Love, curves and heartbreak Chapter 52

"I'm fine Suzy... I swear. I feel so happy"

"Ohhh I'm so glad Boo! You deserve everything in the world!" she says happily.

I never had moments like this when I was a teenager. Never felt this way. Probably because nobody paid attention to me, and I was too shy to go after the boy I liked.

Of course that boy was Ethan, I never told him how I felt about him because I thought I was unattractive, always out of place, and basically unwanted.

"Everything is so different now. I had the man of my dreams" I explain to her.

He seems proud walking next to me, he never took his eyes off me, no matter how many women saw him, approached him or flirted with him, he seemed blind to them. And believe... there were a lot!

"Truly Ethan is doing his best" she says smiling.

"Yeah... I can believe it. He was focused on making me feel good, loved, and concerned about my well-being. All of this had me walking on clouds"

"And what about Kate?"

"That damn woman... she kept watching me closely and making hurtful comments, but I think even she had realized how much everyone in the office hated her, she had done too much damage and was becoming more and more isolated" I explain.

"She really has problems and a bad attitude. Why did Clark keep her?" Suzy asks.

"I truly don't know"

But I had more things to think about besides Kate and my work, because Lily's wedding was literally just around the corner, the big event would be in a few weeks, and the Fairfaxes were as excited as they were nervous.

Caroline was still with her mysterious boyfriend who would never arrive, but at the same time she looked anxious, as if she were hiding something, as if she had a problem she didn't want to make public. There is something wrong there, I know. And It has to be related to my sister.

She has always believed that she is very self-sufficient, when in fact, even as an adult woman, my mother is still the person who ultimately solves her problems.

I believe that this is the case now, because my mother told me in passing that the finances of the beauty salon were not going well. The income had dropped radically.

It is not a very successful business, but my mother has supported us for years with her little business, something she is very proud of.

"Mom... please take the money" I offer to her in a rehearsal for the wedding.

"Prissy... is really no necessary..." she says. She is too proud… I know.

"You look thinner and more anxious, and I'm sure it isn't good for your health" I said. And continued to check up on her, giving to her part of my salary so that she wouldn't have to worry about money.

After all, my job was going well, very well. I had a higher salary, I had Nancy to help me with the projects, and in fact we were working perfectly as a good team.

My boss was preparing me for the course he had promised me, at first online, later I would have some face-to-face practice. He promised that in a few years I could even apply for a higher level. I was so happy and proud of myself.

Meanwhile, life was great… I thought… as I saw Ethan sleeping next to me after an intense session the night before. His dirty blond hair was spread out on the white pillow. His back looks like a beautiful horizon with hills, mountains, valleys and plains.

"So handsome..." I'm tempted to touch him at the risk of waking him up.

His eyelids rest softly, his lips are parted, those lips that drive me crazy and that I have dreamed of kissing for so many years. And now... I have tested so many times.

I felt closer to him than I had ever felt to any man, and our relationship, unintentionally, was more than physical. He supported me, thought about my future, helped me, made me happy, and was proud of me. What more could I ask for? These days… are the best days of my life. No matter what happen next. I will always remember them like this.

He is so magnificent to me. Or is it that I really like everything about him just because... he is... him? Just because he's Ethan, the man I've always admired the most in the world.

I don't give in to the temptation to touch him, but I do move the sheet a little to discover his body. The lower part of his back looks like it's carved out of marble, and the curve of his ass...

Good Lord, I should explore that part more, he is exquisite.

"And you say I'm a creep..." I hear him say, and has a mischievous expression that makes my heart skip a beat.

"Have you been spying on me?" I ask.

"I could ask the same thing baby... you were the one who took off my sheets to see me naked, are you looking at my ass? Really? You can check me whenever you wanted…" he says in a husky voice, and then he comes closer to me, combing his hair and getting into a sexy position… well even sexier.

"Do you like what you see, princess?" he asks cockily. Why does he have to do that to me?

"Mmmmm yes... I do"

"I thought I had already lost the ability to make you blush, but look at you... you look divine, so pink...so sweet" he says smiling, touching my face.

"I doubt you will lose this ability" I confess, defeated.

"I don't know..." he says now, caressing my cheeks with the tips of his fingers.

"Really?"

"Yeah... I mean...a few weeks ago we did it in the club... after our tennis session, we tried other positions... and not long ago I touched you in our special room at the office... " he says.

My god... that was awesome, just remembering I felt nervous.

"And if I remember rightly... you touched me too... I thought we were past the embarrassment stage" he says as calmly as if he was describing some task for our design team.

"And yet here you are, blushing at the sight of my ass. You are adorable…" he adds quietly. Did he really have to say that?

"You have a very good ass" I say. What? I won't deny it.

"I like that you like it, I like yours a lot.. you know that" he adds lasciviously. If possible, he makes me blush even more.

"How come you're single?" I suddenly ask him. “ I have to say that I've been wondering about this for a long time. I mean... you're attractive, successful, I know from a good source that you have a lot of women after you" I tell him.

"I don't care about a lot of women... I mean no romantically at least... " he admits.

"But even then... you are a good catch..."

"I'm not a simple gut, Prissy... I want a certain kind of relationship with a certain kind of person... and I'm not going to stop until I get it" he says seriously, and for a second I forget to breathe.

My brain and my heart are debating, wondering if I could be that person, and if I'm not, which is very likely... what will happen to me when he finds the woman he's looking for? Damn... I'm terrified.

"Besides... I'm in a relationship with a pretty satisfying arrangement... that leaves me no time or energy for anything else," he says, coming closer to me, the sheet leaving him completely uncovered.

At least for a while longer... he's mine, just mine.

"I know why you're single..." he says suddenly and freak out.

"Huh?"

"Isn't it obvious?..."

"Mmmm...I..." I swear I'm having a panic attack.

"Prissy! You have lousy taste in men... and you won't deny it to me. How you are with me? It is still a mystery to me," he says jokingly with a funny expression on his face while he kisses my shoulder. I swear I turned pale and felt a cold sweat for a moment.

"What's wrong? I... was joking... you know how I dislike your previous boyfriends..." he asks suddenly, noticing I was speechless and my expression fell.

My previous boyfriends...

"I'm sorry... I didn't want to upset you..."

"Is not that..."

"What is it then?" he seems curious, he still caresses me, trying to comfort me.

"It's just that I... wasn't very lucky with men."

"What you mean?" he asks.

"I never attracted any man. I guess... I'm not, you know... popular among men?" I admit, he seems lost.

"What?"

"I mean... I've never been the kind of woman men look for," I confess, and he looks at me in surprise.

"Are you serious? Prissy, you are kind, funny, intelligent and... you have curves that would give any men a heart attack" he says, and I look at him doubtfully.

"That's just..."

"Why don't you believe? Any man would be lucky to have you. I feel lucky to have you here with me" he says, taking my hand and kissing it.

"Thank you but..."

"I don't know why you're so insecure with your body... you're extremely sensual to me" he adds, moving closer to me.

"If you say so..." I affirm and he moves closer to kiss me. Those soft, tender kisses, full of feelings. Good morning kisses that promise a better future.

"Taking advantage of the fact that we ask each other questions and answer each other honestly...have you thought about my proposal?"

"Ehhh yes... I'll leave some clothes here" I say. Just last night he suggested that I leave some clothes at his house, not just clothes, but my daily things. He had even prepared a place in his closet. Can it be more perfect?.

"Good, clothes, whatever you need. And... about the other subject...?"

"Ohh, my birthday" It's next Friday. I always try to forget about that day in particular, but he seems excited to celebrate, don't know why.

"That's right. Do you want to spend the whole weekend with me?" he asks.

"Mmm okay… where do we go?”

"I can't tell....it's a surprise. But I promise we will have plenty of time to be together, naked… so you can appreciate my nice ass… and other parts"