That One Time by Marian Tee

sobbed out, “Do you really mean it this time?”
    “With all my heart.”
    Tears streaming down her face, Ayah demanded shakily, “Do you really believe in us now?”
    Nic said savagely, “I’ll still believe in us even if it means having to believe everything else in this world is untrue.” His voice broke off, the fear of being too late strangling him. Was this it, he wondered dully. Had he lost his final gamble?
    He forgot about pride and arrogance, forgot about everything except the fact that he needed her to love him. He begged, “Ayah, please.”
    Click.
    His head snapped up.
    A smile wobbled on her lips as love shone from her eyes. “For the digital scrapbook we’ll build together.”
    Before he could react, she had bent down and kissed him. Her tears seeped between their lips, but it only made the kiss sweeter, not bitter, because the tears came with a promise for the future.  
    She whispered in his ear, “I love you… Nic. ”

~ Epilogue ~  
     
    “That was Johnny?” Nic demanded hours later as he crossed the threshold of Venetian Macau’s largest suite with his bride in his arms. It had been a beautiful wedding, even though it had been organized with mere hours to spare. His whole life, he had disliked being a de Koningh but now he had a reason to treasure it. Only his last name had made it possible for Nic to give the woman he loved the kind of wedding she deserved.
    An entire ballroom had been transformed into a recreational park that bore a striking resemblance to Ngong Ping 360, complete with a replica of the Giant Buddha at the corner. Willem had taken one look at it and gave his bride an impressed smile. “My brother likes his urban pleasures, you know. The fact that you were able to convince him to go all the way up…he must love you very much.”
    “You make me sound like a lazy piece of shit,” Nic had growled. He turned to Ayah to reassure her that he wasn’t as lazy as Willem had made him sound – and he wasn’t, considering the fact that he went hiking once a month –  
    Ayah had been looking at him with a lovestruck expression. “Is it true?” she whispered. “You’re not into stuff like that and you did it for me?”
    Ignoring his brother’s knowing look, Nic said, “Yes, lieverd. I’ll do anything for you to keep loving me.”
    And he should , Nic told himself, since too many men were after his wife . He glared at her. “You made him sound like a young boy when you talked to me about him.” He was still stinging at the way the Taiwanese brat had tried kissing his wife right in front of him. Damn kissing monster , Nic thought.
    She kissed his cheek. “He is a boy. He’s just nineteen, you know.”
    “A boy is a boy if his cock is no larger than my finger.”
    Ayah gasped. “Nic!”
    “But that boy…” He raised a brow at her. “Unless you’re aware he’s got a small dick?”
    She groaned. “Stop it. I don’t want to imagine anyone’s dick but yours.”
    Silence.
    She dropped her head on his shoulder. “That sounded too graphic.”
    He chuckled, and the way his chest vibrated against her breasts teased her nipples into life. “Deliciously so.”
    Just two words from him, and she was breathless already. She pulled away, enough for their gazes to meet. “I want to be yours now, Nic.”
    The next thing she knew, she was on the bed, he was on top of her, and they were both naked. She giggled. “You have got to be one of the fastest persons in the world when it comes to getting naked.”
    He kissed her giggling mouth. “Time to shut up, Mrs. de Koningh, since I’m going to fuck you hard.” He kneaded her breast. “From now on, all I want to hear from you are moans, cries, and if you need to speak, it better have my name on it.” He tweaked her nipple, and she jerked and cried out. “Understood, lieverd?”
    She moaned in response, already lost in the pleasure of his touch.
    He smiled. “Good.”
    He took his time, kissing every inch of her satiny