You're the ONE I need
Chapter 27

Leandro's POV

He will go crazy if he can't have her at that very moment.

He longed for her since the day she left for Siquijor, plus the almost twenty-four hours of traveling.

He can have her on the aircraft if he wants, but he doesn't want her to think that it's an obligation for her to give him pleasure whenever he wants to.

They were tired from all the travels, so instead of making love with her on their journey, he controlled himself and revered it for the perfect moment when they finally rested. Now, he is enjoying and benefiting from the days and hours of abstinence.

She is ready for him.

His heart is full, and his weapon is furious, and it's going to attack anytime soon.

When she teased him about his growing weapon behind her. It grows even more, especially when she turns to face him.

He wants her there right away.

His hand had its own mind, so he lifted her and took her to bed. Even when they are covered with bubbles. He doesn't care. He can't wait any longer. It will erupt in no time. He could feel that she was ready too.

He knew because when he bit her clit, she grabbed his hair and even lifted her hips.

She was moaning in his name. The sweetest music he ever heard.

He would not get tired of giving her pleasure. He adored this woman.

He is in love with her; he cannot deny that anymore.

He had all the proof that she had already crawled into the depths of his heart and had resided in it.

He made his final thrust and danced with her for the finale.

Finally, they both held their breath as they reached the peak.

He kissed her on her nose.

"We're supposed to take a bath and sleep because my parents will be here tonight," he told her.

"It's his fault," she replied, touching his manhood that is now sleeping.

"You naughty girl, if you don't turn around, this baby here won't get angry," he replied, laughing at it.

"Let him sleep; then we will take a bath before they arrive, "she said, tapping it.

"You're not making it sleep, sweetheart; you are waking it up," he said, holding her hand that was tapping continuously.

She is a tease.

He is making him hot again.

"Hey! What's wrong, honey?" she asked when he moved a little further.

Because if not, they can't get ready before their parents' arrival.

"I must take a bath first, sweetheart," he said, getting up from bed.

But his naughty wife caught him before he could walk further.

She grabbed his hand, and he fell into the bed.

For the second time, they become one.

Because of it, they fall asleep.

They were woken up by the knock on the door.

He stands up and pulls out a robe that was hanging at the back of the bathroom door.

After he secured its belt, he opened the door.

It was his mother standing outside the door.

"Mom, you arrived early, he exclaimed in surprise, then kissed her on her cheeks..

"I'm not early; we've been here for an hour already. We tried to wait for you, but you still came down, so I have to check on you. Where's your wife? I heard from the servant that she's really beautiful," his mother asked. "She's sleeping; I'll wake her up, and then we will join you downstairs," he said, closing the door.

"Be quick; your dad wanted to hear from you; he's been waiting for you, his mom told him from the closed door.

"We will, Mom," he replied.

He saw that his wife was already watching him.

"Your parents have arrived already?" she asked.

"Yes, sweetheart, so we must get ready. Mom said that they're here already, an hour ago," he replied.

"Let's go then; we must not let them wait any longer," she said, standing up and pulling me to the bathroom.

They quickly took a shower and got dressed.

They both go into the walk-in closet where their clothes are.

He had already ordered his personal assistant to buy all her things so that when they arrived, she would have enough clothes to wear.

"Are all these mines?" she burst out in delight.

He could see so much happiness in her eyes.

"Yes, sweetheart, this is your home now, and everything in this house is yours too," he said.

Tears fell on her cheeks, yet she was smiling.

Tears of joy, of course.

Women are like that. He knows that because his mother is also like that.

She cried when she's happy.

She cried when sad.

She cried too when she was angry.

He pulled her into his arms and hugged her.

"I don't know what to say. You simply snatched me from my uncertain life way back in the Philippines. If you had found me at your place, I would certainly be dead by now. Because no one even cared to replace me," she said while snipping. "It's our fate, sweetheart; destiny brought us to be together," he replied.

"You only knew I had a fiancé; you knew nothing about me anymore," she said.

"Who and what you were in your past will never change how I feel for you, sweetheart. We are living in the present, so forget the past, okay? Why they call it the past is because it must remain in the past. They cannot live in the present, so you leave it there, sweetheart," he said, rubbing her back to comfort her.

He really doesn't care who she is. What he could feel was her pure heart. Besides, he's her first; that's all that matters.

"We had better hurry up, or my mom will check on us again," she said. Letting go of her, he wiped her tears away with his thumb.

She carefully chose the dress she was going to wear.

He instructed his pa to buy all bright colors to match her personality.

"Red looks good on you, sweetheart," he suggested when he saw her holding a red silk dress.

She smiled at him and put on the dress he suggested.

He likes what he saw; his wife won't match even those models he dated in his past life. She could be a model with her perfect curves, but he would not allow that.

He took out a set of jewelry to match her dress. He carefully wore it to her.

"You're so stunning!" he exclaimed proudly.

Yes, he is so proud of her. She is his jewel. The servant was saying the truth about her.

That's why her mother is so eager to see her.

He had also finished putting on his clothes; he just wore a simple maroon long-sleeved shirt, and then he folded the sleeves to his elbow. It will match his wife's red dress. "Shall we?" he asked, offering his arms for her to hold.

She clung to his arm, and then they went downstairs.

His parents are seated in their huge living room having some tea.

When they heard their footsteps, both of them turned to see them.

He could see his mother's smiles in admiration.

That made him even prouder.

"The gossip was true; you have a very beautiful wife," his mother said, standing up when they reached them.

"Mom, Dad, meet my wife, Lorianne, or just call her Yane." He introduced them to each other.

"Nice to meet you, Ma'am, Sir," she said, bowing her head.

"Not Ma'am and Sir. Mija, call us Papa and Mama," his mother corrected her and pulled her into his mother's arms and kissed her.

Both of his parents hugged and kissed his wife. He could tell that they accepted her to be a part of their family. They never ask anything about her at all.

He could feel that she squeezed his hands, maybe to release her tension a while ago. He just kissed her temple.

"I guess the dinner is ready; shall we eat?" his father said, that seconded by his mother.

They happily eat while they only talk about everything.

They also touch on his disappearance.

There are many speculations about him leaving his fiancée, but his parents made sure to spill out the truth about his fiancée and best friend's betrayal.

People understand him, and actually they wish for him to replace a better wife, not fake like his ex.

"As we can see, son, you found a wonderful wife," his mom commented, looking and smiling at his wife.

He also told them everything about how the two met when they moved to their family room after having their dinner.

Everything.

He saw his mother look with sympathy at his wife.

"Don't worry, dear, you have us now. You have your family here," his mother said, hugging his wife.

Both women are now crying. His dad just shrugged his shoulders. But he knows he understands them.

"Thank you so much for accepting me," his wife just said.

"We're glad that Leandro flew to the Philippines that day; he found you. You both are meant for each other," his mother said while wiping her tears with a tissue she pulled from her handbag. She also handed some to Lorianne. He is thankful that his parents supported him in all that he did.