The proposal week


As Cynthia laid on kelvin’s bed, her naked body barely covered by the cotton sheets, Kelvin used his finger to draw a line down her body.

She woke up, looked at his face and she smiled.

With ease, he pulled her closer and put her on top of him like she weighed nothing while they kissed intensely.

Kelvin got up from the bed and wore a tank top which revealed his muscle. “How did your birthday even go,” he asked, with his deep seductive masculine voice.

“It was fine, I had fun”

He walked to the edge of the room and opened a drawer. Kelvin took something out of the drawer and hid it behind him.

” You’ve not asked for your gift yet, ” He said to Cynthia.

“You’re the gift I want, ” she replied.

“You’re incredible, and that’s why I’m doing this ” he said holding her hand and bringing out an opened velvet ring box.

“Sh*t! Cynthia screamed as she pulled away from his grip.

“What’s the matter, you don’t like it, ” he was concerned.

“You could have at least told me that you were about to do this” she argued.

“Why?” “I don’t know Kelvin, I think I have to be going.”

Her anxiety made her want to throw up.

“But wait!” Kelvin tried to calm her down as she sat up at the edge of the bed, rearranging her scattered hair and tieing it into a ponytail.

“I don’t want to talk about it, I’m feeling a bit nauseous” she replied and continued dressing up.

“I don’t understand, ” he said.

“I’m leaving, I don’t feel good” she said as she wore her bra.

She got up from the bed and picked up her gown from where it laid on the ground.

“Why are you overreacting?” Kelvin asked her.

“I don’t know. I’ll call you” she replied and took of immediately.