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I've chosen an excerpt from a story I started writing in December 2011 titled The Gift of Christmas. It is still a work-in-progress, so feel free to comment or critique if you wish. I'd love to know what you think. Enjoy. :)
Word Count: 400 (Full Critique Acceptable)
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By dinner time, Chiso had settled into her role. The
inquisition she’d been expecting didn’t come. Kingsley fielded most of the
answers. He played his role as protective fiancé very well. A warm sensation spread
through her body, her heart softening even further for him. After dinner his
mother retired early taking Megan to bed. Grace stayed up, chatting with Kingsley
and Chiso for a while in the living room. When her phone buzzed, she too disappeared.
“Thank you,” Chiso said in a low voice, turning to face Kingsley
who sat barely inches from her on the sofa. She could feel his body heat
touching her skin like a gentle caress, his masculine spice settling in her
lungs.
“What for?” he moved to face her, his dark eyebrow raised curiously.
“For fighting my corner.”
“You wear my ring. You’re my fiancée.” He winked at her, his
cheeks dimpling as his smile widened.
“Yes, but we know I’m not really. I’m even more surprised
that they all seemed to buy it so easily since I’m not even the kind of woman
someone like you could be engaged to. So thanks anyway,” she said, her voice choked
with emotion. She knew the kind of woman suitable for him was polished,
elegant, and from a rich family like his late wife. She shouldn’t let herself
be swept away by his act. It was just pretend.
Kingsley pulled her closer, his callused hand grazing her
cheek. Tingles skittered over her skin. “Chiso, for the next week, you’re my
fiancée and nothing less. You’re beautiful and intelligent. Don’t ever think
differently.”
“Don’t patronise me,” she said, leaning away from his touch
and missing it instantly. “You and I know that you would’ve never looked at me
if you didn’t need me to act as your fiancé. So please cut the crap.” Angry
with herself for getting sucked into his kind words and presence, she pushed
off the sofa and turned her back to him. She disliked that she couldn’t seem to
control her feelings where Kingsley was concerned.
She heard the sofa
creak behind her. Then, cool hands clasped her shoulders and gently nudged her
until she faced Kingsley again. When she looked up at his dark eyes, their fiery
intensity made her catch her breath.
“Granted, we’re here now because I need your help. But I wouldn’t
swap you for anyone else. Trust me.”
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Have a fantastic weekend.
