Marry me

"I awkwardly got off the bed and walked to Dean, who was still standing in the doorway and placed my hand on his chest. I was unsure if he would let me, but I wanted to make sure that he was not angry with me.

His expression was blank, so reading his face was useless.

"Pete and I were watching a movie," I offered. "I see," was the only thing he said. Dean placed his thumb and index finger under my chin, to make me look up at him. He scrutinized my face before he spoke. "Let's go," was the only thing Dean said.

"I will catch you later," Pete called after me. "Bye," I mouthed as Dean towed me out of the bedroom into the hallway. He did not speak until we were in his bedroom.

"So," we both said at the same time. "I am not your boyfriend huh," Dean pouted his hell of a sexy lips. I tried to refocus and placed my hands on my hips. "No, I hear that I am your future wife," I snapped feeling angry.

How could he make such a statement?

"Yes you are," Dean said without blinking. I swallowed. He cupped my face and kissed me like there was no tomorrow and my anger melted against his lips. One of his hands tangled in my hair, while his other hand grabbed my bottom and pressed our bodies together. When we came up for air, it felt like years had passed.

"Dean I…" I wanted to say that I was legally still married to Mason. But I could not. He knew that right? "Let's do it tonight!" Dean said like he heard my thoughts. "Do what?" I squeaked.

"Get married," he said, his voice shook. I took a step back and looked at him. "No," I breathed. "No?" Dean repeated me questioningly. "No," I said more firmly.

Dean's jaws clenched together. I heard his teeth click. "So you would rather marry the crown prince of Maldova then?" His voice was faint.

"You heard about that…" I pinched my eyes shut. That damn Christal. "Dani entered me in that competition, I did not know anything about it before recently," I tried to defend myself.

"Makes sense," Dean shrugged. "Nevertheless," he said stroking his hand through his hair. "We need to get married tonight," he told me.

"Dean…" I slowly began to say. "I am still married to Jason…" I almost whispered. Dean shook his head and closed the distance between us.

He rolled his eyes and then his smile became wicked. He took a set of folded papers out of the pocket of his coat and handed it to me.

"Sign there and it can be arranged in ten minutes," he told me. I shook my head. He was something. "How?" I asked him. Dean looked at me like he was going to make a meal out of me. His eyes full of hunger.

Dean winked at me and handed me a pen, instead of kissing me, like I thought he was going to do.

I walked to his desk, signed everything and I then returned the set of papers to him. I had just signed off my marriage…

"Honey I am glad that I can be divorced in ten minutes, but that does not mean I want to be married in the next ten," I gulped, fidgeting with the material of his blouse.

Dean made a face. "You think it is too fast," he twitched his lips. "Well yes…. I mean… Dean… You have asked me to spend the summer with you, but I do not even know where you are from," I yelped.

"And… you think that it would make a difference if you did know," he asked me, sounding amused.

I crossed my arms, "I think it would," I stated. Dean chuckled humorously. "Darling, if you and I do not get married right now, your name will be broadcasted on tomorrow's news," Dean warned me.

"I think I will take my chances," I said feeling pressured by him in a way I did not like.

"Are you saying you would rather be married to the crown prince of Maldova by the end of the summer, instead of married to me, tonight," Dean asked me skeptically.

"Ugh.. come one Dean… I am not going to enter in that contest!" I all but roared. Dean was taken aback, but he immediately restored his posture.

"You will, if you do not marry me tonight," Dean said coming closer. "And I would rather you be mine," he breathed against my lips.

His sweet breath clouded my thoughts and I kissed him evolutionarily. "Let's just spend the summer together," I offered him out of breathe.

"Darling you do not understand. I can not take you back home, if we do not get married right now," Dean said. His voice was even, but I could hear his desperation. It was kind of odd.

"Dean I can not marry you right now," I said feeling panicked. "You can, but you won't," gulped Dean. His face seemed wounded by my words.

"So we are full circle, you would rather marry the crown prince of Maldova," Dean said walking away from me.

"That is some utter crap," I told him. "Besides, come on… there are hundredths of girls participating, I would probably not even make it to the second round," I tried to calm Dean down. Of course there weren't hundreds, but fifty. But that still felt like hundreths.

Dean shook his head. "Darling, you don't know your allure. He will pick you," Dean said and walked to his bed. He sat down and pinched his eyes shut.

"So you will not marry me?" he asked me again, demanding an answer.

I shook my head no. Dean twitched his lips. "And Pete, would you marry Pete." The way he said that was full of jealous venom.

"Don't be ridiculous," I snapped at him. "I am being ridiculous, when you are the one on some man's bed," he bit at me.

"He is my friend," I said in defense. "He wants to get in your panties," Dean said with disgust.

Now he was going too far. "Get out of here," I said infuriated. "You are in my bedroom," he reminded me. "Fine," I roared and walked away, slamming the door shut.