A Quick Make Out Before the Break Out

I was lost in my own thoughts and almost missed hearing what she was saying right then.

Now I wonder if it was in my best interest hearing what she said or if things could have gotten worse than they did if I didn't hear her. Because her words were the ones that pushed me into taking a certain action that set into motion a chain of reactions which shaped my fate as if it were the twisting rails of a train that took me to my final destination; that took me here, the point in time where…I die.

"-So my parents met your uncle in the Paris charity week and they kind of started discussing how you're doing great in the business world but at the same time over exerting yourself in work and not caring about your health so they thought it's about time you settled and found someone to truly take care of you, you know. My parents being the liberals, since this is 21st century it doesn't matter which side proposes the idea, they talked to your uncle about our marriage."

Ok this is bad. What the fucking hell do they think of themselves, besides being a bunch of nosy hypocrite hippies, to do that?

I gotta deal with this blonde bimbo and her ancient dumb and dumber, right now, before they make an even bigger mess in my life than a sloppy fucking joe.

I stood from my seat barely concealing my anger that was nearly blazing out of me like scolding ambers when stoking a wood on fire.

Right now I could think of a handful of ways to get rid of this aggravating bunch from my life; and hardly any of them could be considered even remotely legal…or humane.

Practicing my years' worth of strength of will I circled around from my seat to hers and leaned forward.

My eyes looked straight into hers, where I could see anticipation shine through bright, along with excitement, admiration and a whole lot of uninteresting other emotions. Mine were as always holding nothing but the reflection of her own face; nothing can rile up someone better than peering straight into ones eyes and not knowing what goes behind them. And that's what I want to do her. Petrify her shitless; shouldn't be that difficult, when I know how to be far poisonous than the damn basilisk.

Stopping just an inch from her face, our noses touching I exhaled on her face and saw her pupils dilate with carnal intentions.

Stupid girl.

"You love me?" I asked her and she replied by nodding her head a little too vigorously.

"You want to marry me?" again she nodded her head, this time a smile came upon her lips; hmmm they do look plump this up close; a little treat before the show starts wouldn't hurt anybody, would it?

I leaned forward and gave her a kiss she would remember even when she's giving birth to damn twins. She kissed me back with equal fervor. Where my kiss was purely out of opportunity for a quick make out before the break out, hers was full of emotions like lust, pleasure and maybe even…happiness? Let me guess she thinks I kissed her because I reciprocate her so called 'feelings'.