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“I considered your offer and have one last question.”
“What’s that?”
“Yasmeena, Will you marry me?”
Chapter 16
Yasmeena
When I answered my front door, I didn’t think I’d see Enrique standing there asking me to marry him.
“Marry you?” I understand what he’s saying, I’m just confused on why he’s asking me knowing my answer.
“Yes,” he says and takes my hand. “Will you marry me?”
“I don’t know why you’re asking when you know my answer. Is this to humor you?”
He steps in the foyer bringing us closer and repeats the question.
I blink because him repeating the question makes him seem like he’s crazy but I’ll answer so he stops asking it. I didn’t really plan on ever hearing someone ask me if I’ll marry them, the regular plan was to find someone, agree, and sign the papers. No asking, no big show but because this seems like it’s something Enrique won’t stop asking until I answer him, I’ll do that.
“Yes, if it’ll stop you from asking me.”
Enrique rolls his eyes. “Children ask about these kinds of things you know.”
“Children don’t know any better and since we’re asking, will you get me pregnant?”
He furrowed his eyebrows. “Now?”
“No, Enrique. After we get married, so tomorrow night. We’ll leave first thing. Do you need help moving your things in? Or you’ll move everything tomorrow? Did you sign everything in the folder?”
Enrique tilts his head like he can study me or figure me out. “I shouldn’t be surprised but somehow I am.”
“Surprised by what?”
“People are usually happy or relieved to get their way,” he pushes past me. “I’ll invite myself in, I guess.” His eyes take in the rest of my body. “Do any of your robes cover anything or is this like your default setting?”
“I’ll have you know, these are designer. They’re not there to cover, they’re there to be removed. Plus, it’s very breathable. And it’s hard to feel certain emotions with my disorder but I can tell you, thank you for not saying no.”
“Is that so?” Enrique moves closer, releases the sash, and pushes it off my shoulders before I can react. “Look, it did its job. And you’re welcome.”
“Almost.” I let the robe pool at my feet, leaving me in my lace panties, walking further into my house with the sound of my heeled furry house slippers filling the silence in my very brightly lit home. “Do you want something to drink or would you like a tour?”
“Both.” Enrique says as he follows.
“Okay kitchen first then. You’ve seen the foyer…”
“Wait,” he cuts me off. “Yasmeena Yara Al-Ameen. What have I told you about these damn shoes?”
I turn to face him at the sound of my middle name. “These aren’t heels, they’re house slippers and don’t use my full name like that. It’s uncalled for, Noé.” I call him by his middle name.
He smirks again. Neither one of us ever shared our middle names with each other. “It doesn’t bother me. Why does it bother you?” He’s in my space again like he doesn’t have his own, Enrique grips me under my arms like I’m a child and picks me straight up off the floor. My shoes clank on the floor and he uses his foot to kick them aside and puts me back down. “Much better. I’m ready for that tour now.”
Bending, he picks up the shoes and waits for me.
My brow arches. “Do you think you also have husband privileges?”
“In name or not, I will care about your well being, it’s part of the package. Do you think you’re going to be my boss when I’m home?”