Contract Marriage starring Love and Revenge
Chapter 84. Make up, not make out.

Chapter 84: 84. Make up, not make out.

"You feel like you’re not worthy of me, well then fine. You’re not. In fact, I’m a really big catch if you ask me. I mean let’s think about it, I come from a generation of riches, I’ve made my own achievements and the riches I’ve gathered at the moment is more than enough to last me two centuries or more even if I don’t lift a finger, so yeah, I’m pretty awesome and you are not."

"I don’t like what you’re saying to me." I turn my face towards the window as the tears fall. I’m sounding like a pathetic child right now and I know it.

"Oh really, you don’t? Oh my gosh, shocker."

He’s being sarcastic and I hate it.

And did he just say shocker?! Duke?!! He’s sounding like an entirely different person.

I really didn’t expect him to behave this way. I didn’t expect he would be able to say this things out. I thought he would pacify and pamper me like he normally used to.

What is wrong with him today.

Or rather, what is wrong with me?

What do I really even want?

"What do you want me to do when that’s the way you think?" He asks and I look up at him with fiery eyes and I see him shrugging so I turn my head away from him again. I hate this man.

"I’ve tried to make you stop thinking that way about yourself but you refuse to quit it. So keep thinking that way if that’s what you want. If thinking that way makes you feel better somehow, then continue thinking that way."

"But then," he talks a step closer to me, "if you really think you’re unworthy of me, become worthy." I feel his hand on my chin and he turns my head to face him, "Grow and strive to become higher and better till you reach that point where you believe you are worthy." He bends himself, bringing his face closer to mine with his hand still holding my chin steady.

Now I’m forced to just focus on those gray eyes, "But do it by my side."

"Duke." I breathe out his name like the most holy word in the universe.

"Stay by my side Pagne, and love me until you feel worthy enough." This man, "Keep selfishly loving me even though you believe you’re not worthy of my love," the persistence of his love, "right beside me until you are able to say to yourself that you are indeed worth more than a million Duke Grands put together." the fire with which he loves makes me wonder if maybe, just maybe he’d loved me before in one lifetime and I just don’t remember.

"I love you pagne," He confesses yet again. "just tell me what you want me to do to prove it to you and heaven knows I will." If this was a romance comic I swear I would be waiting to reach the point where the main characters would regain memory of their past lives together.

Because to some point, Duke’s love for me is suspiciously too beautiful.

"I want you just the way you are right now, and the way you’ll grow to be in the future." I mean how can he always pull these lines out of nowhere?

"I want this woman with all her imperfections now and I want her even after she becomes perfect in every way and even if she doesn’t become one hundred percent perfect, I want her all the more." Does he maybe practice before speaking with me?

"I want the broken you, the you who is shattered with sharp edges, I want it."

He goes silent for a minute, just staring at me, then he let’s out a sigh and his hand on my chin moves to caress my face.

"Pagne," He calls me, "Champagne," he calls again, "My dearest wife Champagne,"

"Hmm?" I hum a response and he smiles and tucks some strands of hair behind my ear.

"I want to be there when you begin to glue together those broken pieces." He says. "I’ll do it with you."

"And I don’t mind always reassuring you about my love for you, neither do I mind lifting your morale whenever it’s at a low. All I ask is that you don’t stay away from me. I go crazy without you dearest. You don’t want to see me go crazy, do you?"

Something about that question scares me. Is it the look of madness in his eyes, or the sound of his voice? But the question almost sounds like a threat and it scares me... but in an exciting way.

"So whenever you’re feeling shitty, or you’re beginning to doubt yourself, instead of running and hiding from me, come to me. When your head tells you to stay away from me, do the complete opposite because only I can make you feel better, hmm?"

Is it just me or he’s kind of sounding crazy.

But why does it excite me?

"And when I do something for you, don’t feel guilty about it. Just come to me, and thank me with your embrace and kisses. Because everything I do for you I do because I want to. And I hate it when you end up feeling bad and sorry because I’m doing things for you. You’re my wife for God’s sake, if I don’t do things for you who in this world would I do it for?"

"I understand that you’re not used to receiving help because you’ve only had trash around you up until this point, but get used to it now. Because it’s really okay to receive help from people. Especially when that person is your husband. Hmm? Okay?"

I nod.

"God I love you," he says and presses his head upon my own with his eyes closed.

"I love you too."

His eyes open again but his head remains pressed on mine,

"More than you love the twins?"

Huh? Is he seriously asking me that?

"Tell me you love me more than you love them." Is he seriously being jealous of his own children?

"Duke that—"

"I want to hear you say it. Tell me I mean more to you, that you love me more."

Isn’t it weird that he’s being jealous of his children? Sometimes, just sometimes, I can’t help but think there’s something deeply off about Duke. In a creepy way.

"Pagne say it. That you love me more."

"I don’t think—mmph." My gosh we’re sitting in the pastor’s office and he just randomly steals my lips,

"Tell me." He breathes upon my lips and I know at this point, I really don’t have a choice. I can’t resist this man. There’s just something compelling about him, like an invisible magical power that forces me to do his bidding.

Maybe right now it’s the way he’s staring at my lips waiting for the words to leave my mouth.

"I love you more." I confess. It’s not a lie. I love the twins, I really do. But the love I have for their father is different and is more. "I Love you duke, more than I’ve ever loved anyone else." I say and I see his lips curl up as his eyes that remained on my lips as I spoke now moves around my face and his hand lifts me to my feet.

"No more hide and seek?" He asks and I nod.

"No more hide and seek." I repeat and his head instantly dives in and his lips quickly take mine. My arms wrap around his neck as he begins to kiss me.

"Mm," I hum into his lips as I try to keep up with the ferocity of his tongue licking the insides of my mouth hungrily. And I’m realizing I was as starved of his kisses as he was starved for mine.

I feel his hand on the hem of my flare skirt and his fingers tickle my thigh. "Duke, we’re in the pastor’s office." I manage to say.

"So?" He simply asks and continues to kiss me. "He wanted us to make up."

"Make up, not make out."

"I want you." He croons with a kiss into my neck.

"Me too." I stop his hand that’s slowly crawling higher and higher into my skirt. This is madness. I can’t continue this in church. God might as well just strike the both of us dead this minute.

’Let’s go home." I say and bring my hands to his face.

"Let’s go home, my love." I say and stretch to my feet and place a kiss on the side of his lips. His eyes open so wide I think they might pop out.

He seems so shocked. Are my actions that surprising?

"Awhh, Pagne." He grumbles and places a palm over his face with his head pushed back. "You shouldn’t have said and done that." He says and pushes his hair back with that same hand.

"Now look what you’ve caused." His eyes drift downwards and my gaze follows his and stop at his groin only for me to instantly look away in embarrassment.

This man and his body, everything about him is crazy!