❁When love runs soul deep, a kiss is no longer just a kiss. It is the place where heaven and earth meet.❁

It's Joe's Wedding Day.

" Josie Taylor, get ready. Your groom has planned to make all the girl out there swoon over him. " I tell as I stare at my phone screen while the hairstylist styles Joe's hair.

" Show me, show me, show me. " she begs.

"Sorry, darling. Hold your horses. After tonight, he'll be all yours. Then you may never take your eyes of him. But, for now. Control. " I tease and she flushes.

" How did you get these photos? " she turns towards me still hoping to get a glimpse. " I gave Sean my number, and he leaked Liam's photos. " I wink.

" You gave your number? " Mrs. Taylor, Joe's mother, asks as she walks inside the room, holding the beautiful white Bride veil. Josie is indeed the most gorgeous bride on planet.

" PS- The number that doesn't work no more. " I giggle and so do the beautiful ladies in front of me.

" That's like my girl. " Mrs. Taylor cups my face while her fragile smile reminds me of my own mother. She goes towards Joe and admires her pretty face. The glint in her eyes tells that she's so proud of her.

" Not going to disturb the mother and daughter convo. I should go now, to recheck the arrangements. " I leave the room because I don't know how's Joe is handling it all. I was about to get all teared up.

Oh heavens, what is all this mess? The sun is about to set and these lazy arses are still not done with the flowers and lightings.

Confession No. 36 - Yes, I'm a control freak. Sometimes.

Who the hell gave the idea for a Garden marriage under moonlight? Oops, that's me. Ahh I'm going to get insane. It's almost five in the evening and I haven't had a breath of peace since morning.

-Food and Drinks, check.

-Wedding cake, check.

-Orchestra, check.

-Video taping persons, check.

-Flower and light decoration, ongoing.

-Seats, check. Seating plan, not check.

Shit!

" Rico, where are the table name cards? "

" Brown box, beside the stage. "

I take the cards and start placing them on each table. Oh heavens, I'm so late. The guests are about to come in less than an hour.

What the hell am I seeing? Why is there a card name 'Hans N. Anderson'? I rub my eyes a multiple times but why do I still read the same name?

" Everything going good, Ms. Williamson? " someone speaks from behind, and I fear I know exactly who he is.

" What the hell are you even doing here? " I whirl to face Hans. Whoa, he's looking smoking hot. His chest sneaking out of his half buttoned black shirt, under a black blazer. Ahh why is looking so dashing?

I blink twice as I come back to earth, just to find him gazing at me from head to toe as though he's never seen me before in a nice dress.

Afterall, he has seen what I wanted everybody to see. This is nothing, his mind will be bewildered if I get all dolled up. His eyes will swim.

But i can't forget the time he blackmailed me by using Josie. And today is the most important day for her. Something must be cooking inside his head.

I'm not gonna let him succeed.

" You need to leave. "

" That's an impressive way to greet an invited guest. " he smirks as he takes out the invitation card from his suits' inside pocket.

" Who the hell invited you? "

" Well, your dear Mr. Lemonade and I have happen to develop a strong friendship, by pure happenstance not to mention. " he explains and an annoyed groan escapes my mouth.

Liam, could you be any more stupid?

" Take these and make yourself useful. " I pass half of the name cards. If he's here, I'm not gonna let him have the opportunity to be a pain in the ass.

" In case you forgot, I'm the boss. " he says in a sarcastic tone. However, grasping the cards and starts placing them on the tables.

" How many times, do I have to tell you. You're my boss, only till my duty hour. And I have an off today. " I reply, while not stopping my legs from moving and hands from working.

"I'm done with mine, I'm going to check the music department. " I tell Hans as I get on my tracks. I've created a personalized list filled with romantic songs.

It was almost impossible to book the orchestra group just before two days of the main event. But when Noriana Williamson is here, nothing to fear.

Cliche me.

After talking to them about the whole song patterns. I go back to the centre of field where the main event is supposed to happen. And no surprise, Mr. Male Bitch is busy on his phone. He can't focus on one thing, can he?

" ...dancing? Make sure those bastards never walk on their feet again. "

" Are you running a goons business for part time purpose? " I ask raising an eyebrow as I unintentionally eavesdrop his conversation.

Without continuing the conversation, he ends the call. What could he possibly be talking about? " Um, something like that. " he turns to me and smiles. " Your work done? " he asks

" Almost. Wanna see how is it going to be done? "

" Sure. " he says and I grab his wrist and pull him slightly to the left.

" There, you see, Joe will come from that side and then will slowly walk down the aisle, with the song ' Love me like you do ' playing in the background in low volume. " before continuing, I drag him to the stage.

" The song will be at it's least volume when they will say ' I do ' to each other. And the moment they will come closer to kiss, the ' So what are you waiting for... ' part will blow out the speakers. " I tell with an unmeasurable feeling of utter happiness and excitement.

" Brilliant, love." he claps twice.

All of the sudden, all the lights turns off and Ed Sheeran's song ' Perfect ' starts ringing in my ears. That idiot orchestra group, can't they understand a tiny little pattern? And what's wrong with the lights?

" What the hell is--" before I could utter a single word further, a hand slips behind my back and fixes its grip on my waist and pushes me towards the owner of that hand.

The stage center's lights illuminate and all I can see is, myself in Hans' embrace. " Hans, this is not the time. " I mumble out but he on the contrary doesn't give a hitch. Instead, runs his fingers through my bare hands, then clasp them into mine.

" DARLING, JUST DIVE RIGHT IN, AND FOLLOW MY LEAD. "

" Hans stop. " I try to push him away with my other hand, to which he takes the advantage and places it on his shoulder. I can push him away. But honestly, I don't want to.

He starts dancing on the slow beats along with me." You remember, you were the one who made me learn this weird dance on gun point. " I look down at the floor to hide my blushing cheeks.

Convincing him to learn dance was as hard as to stop a baby from crying.

" Yeah, I do. And you sucked at it. "

" But you loved me anyway, didn't you? "

I still do. But maybe we're destined to be like this.

" I FOUND A WOMAN, STRONGER THAN ANYONE I KNOW. "

" Mr. Boss, your girlfriends would be very mad if they see you with your assistant like this. " I smirk and he whirls me with his finger. I stop whirling and again fall in arms, more passionately this time.

" Don't worry about them, love. "

" W-why don't you close these buttons. You're at a wedding not club. " I tell hesitatingly. Don't take me wrong, he's just looking too handsome to resist. And there are female guests coming.

" Is my fair broad chest turning you on? " he smirks and I cringe. Bullshit. He and his dirty head. Malebitch.

" You have quite a dirty brain, Mr. Boss. "

" You have a fair idea about my dirty head. And why don't you call me with the endeared name you have given me. "

What name?

" Don't act so oblivious. You know what I am talking about. " he continues to play with his lips and dance with me, while leaving me in confusion.

" I SEE MY FUTURE IN YOUR EYES. "

" Male Bitch. Isn't that what you call me when you feel too desperate to make love with me. " he bites his lower lip and...

What the bloody freaking effing hell?

" How do you--? "

" Shh my favorite part is coming. " he pushes me away to pull me closer once again in such a way that I land nowhere but close to his heart. He holds my waist softly and I put my face in the crook of his neck while hugging him tightly.

With a little wish to never let him go, I close my eyes, knowing he is not mine. He never was.

" I HAVE FAITH IN WHAT SEE,

NOW I KNOW I HAVE MET AN ANGEL IN PERSON,

SHE LOOKS PERFECT.

I DON'T DESERVE THIS, BUT YOU LOOK PERFECT.

TONIGHT. "

The music stops and we pull away reluctantly," So you don't remember texting me last night. Ouch, I'll pretend it didn't hurt. " he taunts.

What texting? I don't remember anything!

" What are you talking about? "

He pulls out his cell phone and shows me some weird text messages. I wouldn't have believed it, but the images can't lie. Oh heavens, now it's all coming back to my brain.

Wait! Is that was he was talking about on phone?

" Earlier, when I asked you about that goons business, you were talking about these men on phone? " I ask being dead serious while he just shrugs his shoulder like it's nothing.

Wait. Does that mean he was jealous? I have seen movies where the hero beats the villian to protect his heroin. I could never think that someone would do that for me. " Hans Nicholas Anderson, I can never understand you. "

" You don't have to, love. Because you already understand me well, you just prefer to live in denial. " a fact it is that he just whispered in my ear. Maybe, he's right. I know what he feels. I just don't know why he feels what he feels.

He was the one who wanted to get rid of me. And now he's trying to be possessive. What kind of material is he made up of?

" Listen, I've got too much work to waste my time here. " best way to step out of such situation. Act oblivious and just walk out. I acted oblivious but on time of walking out, he holds my hand and pulls me towards him with so much force like he owns me.

He looks into my eyes while rubbing my cheek with his thumb. Feels like his touch is doing some kind of magic on me. I turn my face away in order to break the eye contact.

But he decides to stay stubborn. He grabs my face and intertwines his lips with mine.

In the first second, I try to understand what is even happening. In the next second, I feel the bliss of his lips brushing against mine.

In the third second, my brain fights with my heart. And in the fourth second, I kiss him back. The heart wins eventually.

He's my true love, after all. The only man who can excite my hormones. Every inch of my skin has craved for his touch.

My hands enter his hair and I suck his lips. When he kissed me for the first time, I didn't know how to react. And I regretted it forever for not kissing him the way I wanted.

I don't like repeating same mistakes.

I don't know if I'll ever get a chance to kiss him again. So this time, I will kiss him as long and as passionately as I can. While our tongue plays with one another he grabs my waist as strongly as he can and I wrap my arms around his broad chest.

I don't want to apart my lips from his but my breath is betraying me now. We pull away. I don't have the courage to look in his eyes but I still do as I huff.

His eyes are telling me that whatever just happened wasn't a play or act. It was real. He felt exactly the same way I felt. Like he loves me too. I wish I could confess how much I love him.

The thing stopping me is not my ego, but my self respect.

But what is stopping him?

" Noriana, I-I wanted to say that. Um. I mean-- " before he could complete my phone rings and I wish I could break it from my mindpower. Eventually, I look down at my phone.

It's Josie.

Shit. It's her wedding and here I am making out with my enemy. I pick up the call, " Nora, where the hell are you. I can't find my shoes. Did I even bring the shoes? Nora, come fast I'm going insane. "

" Shoes are in the-- nevermind I'm coming. "

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Hello, dear readers. ٩( ᐛ )و

❁ I apologize with my whole heart. Would you believe if I say I totally forgot yesterday was Friday?

❁ But hey, Nora and Hans' first kiss after all those years. I'm not good at writing such intimate scenes though.

❁ Also, would you mind if I update the Part 2 on this Tuesday, as an apology.