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He Knows

“Marry me.”

Scoffing, you spun around and spat out, “Really? A marriage proposal? Your jokes are truly tasteless.”

A deep voice from behind crooned, “Baby, you know as well as I do that I wouldn’t profess my love as a mere joke.”

“Your love? Ha! Does the term love hold no significance for you? Is that a word you throw around to get your way?”

Immediately, you feel a sharp tug on your wrist, spinning you around to come face-to-face with him. The man who speaks the devil’s tongue with the face of an angel.

Fuck. You knew that this wasn’t a good idea. 

You look down, nervous. ‘No, I have no reason to be nervous,’ you try to reason, but you can already feel your clenched hands becoming clammy.

 Willing the nervous tick out of your voice, you look up and say, “You think you can get your way because you’re a mommy’s boy? How about you try doing something by yourself for once.”

His eyes darken and he leaned close to your ear, murmuring,  “Oh, darling. I would try to fight back harder if I were you.”

Before you can open your mouth to retort back, the hand not holding onto your wrists reaches into his suit. Immediately you realize what he’s looking for.

No, no. This can’t be happening.

He procures a ring box from his pocket.

“Oh fuck off!” You cry, trying to shake off his grip from your wrist. He wryly smiles, a dark, sultry look in his eyes that you couldn’t decipher.

With a quiet intensity he goes, “You will make me the happiest man by marrying me.”

Silence.

Indignantly you go, “You have to say ‘Will you marry me,’ not-”

“Of course I will,” he replies with that stupidly sensuous voice,a content look on his face as he slips the ring onto your finger.

Embarrassed at falling for such a cheap joke you snap your hands back, and he finally lets go of your hands. With a voice thick with annoyance you growl, “Hey, you self-conceited arrogant jerk. I’m not here to joke around. My father sent me here to talk with you, although you probably don’t care with that egotistic farce of yours.”

With that, you take off the ring and throw it on the floor, the jewels on the ring sparkling and gleaming as it rolls under a cocktail table in the reception room. His eyes furrow at that, and you can see that even through his mask of indifference he was becoming irritated. You smirk in triumph, but it’s soon wiped off as he pushes you and backs you up against the door.

Wait, this isn’t-

He slams a hand right above your head, letting out a heavy sigh as he loosens his tie. After murmuring profanities under his breath, he says in a voice hardened with anger,  “Listen here, brat. Quit acting up or I’ll make sure you regret it.” He looks deep into your eyes, the brown in your irises being reflected. Leaning in he continues, “For the person who was the one who said that they’d marry me, you truly have a lot to say.”

“Wait, when did I-”

“Five years ago, at a bar in New York.”

Your eyes snap open. It can’t be, no… However, you try to quickly mask the look of realization with a look of faltering indifference. 

“Do you understand, baby?” He asks, stepping back and walking to the cocktail table in big strides. He bends down, picks up the ring, and turns back to you.

Once again, you’re face to face with him. 

I’m such an idiot.

You blubber, “I, I don’t know what..”

“Oh, really?”

“...”

“I added jade to the design as I know you like the color green,” he coolly says, looking down and inspecting the studded ring.

“Now give me your hand.”

You look down at the ring in his hand. You really don’t want to but…

He smiles at your outstretched hand and slips it on, humming, “Good girl.”

Letting go of your hand, he looks down at you with an indecipherable look.

Then he smiles.

“I know you’re lying.”