Weston swept Stellaâs hair away from her face and kissed her again.
âWeston...â Stella grumbled in a muffled voice. âNot here Pretty sure what he was about to do, she wanted to stop him.
Weston stood up and peered down at her.
âCall me something else,â he demanded.
âWhat do you want me to call you?â Stella blinked at him in confusion.
âTake a guess.â
â...Mr. Ford?â
Weston leaned down and pinched her chin, causing her to yelp in pain.
â...darling?â She took another guess.
âBetter,â Weston replied, though he still looked unsatisfied.
He picked her up from the chair and seated her on his lap. He clasped a hand behind her head and held her close so their foreheads touched.
âTry again,â he coaxed.
Stellaâs eyes flashed. She thought of how he put a diamond ring on her finger without her knowledge last night and had an idea.
â...hubby?â she murmured breathily.
As soon as she spoke, her lips were covered by his. He explored her hungrily with his tongue, almost as if he was about to sw allow her whole.
Weston pinned her down onto his office table. He interlaced his fingers between hers and gripped her tight. Then, he pulled her hand towards his lips and kissed the rin g.
âDo you like it?â he asked. His lips had now wandered to her neck.
âYesâ¦â she answered with some difficulty as his breath against her neck tickled her. âI... like it...â
âI canât believe that you still remember this ring,â she added, her words punctuated by a few pauses. âYou little liar,â Weston taunted her. He lifted her chin so she would have to look at him in his eyes. âYou knew all along that I bought this ring, didnât you? Youâve just been pretending not to notice it.â
Stella looked away and grumbled, âYou should be the one to take the initiative in these kinds of things anyway...â
âSurely you must know my real intentions by now,â he said, squeezing her fingers. âHmm?â
âI donât know anything about that,â she denied, turning defiantly away from him.
âThen you must be an idiot,â he sneered. He took her hands, raised them up to his lips, and planted little kisses on them. âIf you canât figure out such an obvious thing, then what am I ever going to do with you, hmm?â
âIf youâre not even willing to spell it out clearly,â she argued, âthen how can I be sure about your intentions?â
Weston fell silent. He leaned down, and as their foreheads touched, he pinched the tip of her nose.
âI thought the surprise that you would give me today was an answer to my question last night.â
Stella had slept very soundly last night. When Weston asked her to marry him, he could only see her e yelids tremble slightly before falling back to sleep again. Nevertheless , he was sure that she had heard him. She simply didnât want to give him an answer yet.
His large hands moved up till they rested on her shoulders. âThink about it and then give me an answer.
He then went down on her hard, exerting on her a violent kiss that she could not escape from.
Sensing his rising passion, Stella began to panic. âStop!
We are at the office!â she shouted.
âMy office,â he corrected her. âNo one comes in here without my permission.â
âBut you just had a meeting just now! What if someone comes in to give you a report?â Weston grabbed her hands and held them firmly behind her back.
âTheyâre all my employees anyway. They wouldnât dare say anything about it.â
âBut I donât want anyone to see me in this state...â
âOh? Is the future Mrs. Ford worried about her image already?â
Stella blushed fiercely.
âI havenât agreed to marry you yet.â
Westonâs heart sank. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her body close so she would lea if not me, hmm?â