My Sweet Seduction

Sweet Lunch

“LOOK, PETER IS inside, and I’m sure he’s waiting for me!”

I caught the storm in his gaze after hearing my protest. He tightened his grip on me, and for a split

second, he took me inside his car. Lawrence quickly attached me to the seatbelt so I could do nothing

but fold my seat and look straight at the road. He also quickly turns to get on and drive the vehicle

away from the restaurant.

I was under his control. I could do nothing but join him. After all, I was also guilty of why I was stuck in

this situation.

After a long dying moment, I felt slowing down. I finally realized where he had taken me.

“This bridge . . .” I simply whispered to him.

He parked his car on the side of the road. From here I can see the vast park where there are only a few

people.

“What are we doing here?” I asked him while full of wonder.

Instead of answering, he turned off the engine of his car and got off. He quickly opened the door for me

and gently held my hand. I wanted to put my hands back on it, but he held it tightly.

As we enter the park, the breeze is ruthless; the leaves fall to the ground. There sat the banks, and the

tall trees, bermudagrass, and bushes grew around.

“Let’s have a picnic here,” he declared.

I stared at him, full of astonishment on the face. I did not utter a word. I felt something tickle my feet up

to my stomach because of what I found out.

“Hmm, didn’t you find this romantic?”

He finally let go of me and quickly headed to the back of his car. When he returned, he was carrying a

basket.

My lips parted slightly. I couldn’t believe he was serious with what he said.

He took a large blanket from the basket and gently laid it on the lawn. Then one by one, he put there

the food he brought.

“What we have here is a bacon sandwich, a pizza, a fried chicken drumstick, and a bottle of

champagne!”

I was amazed at how he organized those in a tupperware. Because I used to eat very little earlier, I

immediately felt hungry.

From the container, he pulled out a plate, spoon, and fork. He acted agile and put food on the plate and

handed it to me.

“T-thank you,” I said, heat spreading all over my face. I saw his lip rise slightly in response.

We ate quietly. He sat next to me as the moonlight poured on us. Honestly, this is my first time having a

picnic under the moon. It’s pretty cool, and I found it completely romantic.

“How’s the food?” he suddenly asked, then poured a little wine into my glass.

“These are good,” I just whispered to him.

I noticed the time he stopped eating. His eyes quickly fell on my lips. I didn’t have enough time to get

away from his long finger of the corder. Because he promptly pulled it closer to me.

I swallowed as he touched the side of my lip to wipe it gently. My heart seemed to want to come out

because of the strange heat he brought to me.

“That was slightly messy,” he muttered.

I stoned with a dazzling, but a small smile played in his mouth after seeing my reaction.

I quickly stood up and left him almost to stop the laughter from me. My heart felt up, full of shame that I

had walked away from him.

“Hey, where are you going?” he chased. But I just ignored him.

Until I reached the bridge connecting the other side of the park, I stood there and frowned at the This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

beautiful view. This part is high, so the city below is almost an ant in my eyes.

Until I could feel his natural scent behind me, I close my eyes when I feel his tender caress on my

shoulder.

We were in that position for a few minutes while inhaling the cold and fresh air before he spoke.

“As the years go by, my love for you remains pure. I have no one to love but you, Margaux,” he

whispered in my ear. His hand covered my hand.

I bit my lower lip. My breathing became rough and fast. My throat starts to tighten. My heart is pumping

too hard. My stomach throbbed, and my back was shaking.

“You are the trap I want to fall into my whole life. You can deny me a few times, but your actions cannot

deny how you feel,” he clearly said.

I was out of breath. I can’t move even if I try. My knees are gradually losing their strength as well.

Not a second later, he spins me to face him. He quickly locked me between his arms as he held onto

the iron bridge. He bowed his head and looked at me intently. I could not take my eyes off him while

trapped in his arms.

Not a second after, he pushed something out of his pocket and hung freely on my lips when I noticed a

red box that he immediately opened for me.

A gasping silver ring with a large diamond in the middle struck me.

“I love you more than you know. I love you in my mind, body, and soul. Please come back to me and

marry me, Margaux.” He put the ring on my finger and bowed his head to look at me equally.

I did not realize my mouth was hanging half-open. Before I could say anything, his hand covered my

cheek and kissed me. It is soft and slow. I close my eyes, and all I can feel is my feelings about him.

My arms reached out and encircled on his thick and muscular neck. I moaned in between our kisses as

I felt the pleasure.

He laid his fingers on my spine and pulled me closer. I didn’t want that kiss to end, but a call from his

cellphone distracted us.

We parted and kissed again before letting go. “Y-you should answer your phone,” I murmured.

“D*mn,” he cursed vigorously.

He did nothing but release me. He quickly pulled his cellphone out of his pocket. He frowned and

gritted his teeth as his eyes stared at the phone.

“Hello, Dad.”

He left for a while, but from here, I heard them arguing.

“I’m not responsible for her!” Lawrence growled.

I noticed when he shook his head and rubbed on his forehead. “Okay, I’ll catch her.”

After talking, he dropped the call and turned to me again. His face is more serious now, and his eyes

are darker than before.

“Let’s get out of here,” he said before touching my wrist.

***

WE JUST KEPT quiet while traveling home. His dark face and the periodic tension of his jaw have not

disappeared since we set sail.

I let out a heavy sighed and just chose to turn my attention to the road. Maybe something was

bothering him earlier. After he talked to his father, his mood changed. His features darkened and

became more mysterious this time. I can’t even read what’s on his mind right now.

I shifted on my seat and looked at him with a puzzled expression, and since I could no longer bear his

silence, I spoke.