There are two reasons I have set it so far in the future. The first is that I want to give her some time to get over the shock of me returning into her life. I think, just maybe, if she takes the time to think about everything, she might decide to do the right thing and keep her promise to me. She might make the right decision. Three weeks is enough time for her to have the space to do that.
However, three weeks is also long enough for her body to adjust.
Because I have switched out her birth control pills. I have changed them for almost identical looking sugar pills. She won’t know the difference. She will take them every day for the next three weeks but come the night of our date - she will not be in any type of birth control and that is when I can carry out my plan.
If she rejects me again, I will ruin her life.
I will make sure that every plan for the future that she has falls apart.
She will beg me to give her another chance because she will have nothing and no one else.
Because if I can’t have her - no one can.
But I am getting ahead of myself now.
I am sure she will come to her senses over the next three weeks.
I am sure she will realize what she needs to do. The right thing to do.
“Can I get you another glass of wine?” I ask, standing up and reaching over the bed to her side table and picking up her glass. My body brushes close to hers and she goes rigid.
I scoop the small velvet box into my hand as well, shoving it back into my pocket.
“I really need to get some sleep. It’s been a long night.” She says.
“Nonsense. It’s your birthday. You should celebrate the entire night. If you were my girl, I would have whisked you away to some tropical island and we would have drunk cocktails on the beach all day, letting the sun kiss our skin red.”
I chuckle, walking back to the kitchen.
I pour is each another glass of wine and carry it back to her.
I can see she is still scared but trying so hard to hide it from me.
I am still turned on her fear. I feel like I am in full control of everything happening right now.
She sips her wine, not speaking, not moving much either. I watch her. Thinking about our future together.
When her wine glass is empty, she stands up. She forces a bold look on her face as she smiles at me.
“Thank you for - um - for the surprise. It was nice to see you again.”
I stand up too.
She walks towards her door and pulls it open.
I follow her at a slow pace.
I lean close to her, pushing her back against the open doorframe.
“You are even more beautiful than the first day I saw you. You seem to be alive, more gorgeous, more enticing with each passing year. Never forget how beautiful you are, little bird.” I wrap my hand around her jaw and tilt her face up towards mine.
I press my lips against hers, expecting her to jerk her head away in horror, but she doesn’t. She freezes in place as my lips play across hers.
She lets me kiss her, forcing my tongue inside her mouth. She lets me kiss her passionately.
When I step away, I am grinning - and my cock is hard again. But I hide it this time.
She stands in her doorway, shivering, watching me walk away.