrist, pinned her down, and got in between her legs. Her eyes widen as I move down kissing her mouth. She might have felt that I am aroused because of her. I don't care. This innocent one needs a lecture.

I kiss her deeply, trusting my tongue, and kiss her more sensually than the last time. I felt my crotch grinding on her, but I stopped and just kissed her though I wanted to grind it more until I came.

I scoop one of her breasts feeling how soft it is. I heard her gag a few moans and her wrist trying to get away from my grip. One of my hands holds both wrists above her head. She has small wrists and I have long big hands to hold both of them with one hand

"Just feel it. You did this to me." I mutter on her ear huskily as we both catch our breath. Damn, why this woman? I see a lot of imperfection but still, she looked so perfect. Her eyes dilated as she looked into my eyes. I kiss her chin and squeeze the other breast. She gapes and clears her throat. "I think we will work out." I kissed her lips and smiled at her.

"Your hand." She cleared her throat. "Move it away from my breast." She scolded. I only smiled and took one of them to my mouth through the fabric. She gasped and pushed me. I giggled and kissed her mouth more. I don't know that she could be this addictive.

I slipped my hand under her sweater and she seemed unable to move. She's only gasping some air and then her breath hitches. I was about to reach it when she pushed me away, sat up, and pulled pillows to cover herself. I was also baffled by what I did but she liked it, didn't she?

She also looked adorable in that way. Looking flushed and annoyed at the same time.

"Stupid moron!" she scowled at me. I hold my mouth not to laugh but I keep laughing. "Stop." She got annoyed easily and to my surprise, she walked off to the bathroom. I stopped laughing and quickly scrambled on the bed.

"Maeve," I call. "Maeve, Maeve."

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Over dinner, I kept peeving her until she tried to bald me. Still, I like it that she easily gets annoyed. She asked me about the theme and I only told her that it's her wedding. I ended up getting scolded and cursed.

"It's your fucking wedding, damn it! You are supposed to help!" Grandma heard us and I can see that she got a laughing face. So yes, I joined her on the seat and put my arm around her as I started choosing and doing whatnot. She kept pushing my arm telling me to remove it, I didn't. She just felt so soft and fluffy.

She went back to her room around nine to have a nice shower and to jerk off. Then, I went to the garden to walk with grandma.

"I like her, very much. She's just perfect for you. I am sure that she will make you a responsible, decent man. Do you think I'm right?"

"Yup. Right, right!" he winked. He held her cold hands to warm it. "But she's not intelligent."

"She is intelligent not too much and I like it. Smart people always get in trouble."

"She's not tall."

"What's wrong with that? Why are you telling me now all of her imperfections? Don't you love her?" I don't. I am just doing this for a fucking thing that I wanted. "Then, why marry her?"

"Because you like her?" I grinned. "Well, grandma, I will try to make this marriage work. I promise that."

"Of course you will, now that I plan to give all the titles to her." I frown. Just what the fuck? "Don't worry dear, if she loves you, she won't run away with all of my belongings when I die." I don't even know if she loves me. What if she ran off with everything that is supposed to be mine? "And if she's a good person, she will give it back to someone deserving."

"Grandma," I weaned at her.

"Don't you trust her? All I know is that you choose her to be your bride because you wanted to change. Do you know that you can only change your lifestyle? Not her."

My grandmother is giving me a big headache now. Darn it. I wanted all of her belongings to me, not to my father, yet she will give it away with some random person that she didn't even truly know. I don't even know why she agreed with this.

Of course, it wasn't loved. She never got a boyfriend or what. She's clean, maybe she's hiding something on her.

"Could it possibly be right that she loves me?" I am hoping. Half hoping that she will. I never felt so loved by a woman before. My grandmother was the only one I got and my father is a bastard. While my mother died of childbirth.

"There is a possibility." My grandmother winked. "Why won't you find it out yourself? Just don't push it too hard. Alright, my Prince?" I nodded. "Woman like her is like a woman like me? We are sensitive and we use our mind better than childish actions."

"Grandma, are you telling me that she could act like you?" this is a big headache again and again.

"I will treat her well tomorrow. I am sure that she will be a very decent beautiful woman, so don't worry too much. I am so sure that you will be in love with her."

This is making me crazier.

Once that I escorted my grandma to her room, I kissed her goodnight. I pass by her room. I wanted to touch her again and kiss her. I heard her talking to someone in the room so I eavesdrop.

"If I fall, it'll be the end of me." She's talking to someone through the phone. "Surely, no man would like me. Alright… I don't want to talk about it, dummy. I don't want to be a burden to my parents and… he's nice." I can hear that she sounds really sad. "No. He won't love it. I know that. I also don't need to be jealous though he's a Casanova. He could screw them but not me." That just makes me disappointed. I wonder about what's making her feel like she's not beautiful?

"Why would I be jealous when I don't have a part in his heart? Besides, I'll just be platonic if that's what he wanted but I can't ignore his grandmother. She's so nice and so good and very sweet. I don't know if she knew about this or what. But I don't want to disappoint her or anyone." She sniffled. "I suddenly feel like a prostitute."

Why didn't I think about that? She's different from any girl. She's innocent and why did she think that she's a prostitute? She wasn't. I just needed a wife to make my grandmother happy. I like her, but I don't love her.

"I told myself to be a spinster because men aren't faithful and it's hard to find one. But here it is, maybe I'll just enjoy his company and his grandmother."

It was quiet and I suddenly heard her sobbing. Why? Why is she like that? Why is she so sensitive? Why is she so lonely?

In the morning I found her sitting outside holding a cup of tea staring at nowhere. I kissed her cheek that surprised her and sat down beside her.

"Would I disappoint your grandma?" she suddenly asked me. I only smiled and shook my head.

"I'm very much surprised that she likes you and understands you. She's too conceited on you."

"Really?" she still looked beautiful without makeup.

"Really." She nodded. "Why won't we get in for breakfast? It's cold." She sipped on her tea and put her legs down and slid her cute feet to her slippers.

"I haven't got my work out yet." She muttered.

"What are you working out?" I ask her.

"Abdominal." I throw my arms around her as we walk inside.

"Let me see."

"No." she frowned. I rub her tummy and she flinched. "I'm sensitive!"

"I know." I kiss her ear and keep rubbing her tummy. "Why does it feel so soft?" I already had to feel her skin. It was soft and smooth.

We started eating breakfast and she's eating a lot as well. I like it on women. She eats a lot yet she's still small. My grandmother started telling her the plans and she even listed them. She just nodded and was obedient.

Once that we are all settled she came out wearing sneakers and her usual clothing. A casual, long sleeve, and denim jeans. A real teenager. But she wasn't a teenager anymore. I just forgot about her birthday a month ago. I even forgot to buy a gift for her. It's alright. I could give her a gift every day.

"Don't you have anything else, dear?" my grandma asked. I shoot her a glare.

"What?" she looked quizzical. "Oh, I am comfortable with a shirt and jeans." Grandma glowered at me.

"How could you not even buy her dresses!"

"Grandma," I hissed at her.

"Don't worry dear, we are going to spend his money. I heard that you just turned twenty last month, so I'll treat you today and the other day and probably the other day. This man doesn't know how to woo a woman."

"You are calling me inexpert about that, grandma?"

"Shut up, Casanova! I wouldn't let you date those prostitutes again! And she's your fiancée, do you understand me?" I only nodded. "You keep forgetting that, dumbass!" I look at her who is half laughing and half hesitating.

I walk toward her and kiss her forehead as I hold her and we walk outside. So, we went to big malls and I became a chauffeur. She even tried to take a few of it from me but grandma never let her. Next was the spa and I never even got a foot spa because grandma told me to bring the shopping bag and boxes on the sedan.

I went back and found them having their nail polish or whatnot. They even got their hair prune and I say, she's very beautiful. Grandmother even made her wear one of the dresses. It was a three-fourth sleeve dress and showed her curves that she's very conscious about.

I can't help myself but kiss her and throw my arms around her and also my grandma. We go to a restaurant and she enjoys the food as well. We went to a few places and then grandma doesn't let her use up her money since it is my responsibility. I just let them. It's just a small thing, nothing else.