Chapter 6 Promised And Future Wife

• Donald confessed to Yves that, if it hadn't been for the accident, he would have missed out on getting to know the most beautiful, sincere, and honest woman who had ever come into his life. He also made it clear how important she was to him.
• Yves felt her heart racing. It was the last thing she expected, for him to think of her that way. Until now, whenever they saw each other, they would talk about her mom, the work she did for the Foundation, their pranks and jokes, but nothing more.
• "Why are you so quiet? Didn't you like what I said?" he asked, his gaze fixed on her eyes.
• "No, it's not that! It's just that you surprised me with your words," she replied, a little excited.
• "I think I'm the one who's surprised! I really like you, Yves, a lot! Being with you has awakened emotions and feelings in me that I've never experienced before for anyone," he confessed, looking into her eyes...
• Yves remained silent for a few minutes, not knowing what to do or say. She simply observed his penetrating gaze, struggling to maintain that gaze she had never seen in him before. Despite not being an expert, she could sense his interest in her.
• It was clear that they were completely different people with different worlds. She was realistic, practical, something she had learned from her mother, and fully aware that once her mother passed away, everything would go back to how it was before.
• He had been an angel sent by God to ensure that her mother had a happy ending, despite the pain, cancer, and all its aftermath. She was very grateful to him because every day of her mother's life was thanks to God and obviously, his help.
• "I shouldn't get my hopes up, and even less imagine that Donald could fall in love with me," she thought, with pain and sadness. She recognized for the first time that she was hopelessly in love with him.
• After these brief reflective minutes, he announced:
• "Let's go!" he said, signaling the waiter to bring the bill. The waiter did so immediately, he paid, and helped her get up from the chair, taking her hand and leading her to the parking lot.
• The two walked towards the Ferrari, and just as he opened the door, he pulled her towards his body, embracing her and capturing her lips, soft, sweet, and innocent. This was the first kiss Yves received from a man.
• She felt a general shiver throughout her body as she felt his lips on hers, especially when she yielded to his pressure and opened her mouth to let his restless and invasive tongue explore her entire oral cavity, uncovering and awakening so many pleasurable emotions in her.
• Donald took her arms and brought them to his neck so that she could embrace him, lean on him, feeling him completely. Meanwhile, he absorbed with all his senses the fragrance emanating from her body, which he was almost certain was virginal.
• - "I'm sorry if I made you angry, that wasn't what I was looking for. But, what I won't apologize for is the kiss. I've been longing for days to taste your lips, to touch them, to feel them, and I don't regret it. If it were up to me, I would still be kissing you," he affirmed.
• Yves chose to remain silent, not wanting to assume or imagine. She wished for Donald to speak up, to ask for something, to do something, so she wouldn't make a mistake. To her, he was on a different level, belonging to an exclusive social elite, and she didn't want to expose herself to humiliation and abandonment.
• He, sitting next to her in the car, gently took her face in his hand, turning it to make her look at him and express what she felt. He wouldn't allow her to silence her emotions, even if they were contrary to his own.
• "Please! Yves... insult me, yell at me, hit me, but don't ignore me," he pleaded, unintentionally lowering his hand.
• "I'm not ignoring you. All of this is new to me, and I don't know what to do or say. I swear! Everything has been so surprising. I prefer not to imagine or believe anything," she responded, feeling a strong knot in her throat and her eyes ready to overflow with tears.
• "No, please, don't cry. That's the last thing I want, to be the cause of your tears. Let's let everything flow freely and see where it takes us. I won't pressure you. But there's something I want to know..."
• "Tell me! What do you want to know?" she asked with a smile, while reflecting, "Now I'm the anxious one," she thought, covering her face with her left hand and feeling very embarrassed.
• "Don't you like me, even just a little bit?" he asked, showing his index and thumb fingers almost touching, with very little separation between them.
• Upon seeing this gesture, Yves initially limited herself to smiling, but without maintaining eye contact. She felt that he could read in her eyes the true truth of what she was feeling, and she preferred to keep this a secret for now, as she didn't want to be anyone's plaything.
• "Well, with that silence, I deduce your answer, and in order not to let it affect me, you prefer to remain silent. Is that always how you are? Do you sacrifice your feelings or interests for others? Let me tell you something: that's not good."
• "In the long run, you'll end up frustrated," he assured with an extremely serious tone of voice.
• "No, that's not true," she finally responded, taking a risk. "What woman wouldn't be attracted to you?" she asked herself aloud.
• "You're good, noble, beautiful, not to mention all the economic attributes that surround you. And that's not new to you, I imagine that the countless number of women who approach you tell you that. You're aware of it."
• "Yes, but no one has told me with the sincerity and honesty that I see in your eyes," he added.
• "Well! It had to be said, and it was said," she replied.
• However, upon seeing Yves, realizing that he had control of the gate leading to the parking lot of the building, raising one of his eyebrows, she asked, "Is this apartment yours? Did you lie to me?" she inquired anxiously.
• - Yes and no. The apartment is mine, but it is assigned to the Foundation for special cases, when they require it - he clarified, so that she wouldn't feel bad about being there.
• - Okay, thanks for your honesty - she added.
• - Thank you for your honesty too - he said, getting closer to her again to give her a light kiss on the lips. And he said goodbye to her.