"Move in together?"
I caught her off guard. She hasn't had time to process all the changes our engagement is going to entail. Go slow. Be gentle with her.
"Yeeesss," I tease her, pushing her into a couple of spins, then pulling her back to smile at her. "We've been seeing each other for years, remember?"
Her eyes stare into mine. "I live in a studio apartment."
I laugh, "Cozy."
She smirks, "Cramped is more like it."
"That's fine. We'll go house hunting together."
"House hunting? Oh, lord. What have I agreed to?" She rests her face on my shoulder.
"You've agreed to marry me, and we have a lot to do before the wedding."
The song ends, and everyone stops dancing, clapping for the live band. "Ready to start our life together?"
She takes a deep breath. "As ready as I'll ever be."
We emerge from the dance floor, holding hands, and run immediately into Tiara. She had to be stalking us.
She hisses, stepping directly into our path, making us stop or run over her. "I know what the three of you are doing!"
"What areyoudoing?" I ask, pissed she's willing to make a scene.
"The three of you cooked up this fake fiancée scheme for the publicity." She takes a step toward Rapunzel and raises her finger, pointing at her. "This was your idea, wasn't it, you little whore!"
Rapunzel takes a step back, and her reaction sends a hot wave of fury through me. I want to rip Tiara's head off. I drop Rapunzel's hand and shield her with my body, stepping in front of her. Tiara's finger pokes me in the chest. I lower my voice and tell her. "Watch your mouth, Mother. I proposed because I'm in love with her."
"You may be able to fool all these people," She waves her hands around, then she sneers, "but you can't fool me. This is all a publicity hoax. She's a fake fiancée."
Zella
Oh, my god! Tiara’s drunk!
d’Artagnan’s volume elevates, but his tone remains calm. “Mother, you’ve had too much champagne.”
The lights from at least a dozen camera phones turn on, and I know this video will go viral as well. I quickly step around him with my hands on my hips. “Ladies and gentleman, The Wicked Queen believes the proposal was staged, that our love is not real. You be the judge of that.” I turn my back on her, and my eyes twinkle into his. “Kiss me for the cameras and prove to everyone watching that you intend to fuck me into tomorrow, tonight.”
He grins and opens his arms, “Gladly, princess.”
Before I walk into his embrace, I turn back to Tiara and say, “You can’t fake feelings, your majesty.”
I melt into his arms, and one hand grips my ass as the other wraps itself into my hair. The electricity sparking between us is thick. He dips me for the cameras and kisses the fuck out of my mouth.
Every fiber of my being turns on with his magnificent display of male dominance. As his tongue takes over my mouth, he growls, and my thong is drenched.
When the kiss ends, he lifts my body and waits until I have my footing before his grip on my ass and hair ease. Breathless, I rest my hands on his shoulders and lean my forehead against his. He whispers, “You called her, The Wicked Queen.”
I smirk. “Well, she is, so I labeled her for the tabloids.”
His eyes smile. “You are a shrewd adversary.”
“I prefer the term astute.”
He chuckles, “Duly noted.”
