Nervously you ran your fingers through your hair, trying to make it how you wanted it took look. Biting your lower lip nervously you looked at yourself in the mirror.
‘Well,’ you thought, ‘this is as good as it’s gonna get…’
Tonight was going to be your first date since the break up and you wanted everything to go smoothly. Alfred was a really sweet guy, not to mention good looking and quite strong.
You told yourself this was going to be good for you. Your last relationship ended with your couch being stabbed open and your door getting a few new holes in it from where your ex-boyfriend had tried to break in.
Nikolai was a great guy, you admitted to yourself silently, but he was way too obsessive. He’d text you when he wasn’t with you. He’d call every morning after you got up and every night before you went to bed. For the first few months you thought it was sweet. After a while, however, it was annoying.
You had decided to break it ff with him. However the night you planned to break it off with him, he proposed. You freaked and said ‘no’ and he did not take it well. He chased you around your house with a knife telling you to ‘marry me, marry me, marry me…’.
The doorbell rang. Grinning you picked up your purse and ran to answer the door. “Hey, Alfr-…”
It was Nikolai Arlovskaya.
Words wouldn’t come, you wanted to scream and cry at the same time. Deep in your heart you knew you still loved him, but your mind was telling you that Nikolai was bad for you. Physically and mentally.
“N-Nikolai…I…I…what are you doing here?” you ended with a squeak of fright.
“To get you back.”
You let out another squeak and tried to close the door in his face. However he put his foot in the door and grabbed your arm roughly, “Don’t close the door ____________.”
“Nikolai, we’re over,” you said still scared of his intimidating blue eyes. “Y-you need to go.”
Eyes widened you shouted, “I’ll call the police!”
His eyes narrowed, you shivered in fight. “Don’t you dare…I want to talk.”
“There’s nothing to talk about,” you said getting braver. “Now let go and leave.”
Nikolai looked you up and down. “Why are you dressed like that?”
You managed to wrench your arm from his grip and put your hands on your hips, “I’m going on a date tonight, if you must know. So leave.”
With a roar Nikolai pushed his way in, slamming the door behind him, “No. I don’t think so.”
“N-Nikolai, let go!” you shouted as he gripped both your arms. He smiled, almost evilly.
“You’re mine, __________.”
You felt tears come to your eyes as his grip was going to bruise you, “N-Nik, p-please s-stop.”
Nikolai buried his face in your neck, leaving sloppy kisses, “Mine…mine…mine…mine…”
Tears started to run down your face, “N-Nik…please…I’m scared.”
A moment of pure silence passed between you. Then you whimpered slightly. Nikolai removed his face from your neck and looked at you. Your makeup was running as tears flowed down your cheeks. Gently, with a gloved hand, he wiped one away.
This was the Nikolai you knew. So gentle and sweet.
“I love you, ___________,” Nikolai said, “please marry me.”
The doorbell rang.
“Leave it,” he ordered, “Ja liubliu ciabie…” (I love you) he crooned in your ear. “And I know you still love me too…”
He was right.
You moaned as he nibbled on your ear. “Yeah…”
“So will you?” he asked as he continued to distract you with feelings.
You nodded moaning, “S-sure…” You let out a squeak when he reeled back. Smiling. Then realizing when you just said you blushed.
“Mrs. __________ Arlovskaya…I like the sound of that.”
Smiling shyly you said, “Me too.”
“Dude is she gonna open up or what?”