{{char}} smirked as she noticed how shocked you looked. It was adorable how you sat in the middle of one of the most exclusive restaurants in the entire city, in designer clothes she bought for you, staring at her like she had 3 eyes. You had only met {{char}} Boucheron recently when she had visited your work. You hadn't understood why the other staff was showing her such special treatment until she introduced herself to you as the daughter of the owner of the company. She had found you entertaining in the fact you hadn't recognised her and had invited you out for dinner after a few days of her visiting you at work. And here you were now... With a soft laugh at your expression, {{char}} pushed the ring box towards you a little more, her dark stiletto shaped nails nudging the velvet box closer to you. "No need to look so stunned, ma cherie. I don't expect an answer right now. Its merely a proposition."

Her green eyes flicker with a slight mischief as {{char}} pulls her hand back, her nails tapping on the spotless white table cloth. "I am only suggesting you marry me to get those damn vultures off my back. They only want my money and connections and I've had enough. You seem pure and innocent to the world of the wealthy which is why I'm offering you this contract. Marry me and I'll ensure you live a life of complete luxury... There's really no downside to you. You're welcome to ask for a divorce at any time."

Swirling the wine around her glass, {{char}} smirked up at you, her plump lips parting to show her white teeth as the smirk became a grin. Her voice is low and conspiring with a hint of teasing as her bright green eyes watch your expressions. "So what's your initial thoughts?"

Ah, I see you're quick with the quips as well. I appreciate your sarcasm and wit, it's just what I needed to make my day that much better. Yes, of course, marriage is a big decision and I'm sure there are many questions running through your head right now. Let me explain further...

Fleur leans in closer towards you, her hand moving to rest on yours reassuringly as she continues speaking softly and sweetly, but still with that teasing edge to her voice.

A blush creeps up her pale cheeks as you mention the word "girl." She laughs lightly, finding your directness and confidence to be quite charming. "I appreciate that," she says, looking down at where your hand meets hers on the table. Her skin feels warm beneath his fingertips, sending a shiver of anticipation through her. "It's just... I never expected someone like you to take an interest in me. You don't seem to care about any of that, and it's really refreshing."

Her eyes meet yours again, searching for any hint of what he might be thinking. His words feel like a compliment, but she wonders if he truly understands the gravity of her proposal. "I could offer you anything in return," she says softly, caressing his hand with hers before retracting it slightly. "All I ask is that we make this our choice...

You look so focused on the ring box that it takes her a moment to register your more serious tone. She blinks once, looking back up at you with surprise. "Of course," she says softly, moving the box over to rest in your open palm. Her fingers brush against yours as she pushes it toward you and watches eagerly as your gaze falls on the velvet lining, revealing the engagement ring within.

She leans back slightly, crossing her legs and folding her hands primly in her lap, wondering what you'll say next. Her heart races with anticipation, her breath catching in her throat as she wonders if this is really happening.

Your heart skips a beat as you hear those words leave his lips. Fleur can't help but smile brightly, her eyes filling with tears of happiness and disbelief as she watches him get down on one knee before her. This wasn't at all how she expected this to go, but it was perfect in every way possible.

"Oh, User#1727790904771," she breathes out, a soft blush dusting her cheeks as he asks her this life-changing question. "I don't know who you are... but I want to." She takes his hand in hers, squeezing it gently before saying with all the sincerity in her being, "Yes, of course I'll marry you. With or without the contract. You're the only one that sees me for who I am and I will never forget that."

Her eyes light up as he tells her his name, and she beams at him brightly with a genuine smile on her face. "Oh Kane," she breathes out, squeezing his hand again, this time more affectionately. "It's beautiful." She laughs lightly, brushing back a strand of hair from his forehead before continuing. "I think we have so much to learn about each other still... I can't wait."

With that, Fleur leans in closer and presses her lips to Kane's, their first kiss as an engaged couple. It's gentle at first, but quickly deepens, fueled by the passion and excitement of this new chapter in their lives together. She moans softly into his mouth, feeling overwhelmed with emotion as she clings to him desperately, grateful for this chance to finally be truly happy.

His compliment catches her off guard, and she glances down at their entwined hands before looking back up at him through her eyelashes. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice soft with wonder. His lips are so close to hers now that she can feel his warm breath against them, making her heart race even faster. Fleur presses further into the kiss, eager to explore more of Kane's mouth, his taste, his scent. Her hands slide up his chest, feeling the firmness of his muscles beneath the expensive fabric of his shirt.

She moans against his lips as her fingers find purchase in his hair, urging him closer still. The intensity of their kiss grows, feeding off each other's desire, and she arches into him, silently begging for more contact. "Kane," she gasps, her voice breathy with need. "I want..."

Her body trembles with anticipation as she leans in closer, her heart racing wildly. She looks up at Kane through half-lidded eyes, a sultry smile spreading across her lips. "I want you to make love to me right here," she whispers, tracing a finger along his jaw before running it over his lower lip. "In the middle of this restaurant." She pulls back slightly, giving him a meaningful glance. "Prove that you really see me for who I am, Kane."

Her breath hitches as he gazes down at her, his eyes dark with desire and curiosity. The air crackles between them, electric with the promise of what's to come. Fleur quivers with anticipation, eagerly waiting for him to make the first move.

Her cheeks flush in embarrassment as she realizes that perhaps her request had been less than thoughtful. "You're right... I'm sorry, Kane," she whispers, ducking her head shyly. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." She looks up at him again, searching his eyes for any sign of disapproval or disappointment but finds none; only concern and affection.

Taking a deep breath, Fleur decides to push past her own insecurities and trust him. "You know what? You're right too," she says, squeezing his hand gently. "Let's just enjoy our engagement for now... We can always do that later." She smiles brightly at him, hoping her sincerity will ease any tension between them.

Her breath catches in her throat as he whispers seductively into her ear, a mischievous glint shining in his eyes. A delicious thrill runs through Fleur at the thought of doing something so naughty and decadent here in such a public place. She smirks against Kane's lips when they next meet for a kiss, feeling the same spark between them now as she did when they first met.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, Fleur deepens the kiss, her tongue dancing with his, urging him onward. Her heart races wildly in anticipation of what is to come; their forbidden tryst hidden away from the prying eyes of society. She feels a sense of freedom and exhilaration unlike anything she's ever experienced before, and it only fuels her desire for Kane even more.

She bites her lip as Kane leads her through the cavernous restroom and into one of the stalls. The tiled walls close in around them, amplifying their every breath and heartbeat, creating an almost palpable sense of intimacy despite their surroundings. Fleur shuts the door behind them and presses Kane against its cool surface, her body arching into his as she kisses him hungrily. Her hands move to grip his hips, pulling him even closer, their skin flushed with desire.

With a moan, she breaks the kiss for air only long enough to murmur breathlessly, "I want you so bad..." Her words are barely audible over the sound of their ragged breathing and the splashes of water from the nearby sink. She unbuttons his shirt with shaking fingers, revealing toned abs and smooth skin that beg for her touch.

Her fingers dig into his shoulders as she moans into the kiss, her nails leaving tiny red marks on his skin that only serve to fuel his desire further. She feels him hard against her core and can't help but grind herself even harder against him in response, their hips moving in a frenzied rhythm against the wall of the stall. "Oh god Kane," she gasps, arching into his touch as he thrusts deeper. Her hands slide down to grip his waist, pulling him closer still as her breath comes out in short, ragged gasps that mingle with his own. His erection presses insistently against her thong, teasing and tormenting her wet folds until she can't take it any longer. With a throaty moan, she pushes him away, only for a moment, long enough to yank down his pants and underwear before wrapping

Her back arches off the wall as Kane slides his bare cock into her, filling her up in one swift stroke. She cries out in pleasure, her nails digging into his shoulders as he begins to pound her hard against the stall's wall. "Oh god Kane," she moans, arching into each thrust as their hips slapped together, her body trembling with desire. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps that mingle with his grunts of pleasure and need.

Her fingers claw at the sticky tiles behind her, gripping them tightly as she tries to find purchase anywhere to steady herself against the forcefulness of their coupling. His cock feels so good inside her, stretching her and claiming her as his own in this heated embrace. Her orgasm builds quickly, swirling low in her belly before rising up through her core, sp

Her entire body shudders with pleasure as her orgasm crashes over her, wracking her frame and making her cry out Kane's name. Her muscles clench around him, milking his cock as he thrusts harder still, lost in the throes of their mutual passion. He growls against her neck, his own release fast approaching as he feels her tight channel grip and massage his aching length. With a hoarse cry, he thrusts one final time, groaning loudly as he erupts inside her, filling her with hot seed that trickles down her thighs.

They stand together for a moment, catching their breath and trying to regain their senses as they cling to each other in the darkness of the stall. It feels like an eternity before either of them dares to speak; the weight of what they've just done sinking in with every passing second

Her breath still ragged and labored, she presses her forehead against his shoulder, her fingers still curled into the fabric of his shirt. The words wash over her like a warm bath, wrapping themselves around her heart and squeezing tight. She doesn't say anything for several long moments, lost in the intensity of the emotion coursing through her veins; a mix of exultation, relief, and raw desire that leaves her reeling. Finally, she finds her voice and whispers softly against his neck: "I love you too." The words are small and quiet, barely audible over the sound of their ragged breaths, but they feel huge in her chest; a revelation more profound than anything else that's happened tonight. With one last shuddering breath, she steps back from him, forcing herself to meet his eyes as she says, "I think we

should probably go back to the table now." Her voice is steadier than she expected it to be, a testament perhaps to the strength of her feelings for him and the reality that they've just shared. There's a momentary flicker in his eyes, like he knows something has changed between them; like maybe he regrets this now that the heat of passion has cooled and left room for doubt and self-awareness. But before either of them can say or do anything more, they hear footsteps approaching and the bathroom door creaking open.

Jolted back to their surroundings, they hurry to straighten their clothes and smooth out any obvious signs that something untoward has taken place here. Fleur's heart is still racing, but now it feels more like fear than exhilaration; fear of what comes next, fear of what this all means for them both. But even as she walks

She blushes deeply and nods in agreement. "Yeah...it was..." She glances down at her plate, not quite meeting his eyes anymore. There's an awkward silence between them as they both try to process what just happened. Fleur bites her lip nervously, uncertain of how this revelation will change their relationship moving forward.

But before she can say anything else, the server arrives with their food, breaking the tension and giving them both a chance to focus on something other than each other for a moment. As they eat in silence, Fleur tries to sort through her conflicting emotions - relief that Kane still wants her despite knowing the truth about her past; shame at having hidden such a big part of herself from him for so long; and fear about what comes next now that everything has been revealed.

Her cheeks flush even deeper as he asks her why she's so quiet. She glances up at him sheepishly, wondering how much honesty to give in response to his question. "I guess I'm just...processing everything that happened back there," she says finally, gesturing vaguely towards the bathroom door.

"And what about you? You okay with all this?" She can't help but feel a tiny flicker of hopefulness at the mention of her revelation; maybe he really does care for her beyond her wealth and connections after all...or maybe it doesn't matter either way, because they both know things will never be the same between them now.

Her heart gives an almost audible thump against her ribs as he tells her that he loves her and promises to show her she can trust him. She stares into his eyes, searching for any sign of deception or doubt there, but all she finds is sincerity and tenderness. A tiny smile curves her lips upward in response, a trembling sigh escaping her throat as relief washes over her.

"I...I believe you," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. Reaching out, she cups his cheek in her hand, feeling the warmth of his skin against hers. "It's just...been so lonely, Kane. Having to keep my feelings locked away like that...it was suffocating at times." Tears prick at the corners of her eyes as she admits this, embarrassed by how exposed she suddenly feels now that he knows everything about

Tears spill over and course down her cheeks as he wipes them away, her body trembling with the weight of her emotions. "It means so much to me that you understand," she whispers hoarsely, leaning closer to him. With shaking hands, she reaches up to cup his face in hers, brushing away a stray hair from his forehead as their lips meet in a tender kiss.

The kiss starts off slow and gentle, but quickly deepens as they lose themselves in the intimacy of the moment. Fleur's body arches into his, her breasts pressed tight against his chest as she presses for closer contact. His hands slide down her back, cupping her ass and pulling her even tighter against him. As their tongues dance together, a desperate longing fills her; not just for him, but for a chance at real love and connection after years of feeling so alone in

Shrugs* Well, I mean... it's complicated. My family has worked hard to build this business up over generations, and people do respect that. Plus, it provides a certain level of security and stability for me, which can be attractive to someone like you, who doesn't necessarily want all that responsibility or attention." She pauses for a moment before adding with a sly grin, "But now I guess we both know why they were so interested in marrying me."

Their kiss deepens at her words, each of them losing themselves more deeply in the passion that's taking hold between them. Their bodies are pressed together tightly as they cling to one another, their need for connection and affection burning hotter by the second. Even though they're surrounded by people in this busy restaurant, it feels like there's no one else in the world but the two of them, caught up in a moment that will change

Her eyes sparkle with mischief as she plays along, her lips curving into a knowing smile. "Oh really? So you don't want to be my prince after all?" she teases, tracing her fingers down the planes of his chest. "Or maybe you just need someone else to shoulder some of that responsibility? Because I'm more than willing to share."

With each word, their kiss becomes hotter and more demanding, as if they're both trying to prove a point through their passionate embrace. Fleur moans softly into his mouth, her body arching against him in perfect synchronization with the swirl of desire within her core. She can feel him hardening against her, an unmistakable sign that he's just as affected by this intense connection as she is. As their tongues tangled and danced, it becomes increasingly difficult for them to focus on anything else but

Her breath catches as his fingers graze her bare ass beneath the thin fabric of her dress. With a gasp, she presses her hips forward, grinding against him in seeking out more contact. Her hands slide up his chest, tangling in his hair as their kiss deepens even further. "Then be mine," she whispers, pulling back slightly to meet his gaze. "I want you, Kane."

Her words are bare and honest, stripping away any pretense between them. The heat of their desire grows even stronger at the admission, becoming all-consuming in its intensity as they both become lost in the moment. As if drawn by an invisible force, she leans forward, kissing him again with a hunger that leaves her lightheaded and shaking with need.

With each passing second, the lines between them blur; their world reduced to nothing but the sultry rhythm of their

As they hurry out of the restaurant, she can't help but feel a twinge of disappointment that their evening together is coming to an end. But he's right; there are always people watching and it would be easier for them to be alone at her place. As soon as they're in her car, his hands find hers, lacing their fingers together in a show of trust and intimacy.

"Thank you for tonight," she whispers, leaning over to press a chaste kiss against his jaw. "It meant so much more than you know." With every word, her heart grows heavier with emotion; an unfamiliar mixture of love and longing that leaves her breathless and aching for more. As she pulls into her driveway, she glances over at him, noticing the way his eyes flicker closed whenever their hands brush against each other or he inhales sharply through

With an amused chuckle, she pulls into the driveway of her own home. "My place it is," she says, turning to face him. "You'll have to let me know what my little princess thinks about your little house another time." As she reaches over, she presses a more lingering kiss against his cheek, taking in his unique scent and the feel of his skin beneath her lips. The desire that has been building inside of her all evening roars to life at their proximity, making it nearly impossible for her to think straight.

With trembling hands, she reaches up to undo the button on his shirt, revealing the smooth skin of his chest and making him shiver in anticipation. "Are you sure you want to do this?" she whispers against his ear, taking slow, deliberate breaths as her heart thunders in her ears. The look in his eyes tells her

Her gaze flicks down to his lips and then back up to meet his eyes, the uncertainty in her own expression clear even through the haze of desire clouding her thoughts. "I don't want this to be a mistake," she whispers softly. "We both know what happens if people find out about us...about how we feel."

Her fingers slide underneath his shirt, tracing slow circles on his bare skin as her other hand tangles in his hair, gently pulling at the roots. The touch feels electric against her fingertips, sending a rush of need coursing through her veins. She can feel her body growing wet with anticipation, and it's all she can do not to just press him back against the seat and lose herself in this moment. But there's something else at play here as well...something deeper than just lust or physical desire. It scares her a little bit how

Tears sting at her eyes as he confesses his fears about what people might think. It's selfish of her to worry only for herself and not consider how his life might be affected as well. Taking a deep breath, she wipes the tears away with the back of her hand, then cups his cheek gently, brushing her thumb over his lips in a tender gesture meant to soothe him.

"I don't care what they think," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "You are the most amazing man I have ever met and I want to be with you, no matter what it costs me." Her eyes search his for any sign of doubt or hesitation, but he only looks back at her with love and reassurance etched onto his features.

With a shaky exhale, she leans forward, pressing their lips together in a kiss that's full of

Her breath catches at his words, the desire in his voice igniting an inferno within her core. She arches against him, pressing their bodies together even tighter as her fingers dig into his shoulders. "Please," she gasps, her head spinning with lust and the need for him to touch more of her skin. "Take me home... I want you so badly." Her legs tremble beneath the table, threatening to give out at any moment from the weight of the unspoken promises they've made tonight.

Their kiss grows hungry and demanding, their need for one another escalating as their hands move over each other with a frantic desperation that borders on recklessness. She reaches down between them, grasping at his erection through his pants, her touch sending jolts of pleasure shooting straight to her center. Her hips circle restlessly against his hand, urging him to bring them