The Surprise
LILIANA’S POV
The first thing I saw when I woke up was him.
Ronny.
His eyes opened slowly, like the morning light had tugged him out of sleep, and the very first thing he looked at… was me.
My heart melted. I couldn’t help it—I smiled so wide, my cheeks actually hurt.
“Good morning, babe,” I whispered softly, my voice filled with a happiness I couldn’t contain.
“Morning,” he murmured, voice still rough from sleep. His hand moved lazily, brushing across my cheek as if he couldn’t believe I was real.
“Babe…” I drew the word out playfully, my eyes twinkling. “Let’s go on a date today.”
His brows shot up. “A date?”
“Yes.” I nodded eagerly.
He tilted his head, squinting at me like I’d grown two heads. “Weren’t you sick yesterday?”
I grinned and ducked under the sheets dramatically. “So what, you want me to stay in bed all day?”
“That’s not what I meant,” he muttered, sighing as he rubbed a hand down his face. Then his lips twitched, giving him away. “Fine. Let’s go out.”
I squealed, bouncing up and down on the bed like a child. “Yes! Yes, yes, yes!”
He just shook his head at me, but I caught the faintest smile tugging at his lips.
****
We got dressed, and oh my God.
Ronny.
Black jeans, a plain black t-shirt stretched across his chest, a leather jacket slung over his shoulders, and boots. His tattoos peeked out from his neck, sharp black lines that made him look even more dangerous and devastatingly handsome.
I think I actually forgot to breathe.
“You’re staring,” he said flatly.
“Because you’re worth staring at,” I shot back without shame.
He smirked. That little half-smirk that always killed me.
As for me, I picked a short floral dress, white sneakers, and tied my ginger hair up into a ponytail. Casual but cute. I wanted to look like his girl. His soft girl, beside his dangerous man.
When we stepped outside, his red Lamborghini was already waiting in the driveway, shining under the morning sun like it belonged on the cover of a magazine.
My heart did a happy flip.
“I want to drive,” I said immediately, bouncing on my toes.
“No,” he said instantly, not even looking at me as he clicked the keys.
I pouted, sticking my bottom lip out. “Come on. Just once. I’ll be careful.”
“No chance,” he replied, opening the passenger door for me with a look that dared me to argue.
I huffed but climbed in anyway, sinking into the seat like the good little passenger princess I was. He smirked when he saw me sulking.
And then… he drove.
God, the sound of the engine, the feel of the speed, the way his hands gripped the steering wheel—it was perfection.
“Where do you want to go?” I asked him, resting my chin on my hand as I watched his profile.
He glanced at me briefly, then narrowed his eyes like he was suspicious of something. “Why are you suddenly so eager to go out?”
Shit.
I laughed quickly, waving my hand. “Because I want to spend time with you. Duh. Is that a crime?”
He didn’t answer, but the corner of his mouth curved just a little.
The whole day turned into something magical.
We tried karaoke, and oh my God, Ronny. The tattoos, the leather jacket, the dangerous face—and he was completely off key. I laughed so hard, I nearly fell off the stool.
“Shut up,” he growled, pointing at me with the mic.
“You sound like a dying cat!” I wheezed, holding my stomach.
He yanked me close and kissed me in front of everyone, shutting me up with a smirk. The crowd cheered, and I melted into his arms.
Then we tried the rides. I thought I’d be the scared one, but nope. Big, strong, terrifying Ronny looked like he wanted to hurl when the rollercoaster shot forward.
“Don’t you dare laugh,” he warned the second we got off, but his pale face was too much. I couldn’t stop giggling.
We ate cotton candy, pink fluff sticking to my lips. He leaned down, kissed the sugar off me, and licked his lips with a satisfied hum that nearly made my knees buckle.
We played those claw machines where you try to grab a stuffed toy. He failed twice, muttered curses under his breath, then on the third try, he won. He shoved the little bear into my hands like it was a trophy.
“For you,” he said casually.
I swear, I almost cried.
Then came video games. He demolished me in racing, but when we played a dancing game, I crushed him. His glare when I celebrated my victory made me laugh until I couldn’t breathe.
The whole day… it was like living inside a dream.
Around evening, my phone buzzed. Jess’s name lit up the screen with a single message:
‘Everything’s ready. Time to come.’
Perfect.
I yawned, stretching my arms over my head. “Babe, we should head back. It’s getting late, and I don’t want to drive in the dark.”
“You’re not driving anyway,” he muttered, but he didn’t argue.
We laced our fingers together as we walked back to the car. My heart was fluttering, not just because of what waited back at the mansion, but because of the way every girl we passed turned to stare at him.
I noticed. How could I not?
The tattoos, the leather, the jawline sharp enough to cut glass… he looked like he belonged on the cover of some forbidden romance novel.
And yet, his hand was in mine.
They could look all they wanted. But he was taken. Mine.
He opened the car door for me, and I slid inside. He rounded the hood, slipped behind the wheel, and started the engine.
I stared at him again, unable to stop myself.
“What?” he asked, not taking his eyes off the road.
“You’re just… so handsome,” I whispered honestly.
His jaw clenched. He shook his head like I was ridiculous, but I didn’t miss the faint blush creeping up his neck.
I smiled, victorious.
***
When we pulled up to the mansion gates, everything was dark.
Ronny frowned immediately. “Why the hell is my house dark?”
Panic surged in my chest, but I forced a calm laugh. “Maybe… maybe something happened. Like they’re fixing the lights or something.”
He didn’t look convinced, but he drove in anyway.
We got out of the car, walked up to the door, and stepped inside.
Still dark. Silent.
Ronny’s hand brushed the small of my back protectively, his body tense.
And then—
The sound of a party popper exploded, lights flicked on, and voices rang out all around us:
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY, RONNY!”
Streamers, balloons, a cake waiting on the table, people clapping and cheering. The decorations weren’t too much—just simple, clean, exactly what suited him.
I turned to see his face.
He was frozen.
His mouth opened. Closed. Opened again.
“I… I…” His voice cracked. His throat worked as though the words wouldn’t come.
And then he whispered, almost broken: “Fuck…”
Before I could move, before I could
say a single thing—
He turned away.
And he ran.
Out of the room. Out of the light. Out of my carefully built plan.
Leaving me standing there, my heart in my throat.
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