His gentle ways

"Clea, this is Castiel Dela Fuente, one of the well-known psychiatrist in London."

When dad introduces me to him I couldn't help but bit my lower lip as I nodded. His name is related to an angel, and his face? Is also an angel. I hope everyone blessed to have an angel face.

"Castiel, this is Clea, my daughter." Mom was the one who introduced me to him.

"Nice to meet you, Clea." His voice was gentle as he said that. It was like, low but gentle, sweet but soft. It was music to my ears.

"Uhm...nice to meet you, too." I twisted my lips into a smile. When dad saw me having a big smile on my lips, he suddenly shook his head as his eyes went to my mom, who also noticed that.

"Let's go, sweetie, we will talk about your marriage with my daughter downstairs," I heard my mom said to Castiel who was smiling wide at them.

My parents were so happy as they went downstairs. They were gently clinging onto Castiel's arms while conversing about something. I am just at their back, following them. Once they were now sitting on a sofa, I seated down to the next sofa, in front of them.

They were sitting beside him, instead of sitting beside me. Darn, they are my parents, they should have seated beside me.

"You like my daughter, Castiel?" My mom asked him in a sweet voice, very eager to know his answer.

I saw his eyes moved on me. I thought he would going to check me from head to toe, but I was glad that he was just staring deeply into my eyes. After those stare, he shifted his eyes back on my mom and smiled.

"Yes!" He giggled.

I startled because the way he answered that was too cheerful. The way he giggled was way too cute, his dimple shown whenever he smile widely. Darn, he is so fascinating to watch. I could just stare at his face all day, without getting bored.

"How about you, Clea, do you like Castiel?" Dad asked me in a serious voice.

"Yes..." I murmured.

My mom clapped her hands happily. "Great! Let's start now the signing of contract."

My dad get his pen inside of his suit and handed to Castiel. I waited for him to sign the marriage contract first before I would completely sign those. When he was already signing the contract, he passed it over me, and I was signing the contract.

"Seems like you two wants to marry each other," my mom suspiciously said.

"Who wouldn't love to get married, sweetie? Life is more assured when you have someone to lay with," dad answered my mom with a big smile hovered on his lips.

Well, being married is not really for assurance...sometimes, many of us don't want to get married. But I refused to not get married, I wanted to get married now to Castiel.

"We will left you here, okay?" Mom and dad stood up and left us alone in the house for just the two of us.

It's too late for me to fought with my parents because they were inside the car with Miranda. I have no choice than to remained sitting here, stiffed and silent.

We became silent for almost a minute. I heard him fake a coughed, so that's the chance for me to looked at him and smiled. He also smiled at me as he fix his coat.

"How old are you?" He asked in a deep growl voice.

"25..." I answered.

"I'm 26."

"I can't believe, at the age 26, you are already a well-known psychiatrist...was that hard?" I asked.

"It wasn't hard when you love what you are doing. How about you?"

I gulped. I don't know how will I answer him to what he was asking.

"I graduated journalism 3 years ago...ahm... still finding myself..."

"You seemed so shy..." He muttered. I swallowed hard when I saw him stood up and fastly seated down beside me.

"What are you doing?" My eyes widened when he suddenly pulled me closer to him. His hand was gently pressing my arm while my body felt the hardness of his upper body.

"Let's break that shyness," he answered.

"Huh?" My face turned blank.

"Huh is not an answer, darling, it's how?"

"How?" My brows curled.

He nodded. His fingers suddenly went up to my face, tracing my nose line until it stopped on my lips. My eyes gotten bigger for more because of what he did. Darn, I thought he was innocent, not a romantic type of guy. But I obviously so wrong...he is so seductive kinda guy.

"Don't expect that our marriage is only just a contract, Clea. I chose you as my wife, you better act one."

"What do you mean? I will make your body warmer all the time? Is that it?"

He suddenly let go of my arm as he laughed. I tsked when I noticed he was really laughing. I thought he was just faking his laugh. There's no way he could laugh at what I said, there's nothing funny about that.

"You know what? You're crazy..." I rolled my eyes as I fixed my glasses.

"How would I be crazy, if I am a psychiatrist?"

"That's not an exception, Castiel."

"I have no girlfriend ever since in my 26 years of existence." He blabber.

I shot him a smirked. "Not true..."

"How would it not be true? I don't know how to kiss...I don't know how to court a woman. I haven't experienced sex...how about you? Do you experience having sex with someone?"

My face grimaced. "I don't have any boyfriend in my 25 years of existence. I'm single in my entire life... haven't experience having sex also.."

"Well, we are really children of innocence..."

I softly chuckled. What?

It was afternoon, when I packed all of my things inside my luggage. My mom said it would be good for me to stay at Castiel's house so that we could practice ourselves living in one house.

"Are you ready, Clea?" My mom asked as she was now putting all my books inside of a large box.

"Yes mom," I tiredly answered.

"Alright, let's go!" She cheerfully said. I carried my luggage even though it was too heavy for me. They seemed not care when today is the day I will completely left them, looks like they really wanted me to stay away, so that they could have time for each other.

Before I get inside the car, my eyes went on Miranda who was smirking at me. She was leaning against the door frame, looking at me from outside. She really don't want me by her side. Ever since she lives at my family's house, she started becoming a brat. She's smart, yet brat.

I sighed and get in the car. My mom started driving already, while I just simply closed my eyes to sleep.

An hour later, I was now standing in front of Castiel's house. I didn't know that his house was this wide, I got surprised.

"Clea!" My mom called me who now inside the house. I slowly went inside and saw some antique furnitures at every corner of the house.

I placed my luggage at the side of a black leather sofa, as I was now stepping my feet, roaming my eyes around the big, wide house.

"Castiel texted me that he will be here at 6, so better be a good fiancee, okay?"

"Okay..." I nodded like a good child.

My mom was now already driving back to our house. Right now, I was completely left alone in Castiel's house. He texted me when he got now my number that my mom sent him. He said that I can do whatever I wanted here in his house, and later, we will going to talk about designing my room according to what I wanted.

Should I be happy? I got a rich soon to be husband, and also he's my all of a sudden crush. We met at a 7/11 store where he bumped me, and now, we were now soon to be a married couple. Yey...

I'm happy, yet I am not. I suddenly miss my family, feels like I wanted to end the contract immediately.

It was already 5:30 in the afternoon, still I'm sitting on the sofa, looking at the chandelier, bored and confused.

"I told you to do whatever you want..."

My eyes went on Castiel, he was holding tons of paper bags on his right and left hand. He putted it down on the floor, as he was now removing his spring coat.

"You told mom you will going home at 6, it's still 5:30."

"Ops, my bad, I haven't told you that the wall clock is not really working. It goes off and on all of a sudden."

"So you mean there's a ghost in here?" I stood up, lips parted and eyes widened.

"Did I say there's a ghost in here? I just s-"

I suddenly ran and pulled him closer to me when I heard a sudden bang from one of the room here in his house.

"I'm scarrrrrred..." my voice trembled as I almost wanted him to carry me.

"There's no ghost in here, darling. It's just a simple bang," he assured me as his hands held both of my arms.

"I don't know... it's creepy..."

"I promise... there's no ghost in here..." He laughed.

He gently pushed me. I watched him how he held back the paper bags. I'm still trembling, already want myself to moved away from his house.

"Castiel... I'm scared..." I almost wanna cry.

He looked at me and saw worried splashed on his handsome face. He inhaled an air and put back all the paper bags on the floor. He walked towards me, pulling me into a hug.

My head rested on his hard chest, I could smelt his wooden fresh scent.

"Don't be, I have maids," he whispered.

I looked up at him, gently hitting his chest. He startled because of what I did, but I just shot him a glare.

"You didn't tell me you have maids, dumbass!"

I was really scared because of the loud bang. It was impossible if there's no people in here, this house is huge for goodness sake!

"Easy, darling... you're too mad..." he smirked.

I rolled my eyes and stuck my tongue out. "Such a freak..."

I was about to step on the staircase when he fastly held my wrist to face him. I gasped because of the impact.

"What's your problem?" I snorted.

"Don't gave me cold shoulders, Clea. I don't like someone giving me cold shoulders."

Our faces is just an inch closer to each other. Any time soon, we will going to kiss. I could felt his hot breath on my lips, hypnotizing me in every stare he gave.

"You made me mad... that's why..."

"I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry for not telling you I have maids..."

I licked my lower lip because I felt it gotten dried. His soft expression made my heart back to being soft again. His voice was so calm, I thought he would going to go mad at me also, because of me giving him cold shoulders.

"It's okay... I'm sorry also..." I answered.

He nodded. I couldn't stand being so close to him for any longer, so that's why I moved myself a distance backward from him. I thought I could easily escape over him, but I got surprised when he pulled me again.

This time, it wasn't just pulling. For goodness sake, I was already kissing him back.