The Marriage Offer 2

“A proposal?”

Now it was Vlora who was shocked. Without exaggerating the situation, a proposal would always be the sweetest dream of any woman in general. The man of her dreams comes and invites her to take the path of marriage. Unfortunately, not a proposal of this kind!

Vlora tried to remain calm and composed. She took a breath and shivered slightly as she realized the masculine scent of Andreas enveloping her senses.

“I don't see any valid reason why you would intend to propose to me. Likewise, I don't see any reason why I should accept your proposal,” Vlora said in a flat tone. “I don't see any reason why I should accept your proposal.”

Andreas grimaced in frustration once again. “Oh, come on. Don't be so formal with me, Vlo. I'm not your boss. How can I propose to you if you consider me as someone like Lucas? Let me say it again. I'm not your boss, okay?”

“It's true that you're not, but you are a friend and business partner of Mr. Hernandez. That means you hold a similar position to his.”

“Damn it!”

Whether consciously or not, Andreas cursed out that word in frustration. It seemed that he lost control a bit when Vlora actually equated him with her friend, Lucas Hernandez—the boss and CEO of the IT-based company.

Meanwhile, Vlora glanced at the numbers scrolling on the elevator display. The situation was pushing her impatience.

Why is this elevator slower than usual?

“Fine.”

Andreas' voice sounded again. Vlora's attention returned to him just as he asked a question.

“Do you need a reason?”

Vlora narrowed her eyes. “What do you mean?”

“I'll give you a reason,” Andreas said, nodding firmly. “I want to marry you because you are the only woman I desire.”

Now, Vlora's eyes widened. Her mouth opened, but Andreas' index finger acted faster. It landed on the red-painted lips to silence any argument that Vlora could utter.

Oh, my goodness!

Andreas cursed again. This time, he truly realized the foolishness of his actions.

Regardless of Vlora's seemingly aloof nature and her always maintaining a professional attitude towards Andreas, she was still a woman. Her work outfit, a combination of long basic pants and a feminine suit, made her look confident. The impression of intelligence and calmness she exuded made Andreas realize something—Vlora was a unique woman.

Attractiveness through beauty and coquettishness? That was commonplace. But attracting through intelligence and composure?

Andreas grinned. His eyes roamed Vlora's face, and it was not difficult to draw a conclusion.

This is a real woman!

A faint crease appeared on Vlora's smooth forehead. A reflexive reaction emerged due to the surprise brought on by Andreas' words.

“What?”

Vlora would not allow herself to be intimidated. Neither Andreas' masculinity nor the confident aura emanating from his body could stop her from taking action. Slowly, but surely, she moved his finger away from her lips.

“I'm sure you can find someone else instead of compromising your dignity for a woman, right? Especially considering that you are a respected and educated man.”

Wow! That hit the mark!

Vlora's response sounded so calm, yet it struck precisely where it was intended. She believed it would be enough to push Andreas back. However, who could predict what was going on in the man's mind?

See? This is what I want. Arguing and exchanging words. A woman who doesn't want to lose. A woman who remains confident even in difficult situations.

The crease on Vlora's forehead deepened. She noticed the unexpected turn of events. It started with the reappearance of the crooked grin and was followed by the raising of one of Andreas' hands.

Before she could anticipate it, Andreas moved quickly and grabbed Vlora's waist. He pulled her close, their bodies pressing against each other.

“Sir!”

Vlora raised both hands. She intended to push Andreas away, but instead, another pull targeted her nape. Any possible protests from Vlora were instantly silenced. They all disappeared in one kiss.

Her eyes widened. Vlora tried to push Andreas with all her might, but no gap was created.

Andreas moved. Pushing. Pressing.

Vlora found herself cornered and helpless. She was trapped between the cold elevator wall and Andreas' warm chest.

Andreas' hand firmly held the back of Vlora's neck, keeping her in place. He would not waste the only opportunity he had to silence all of Vlora's words.

Andreas' lips moved. It started with a gentle motion, as if softly massaging Vlora's lips.

Slowly. Gradually. Andreas added a touch that disturbed Vlora's breath. Followed by nibbles that successfully made Vlora even more disoriented.

A smug smile of victory appeared on Andreas' lips. It was exactly as he had anticipated. It looked forceful, but it also concealed a certain tenderness.

Vlora's lips responded, provoking Andreas even more. His primitive side was awakened, rising in the heat of the moment.

Andreas nibbled. Again and again. He interspersed the kisses with pecks at the corners of Vlora's lips, and then extended his tongue.

Andreas' tongue caressed both of Vlora's lips. Instincts were triggered, and Vlora shivered. Her hands, which were initially raised to push him away, now unconsciously gripped Andreas' suit.

Andreas concluded his warm tongue caress. He stopped right at the entrance between Vlora's lips and took his position. Then, he slipped in, entering that gap.

Vlora closed her eyes tightly. Again and again. She did not anticipate what Andreas would do. Apparently, the man was not only skilled in playing with words but also with his tongue.

Andreas' tongue entered. She felt the warmth inside and immediately felt it touching her own tongue. Like a guest gladly introducing themselves to the host, Andreas engaged in this intimate contact flawlessly.

Sweet. Wet. Boiling warmth. It all made Andreas unable to control himself.

Andreas sucked. Vlora's supple tongue became his target. He ravished it and ended with a small bite.

But it did not stop there. Because of Andreas' pull on her waist, Vlora felt something odd. Something hard and obstructive.

Vlora opened her eyes. Awareness returned just as Andreas released his tongue.

The kiss unraveled. The intimate pecks ended. Unfortunately, they were followed by wet traces on Vlora's neck.

Her sanity was threatened. Vlora's breath became even more labored. Her grip tightened, and she gathered her strength to put an end to it all.

“Stop,” Vlora whispered hoarsely and haltingly. She closed her eyes tightly, drawing in whatever strength she had left. It almost proved that she could barely control herself. “Andreas.”

Andreas' kisses halted right at the curve of Vlora's neck. He froze and slowly opened his eyes, breathing unevenly. When he pulled back, he found Vlora desperate in his embrace.

Her thick eyebrows closed. Her slender cheeks blushed. Her lips were swollen.

A triumphant grin appeared on Andreas' face. As Vlora opened her eyes, he asked with a victorious tone.

“So, I can make you say my name this way, right?”

Vlora froze, unable to move.

“By kissing you?”

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