Chapter 4 Will Stella Accept The Proposal

Parker

I hit my hand on the alarm. That was ringing on my phone nonstop. I checked the time. It was 6:00 AM in the morning.

I woke up and got into the shower to take a bath. As the warm water and threw me, I thought of the ways I could propose the marriage to Stella.

I plan ahead of everything and I have to make sure that everything goes right today.

When I was finished getting ready. I went to the Harley's. To meet my future wife, unfortunately.

The diner was packed with a greasy smell and a lot of chit-chatting voices of people. It was a warm and friendly environment, but it was also very prudent for my taste.

I don't know why Dad comes here to have breakfast when he can have ten times better food prepared by a Michelin star chef at our home.

I asked the waitress to call Stella for me. And to inform her that I want to meet her.

I patiently waited for Stella to make an appearance.

However, I was about to fall off my seat when I first saw her. Stella was remarkably beautiful girl. But, she looked a lot younger than I am. How old is she? I wondered.

She had the most perfect curves ever. And, as she walked closer swaying those amazing hips of hers I noticed her intriguing blue eyes which were extremely vibrant. Her lips were pouty but not extremely huge. Just the perfect size to..... Damn. Take your mind out of the gutter you pervert.

She was not the kind of beautiful girls I was used to, she was naturally beautiful.

Whereas, all the girls I have dated in the past were mostly had some kind of work done on their body, mostly their lips, breasts and butts. Not that I am complaining they looked very beautiful regardless.

But, there is something about the girls in front of me. She so beautiful naturally. I never thought I would like this kind of girl. She looks soft as a petal. Her porcelain cheeks hold a slight sheen and color. She looks like an angel that descended from the heaven, even though she just came out of the kitchen.

She comes towards the booth I am sitting in with her brows curved in confusion. Damn.... She looks so adorable. In that skirt that she is wearing which is around four inches above her knees I got a perfect view of her slender legs, which go on for days.

She looked so beautiful that I had to curse my self for getting hard under the table just by a mere glance at her. In this very moment a thought came to mind that I don't mind marrying this girl.

Which shocked me and scared me at the same time. I don't remember my self being scared of anything in my life.

I saw a perverted old man gawking at her ass. I wanted to kill him in tact moment regardless of the consequences.

What the hell? Why am I feeling so possessive about her? I have not even talk to her yet!

"Hi, Tay...., , she trailed off, as she took a look at me and her eyes went wide in her face as she realized it is me who has asked for her appearance and not my Dad.

She swallowed visibly. Wait a second... was I having that effect on her, if yes than it is good.

She just stood there, starting at me with those soft and vibrant blue eyes. But, then she pulled her self out of the zone she was in and narrowed her eyes at me.

The action was supposed to intimidate me but damn, she looked sexy as hell. So sexy that I was annoyed at my self getting hard at a damn diner.

"Who are you? And what do you want?" she asked with indictment. Her tone betraying the look of appreciation in her eyes.

I looked at her in a composed way even though I was a bit freaked out about what she thinks of me. Which by the way is a very new feeling for me, as I don't give a damn of what any one thinks of me. But, apparently I care about what she thinks about me.

I raised my brow at her even though I wanted to smile at her fake annoyance. She acted like I was a cockroach she would like to squash with her feet.

"Pardon me?" I asked her in a polite and calm manner. Which I knew would designated infuriate her.

She narrowed her eyes at me and looked at me in a contemplative way.

"I said, you are not Mr. Morgan. I was informed that Mr. Morgan is wishing to see me, and you are not Mr. Morgan. So, who are you and what do you want?" she said in a stern tone. Which made me frown in disdain. I wanted her to talk to me with respect.

But, what annoyed me the most was that I liked her anger as well since it was directed at me. I want her anger, her annoyance, her hurt all of it directed at and no one else.

Fuck.... I have never felt this way for no one before. She is affecting me way too much.

"And how do you know that I'm not Mr. Morgan? I mean Mr. Morgan can have kids, right? And if you know Mr. Morgan so well you might as well know that he has a son. So quit being rude, miss. And, just to acquaint you I do not tolerate It when people demand answers from me." I asked her and watched her whole false bravado fall off of her. Check that baby girl.

She just rolled her eyes in annoyance and rising back up. I don't think I can ever win with this woman. She is one hell of a kind.

"Of course, Mr. Morgan. The younger, grumpier and less pleasant Mr. Morgan, Is that you?" she said in a sardonic voice with a smirk plastered on her face. Which, by the way looked so damn adorable and mischievous all at the same time. She batted her thick and full eyelashes at me. And, damn if I didn't want to see them just like that from a different angle. She can bat them however she likes while suck–. Don't go there, and embarrass yourself Parker,. I think to my self.

"You act like you do not know who I already am? Nor sarcasm neither lying is an adequate virtue Ms. Clarke. You might get in a lot of trouble with either of them." I said a bit annoyed that she didn't know I was. She doing numbers on my ego.

I don't remember any girl who was this unaffected by my presence. Usually they gushed all over the fact that I am in front if them. This girl, not so much.

But, I am sure if I press on the right keys she'll definitely find me attractive.

She looked at me with those dangerous eyes narrowed at me and said, " Are you not the biggest hypocrite in the universe for talking about being virtuous. As given your own image is not very pleasant Mr. Morgan."

Damn, I sigh a breath of relief because she knows who I am. But, she seems to have a bad image of me planted in her head. She is a quiet an opinionated women for a waitress. So, I control my urge to smile bash fully at her and told her, "I do not give a damn about your opinions on me. I am here to make a deal." To put her in her place.

But, I should have known she is a little pit fire, she won't back down from a fight or argument.

"I am not interested in making any sorts of deal with you, you may now get lost of my sight. Have a good day, Mr. Morgan " she said with a scowl of disgust on her face.

Then she started to get away from me, so I shot my hand out and grabbed her by her elbow. She turned towards me and I was taken a back with the venom in her eyes. The look she was giving me right now was not playful at all. It was all serious and deathly.

"I would suggest that you leave my hand the very second Mr. Morgan. Because, if you do not I will have to chop it off to get you off of me. And, no one in the entire world would be surprised at me for defending my self. Leave. My. Hand." I swallowed at her little out burst, kicking my self mentally for starting all of this on a wrong foot.

But, the zeal with which she said the words 'leave my hand' made me wonder, has she been hurt before?

I dropped her hand and pushed her in the booth and slides in besides her. "You are reason we are in the mess in the first place so stop acting like you are the victim." I told her, more like an accusation so that, she would calm down and listen.

She started to fight against me and curse me only my next words made her stop in her tracks and gape at me with wide eyes.

"You have to marry me for a year." I announced, I didn't ask her because I knew she would never say yes.

"What?" she asked with horrified eyes as if she just saw a bunch of zombies. Her expression was a mix of disgust, defiance and confusion.

And, my heart just skipped a beat seeing her like that.