Henry offered his hand to Elizabeth, and she accepted it, so he pulled her in his lap. She still had trouble excepting all the feelings he made her feel each time they touched while he relished them. He couldn’t believe he got so lucky. What did he ever deserve to get mated to a girl like her?
His eyes showed nothing but pure adoration while he stared deep into her eyes.
The first half an hour of their trip passed in silence. Henry was focused on the wavy road, and Elizabeth admired the landscapes they passed by. It was almost dusk, and she couldn’t see the sun anymore. It was hidden behind the mountain now. “Sooo,” she started. “Why did we leave in such a rush?” she pressed again. Henry sighed, and it looked like he doesn’t want to answer but still spoke reluctantly: “Some 50 years ago, there was a war in the supernatural world... many of the exiled wolves from all around the States gathered intending to destroy the system that exists and which packs live by. They wanted their revenge for being kicked out, some of them out of pure evilness, wanting carnage and blood and destruction... they had help from some other creatures that didn’t want to follow the code anymore, the code of secrecy that we all follow. Despised witches were on their side and some vampires too, anyway, their army was strong and big, and it threatened to expose our existence to t
“Come. Let me show you around.” Henry said, taking her by the hand. On tour, Elizabeth could see that the whole apartment was modernly furnished, minimalistic too, but here she could hardly find color black anywhere. Everything was in light colors and very nicely put together.
Kate left when she finished her breakfast saying goodbye and wishing them well. “Well, she's something...” Elizabeth had to comment. “Yeah, a real force of nature,” Henry added: “Love, I have to go meet my lawyer and take care of some business. I should be back by nightfall.” “What kind of business?” Elizabeth was curious, even though she hated it when someone asked her these kinds of questions, now she couldn’t help herself but ask. “I want to buy that apartment of yours, and also I have to see my broker and my accountant...” “What exactly is it that you do for life?” it was about time for her to ask that. She realized that she knew so little about him. “We can talk about that at dinner. I’ll make reservations for 8 o’clock. Would that be ok? I want to take you on a proper date tonight,” his lips turned upwards. “Oh, ok, sure. I’d like that.” She smiled. Henry went to his office and came back within a minute. Taking her hand, he turned her palm upwards and put something cold i
“When are you seeing him next?” Martha asked. “He’s taking me on a date tonight.” “When are you c
“Love, what is it?” Henry was worried. He didn’t like her facial expression at all. When she didn’t answer but just looked straight ahead, Henry sped up and parked the car in the garage, went around, and opened her door. Putting his hands on her shoulders, he turned her around and asked again if she is ok. Elizabeth gave him his phone wordlessly.
“Ugh.” Elizabeth groaned the next morning. She hated hangovers and promised herself not to drink too much again every time she suffered from one of those, but she keeps on forgetting. Sun was too bright, and the noises from the street were too loud. How did she hear the noises from the street when she was so high up the building?
“Elizabeth, what is this man saying? This is absurd!” Angela, Elizabeth’s mother, looked like she was going to faint, or she faked it pretty well. “That can’t be! I don’t accept this!” Andrew, her father, yelled through his clenched teeth. Elizabeth was about to say something but Henry’s hand that squeezed hers stopped her. “Whether you accept it or not, it doesn’t change the fact that Elizabeth and I are soon to be married.” Henry gave a slight roar to his voice. “This is preposterous!” the guy sitting at the table voiced for the first time. “And who are you?” Henry directed his look full of disgust towards him. “He is our new business partner, and he is going to marry Elizabeth,” Andrew answered proudly. Henry was taken aback for a second. He definitely didn’t expect something like this. He turned his head to look Elizabeth in the eyes. “Are they serious? Tell me they are not serious,” he demanded, but the stern look in them told him the exact opposite. What none of the pres
With the early sun on Sunday morning, Elizabeth was in the kitchen of Henry’s apartment preparing breakfast while he was still fast asleep. She was wearing only Henry’s shirt that he had on yesterday before he discarded it and threw it on the bedroom floor. It was the first thing that she found when she got up, so she put it on, buttoning it up on the way to the stove. Every now and then, she would