The One that Got Away

First, this was not a part of Cynthia's revenge plan. Second, she had no intention of stopping George whatsoever.

He looked so good right now after all those months of not being touched that she wanted nothing but to run her fingers through his wet hair and kiss him for an hour... or two.

But she would never cross that line with him. 

However, this was too precious of an opportunity for her not to rub salt over her ex's wound, it wasn't about love, she knew he didn't love her anymore, it was about the rivalry the two men had between each other for so long now. The one thing her ex hated most in this world was losing to George Robinson.

She smiled internally.

The smart man's eyes analyzed every small move Cynthia's body made as he searched for her consent, so he quickly made his conclusion. 'She looks okay with my advances,' George thought happily. His heart thumped loud at the next idea that he got, 'I'll give the as*hole a show that'll hunt him for the rest of his miserable life,'

George knew how much Henry was possessive when it came to Cynthia, and he had a strong hunch about what was the reason behind the destruction of their marriage. His mother had been pushing for an heir for years and years now, causing the staff at their house to start blabbering and gossip to spread. 'Chickenshi*' Geroge thought to himself, he was never going to forgive Henry Green. Not for stealing away Cynthia in the past, nor for breaking her heart after having her all for himself.

'That's it, if you kiss her, you need to propose,' George told himself.

There was only one stride left for George to have her in his arms, he was at full speed now, but it all depended on her reaction. He would never interfere in her well-knitted plan and hurt her like that for his selfish reasons.

What happened next gave him a physical reaction immediately and he was happy to have the towel secured around him. His Cynthia closed her eyes and lifted her head slightly up.

'She wants me to kiss her!' The world was George's. The one that got away was finally returning where she had always belonged. In his arms, by his side.

"HEY!" Henry took one step but the men around him held him back.

George caught Cynthia's hand getting back her attention, he didn't want her pretty green eyes on another man right now. She looked at their combined hands almost immediately. When he squeezed it urgently, her eyes went way up to look at his in a hurry. He placed her hand on his damp chest fast but then he focused on her very pregnant belly, he smiled flashing a dimple but his eyes looked sad.

Applying no pressure on any part of Cynthia, he bent down and pressed his forehead to hers, then he pressed his lips against hers.

He didn't plan for the electric jolt that shocked both of them.

The peck he planned on placing over the lips of his very pregnant Cynthia quickly turned into a French kiss, hot, wet, with lots of tongue action. It quickly resulted in both of them panting but it was far more obvious on the bare-chested George.

The kiss lasted for a few seconds, and by the time Cynthia applied the slightest pressure on his chest, he immediately broke their connection.

Cynthia bit her inner cheek hard, trying to dismiss the lust that assaulted her bad, and trying to tune out the list of profanities that was slipping out of her struggling ex's mouth.

She knew pregnant women slept with their partners all the time as long as their pregnancy was going well, but she felt uneasy with the lust that pulsed through her body, even if George was doing this to drive Henry insane, his effect on her was real.

What George did next was not less surprising than the kiss they shared.

He went down on one knee, and held her hand, giving her a full view of the family jewels that peeked proudly and confidently from under the black towel. She had to remind herself to keep her eyes straight.

"Hm?" George acted as if he had no idea what she was struggling with.

Cynthia's ex husband started laughing out loud. Her eyes snapped in his direction; she couldn't believe her ears.

"What kind of shit*y soap operas are you watching Robinson? You stupid guard dog! Do you even know her the least bit?!"

That was all the motivation Cynthia needed to accept George's offer, was it cheesy? Hell yes. But that didn't change the fact that it was an incredibly useful one. She could easily add a contract marriage item to the bullet list of her revenge.

But George hadn't asked her anything yet, she looked down again to see his smart eyes, they looked kind. Even as Henry continued to laugh -obviously faking laughter now- George was incredibly hard to insult, and when it came to Cynthia, he always placed her first.

She knew that not asking her to marry him was his way of cherishing her dignity and freedom of choice since he was improvising.

'As loyal to the Evans as ever,' Cynthia vowed to herself to free his entire family from their debt soon, "Yes," Came Cynthia's sure answer to a proposal that was never made.

The room fell into a heavy state of silence as Henry's color slowly turned ashy, then light green.

George stood up, incredibly tall when he was that close to her, his face flushed with all kinds of emotions, and his eyes were sparkling brilliantly. Cynthia's heart sank as a silly idea crossed her mind.

'He can't be serious about this.' She started fanning herself with her free hand for the wrong reasons now, feeling that blood pressure the butler warned her about a while earlier on the rise.

But George was on a roll.

He took her ring finger and placed nothing slowly over it using his thumb, his index finger, and his middle finger. Once nothing was placed on her ring finger. He brought his lips closer to her hand and brushed them over her ring finger, starting from the very tip and going down, extra slowly, he planted a long kiss right where his invisible ring was.

Cynthia's heart was beating fast. She had no idea if that was her lust's aftershocks or the fact that she was anxious about this change in her plans suddenly.

"You made me the luckiest man to have ever lived, Mrs. Robinson,"

Cynthia frowned at that, there was no way she'd agree to change her last name ever again.

"I'LL BE DAMNED IF I LET THAT HAPPEN, YOU HEAR ME?" Henry shouted before he shook himself out of the grip of every man that held him down and ran out of the room like a possessed beast.

"After him," Cynthia waved a hand twice. "Report when he's off my property," she ordered her staff. They were out the next second.

When nobody was left in the office but Cynthia and George. Green eyes and blue ones started a staring contest.