Possessive

He hadn’t let go of my fingers which he had kissed, I tugged but he held it tight, and I raised a brow at him.

“Just testing how jealous your husband can get.” He smiled.

“Who are you?” I asked directly, there was no need to introduce myself because he already knew me, but he had refused to tell me his name or let go of my hands.

“Ahh, you’re not the shy kind, when I heard King got a bride, I expected someone calm and docile, willing to do everything he asks.” He shot at me.

I raised a brow, “Well, you thought wrong. Let go of me.” I snapped because I was getting angry. I was nice to him earlier because he was handsome, but his words were pissing me off. I wasn’t exactly angry with him, I was angry with the man who dragged me to France but now refused to show his face.

I didn’t want to ask his whereabouts because it would seem like I couldn’t stay on my own without him.

“Elliot, I think you’ve held my wife’s hands for long enough.” My Husband found the right time to show his very handsome face.

Dear God, he looked dashing. He wore a wine suit with silver cufflinks and nice stones, his hair was expertly styled, and I caught my breath for a second as I stared at his face. My God the man was breathtaking. The only Jewelry he was on was our wedding ring. My eyes zapped to my finger, but I knew I was not wearing mine even before I looked.

“Where the hell were you?” I snapped at him as I caught myself. I loved how his hands snaked around my waist and brought me intimately closer to him. I fit into him perfectly.

“Missed me?” He teased.

“Definitely not. Just wondering.” I muttered back, looking away from him as I felt a blush creep up my cheeks.

He didn’t let me pull away, instead, he brought his hands to my face to face him as he held me still before descending his lips against mine and placing a soft kiss.

All my anger evaporated under his touch. I hadn’t known my back was stiff before it relaxed as his lips worked on mine and I melted like butter against him.

“I’m still here you know.” The man that had kept my company muttered. There was a look of shock on his face as he couldn’t take his hands off us.

I couldn’t hear what Alexandro said to him as I struggled to get myself back under control—just one touch. A short kiss on the lips and I was melting like butter. Get a hold of yourself, Emily.

“Unfortunately, I am all too aware of that,” Alexandro said cheerfully.

Alexandro never saw the need to be cheerful with anyone, it meant this person was in one way or the other important.

I made a mental recall of my conversation with Elliot if I was in any way rude but afterward, I concluded I didn’t say or do anything uncalled for.

He formally stretched his hands to me for a shake. “Elliot Ortega at your service.”

I smiled and met his fingers with mine, “Emily King.”

“You snatched up a very beautiful woman, Alexandro.” Elliot complimented. “Father would love to meet her.” He added.

I turned to Alexandro as he spoke, “Why don’t I introduce her to him now, where is he?” He added smoothly.

On the ordinary, it sounded like a normal conversation, but I had a feeling I was about to meet a very important person.

We walked to the edge of the hall with my hand firmly tucked beneath Alexandro’s arms. We met some people on the way and curtsey demanded Alexandro introduce me to them all. Most of them looked armless, unlike the people we had at home, like Portia. I wasn’t looking forward to meeting that woman again.

It was effortless to keep up a smiling face, two times I was offered a drink but I rejected it both times, I couldn’t afford to get drunk in public.

People danced in the middle of the hall but neatly set dining tables were arranged around the hall, most people weren’t seated though.

I saw Ian Ortega, he was a handsome old man, the mischievousness in his eyes could be sighted even afar off. He didn’t smile much but his face was a wonder to behold when he did. Later I got to know he had been a widower for a while, but everyone knew he had loved his wife with all his heart.

Beside him sat an elegant-looking young lady. She was his second child and only daughter. She looked as pampered as she was, even before the death of her mother, Elena was thoroughly pampered by her father.

I didn’t have to be blind to see Elena had eyes for my husband.

I placed my free hand over the arm that held my hand possessively. Not that I was jealous, it was only part of the act, people had to think we were in love and this was only normal. Right?

“Mr. Ortega.” Alexandro greeted respectfully, slightly bowing even as he stretched forth his hands.

“Don’t be so formal Alexandro, you’re as close as family can be. Have your sit and introduce me to your wife.” Ian Ortega said.

“Emily, Meet Ian Ortega. He owns all of TEGA. Ian, my wife, Emily.” Alexandro replied cooly.

I gasped, I just couldn’t help it. This man single-handedly owned TEGA. I had heard of him, who hadn’t? He was freaking rich but that just wasn’t it, he held so much power in his hands and I wondered how he could walk straight without falling from the weight of all the responsibilities on his back.

TEGA was everything. They had oil, they had gold, and they played with wool and farms. They had hands in every sphere of life.

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Ortega.” My hands trembled as they touched his.

“Just call me Ian, Alexandro does.” He smiled as he said the words, even his smile unnerved me. “Meet my daughter, Elena.”

I looked up at Elena to see nothing but hate. There were two free chairs, one beside Ian and another beside Elena. God forbid I let Elena sit beside my husband. I made my way to sit beside her.

“Nice to meet you, Elena.”

We all have the right to be possessive about what is ours, right?