EVAN SEVILLE
I stared at her for a moment, blinking, then looked at Zack, who shook his head silently. I smiled then looked down at my little wife, "sure thing, why not?" I pat her head, and saw the relief on her face.
I stayed with her in Zack's office, watching his every move he made towards my Amelia. While she was busy making designs, Zack and I would talk for a bit with coffee in our hands, then back to hating each other.
My eyes were on Amelia most of the times, watching her move gracefully, create with passion, think carefully with her designs— God, if she was in my shoes, she would see how beautiful she was. Her beauty with her brain and creativity suffocates me a lot in many good ways.
She was indeed my woman, my wife, my girl. She was everything to me, and if working on a new logo for Zack made her happy, I won't hold her back, but I'll be there for her. I'll support her in every way unless I knew it was a bad idea.
"Don't you think it's a bit—"
"I know what I'm doing, and can you wait? You've been blabbing about my work even though it was just a few pages fo sketches. It's not the final result yet, I'm still creating." Amelia suddenly snapped, which made me and Zack looked at each other with wide eyes.
I've never seen her snapped at him like that before..
I could see her eyebrows furrowed in focused,not realizing the fact that she snapped. Zack could also see the look on my face, I was also stunned as him. Zack then mentioned me to go outside his office, leaving Amelia alone in his office with her creativity.
"You should control your wif—"
I raised a brow, "why would I control her? You're the one who kept disturbing her creation. Like she said, it was still sketches, not the final result." I crossed my arms to my chest, making my muscles flexed against my shirt, my pants rustling as I moved.
"I get that, but her attitude is literally—"
"Good for her though, at least she knew how to snap at you," I gave him a smug look. He raised a fist on me but I caught him, gripping his fist, "maybe you should watch your attitude," I looked him dead in the eyes.
Zack glared at me. The door swung open before he could even open his mouth to speak, revealing Amelia, who was smiling but suddenly dropped when she saw what was happening.
I was about to say something but then—SLAP— She slapped him. My eyes widened in shock, she literally slapped my brother like that.
I must admit, it was hot.
The three of us stood in silence, Zack had his eyes widened, Amelia glaring at him with her arms crossed to her chest, while I was just behind her, a little to her side to see her stern look.
Damn.. She really just hit my
"I finished the logo designs, three were final sketches, just pick whatever you want and that's the final result, and never lay a hand on Evan again before I stopped working on your stupid logos." She said coldly, before turning a heel, grabbing my hand and pulling me with her.
We went out of Zack's house, she got inside the car without even letting me open it for her. I took that as a sign, obeyed her silence and her dominance over me, went around to go to the driver's seat.
I drove away from Zack's house, we were in silence. Suddenly, Zack's name appeared on our car's screen, and Amelia didn't hesitate to end the red button after staring at it. I glanced at he from the corner of my eye, then at the road.
We drove home in silence. I could still feel her anger coming out of her body, giving off that energy inside our car. We reached our home, she quickly got out of our car— Not letting me open the door for her again.
I understood her mood and gave her space. I knew she would take a shower to cool off. What I did while she did her thing, was to cook her favorite carbonara, baked her favorite choco soufflé, made her favorite ice tea with lemon.
I brought this to our room, settling it on the night stand as I prepared the table— pulling it under the bed, since it was attached to our bed, and easily settled it. I placed the tray of her favorites there with her favorite drink.
I went inside our walk-in closet to change into something more comfortable, then opened our TV and put on her childhood cartoon— Bratz— which I had saved using the USB.
Just on time, she cane out of the bathroom with her hair already dried, skin care applied, and I could literally smell that floral lotion she always used together with her sweet perfume that I also adored and loved to smell.
She saw me then her favorites on our bed that was already set on the table that was attached beside our bed, waiting for her. She looked at the TV and saw her childhood movie playing on time.
God, she looked so beautiful. If only she knew how much I loved her, how much I adored her, how much I wanted to do everything for her, to be the best of the best for her. I wanted to keep pushing myself to the limits, I wanted to burn the world for her.
I would even kill for her if she wanted me to. I would do everything for her even if it meant risking my life for her.
She was my world.
I won't be able to live without her in my life, otherwise I'll just die single if God didn't ring her to my life. Because I would choose her over and over and over again, and I didn't care if it's on different timelines.
She was mine.
She was made for me.
She was gifted to me.
I would never let anything happen to her. Never, and I swore to God.
Slowly, she turned to me with her eyes finally shining bright with happiness as a smile formed from her lips.
I knew this time, I would sacrifice everything for this woman..
My love of my life.. My dearest wife.