Seduction

"Since the reporters are watching, how about we give them some good news to show tomorrow on the news?"

I gasped, looking at Desmond with wide eyes as he suddenly spoke.

I hadn't even answered him yet before he brought his hand up, cupping my head softly, my locks and everything fitting into his palm.

I couldn’t shift in any way—or run away.

Not that I wanted to run away.

I was just standing there, wondering in my head why I was so enchanted for a moment.

Desmond smirked, his gaze intentionally piercing into mine.

"Are you interested? Permission to kiss you, wife?"

"Y-yes," I found myself saying, unable to take my words back—and before I could even breathe, his lips crashed onto mine.

My eyes closed on their own the instant his lips landed.

They were cold... but somehow, I found myself wanting more.

He kissed me like he shouldn’t ever stop.

His tongue tangled with mine, biting and sucking gently on my lower lip.

It might have looked like a casual French kiss to anyone watching, but I felt my knees getting weak for no good reason.

My hands found his chest, clutching onto his suit for support—also because I was way too lost in his kiss.

When his lips finally left mine, I stared at him in shock, still flabbergasted that he dared stop.

A low chuckle escaped him as he brushed his hair back with one hand.

Then he said, between chuckles,

"What else were you expecting, dear wife? The reporters already got enough content. Were you hoping we’d give them a full couples-in-bed show?"

I felt the vein in my forehead about to pop from pure rage.

"You—!" I snapped, giving him a slap that echoed in the air for a moment. "You don't kiss me without my permission!"

I folded my arms, glaring daggers at him.

He rubbed the place where I'd slapped him, a smile curling up that showed his sharp canine teeth—why were his canines so sharp anyway?!

"Dear wife,"

he began, drawing closer so fast I didn’t even catch him moving,

"you said yes before I kissed you. You said yes."

His grin stretched wide, zooming right into his eyebrows, somehow making his already handsome face even more handsome.

He was damn right.

I had said yes, letting him kiss me.

And yet here I was—slapping him afterwards.

I had indeed done wrong. I shouldn’t have slapped him. "I am sorry." I stammered, glancing at him with guilt.

He chuckled, bringing his hand up to place it on my head, and I almost ran away, unable to predict his action.

“It’s okay, you’re just haughty,” he said with laughter, and I couldn’t help but glare at him.

Honestly, he deserved another slap. I should have slapped him again.

I wasn’t permitted to say another word when he started walking, his hands in his pockets, heading toward his flashy dark car.

He got in, but I just stood there, watching him as he sat down.

He turned to look at me.

"Why are you standing there, dear little wife? Won't you get in?"

I looked at him, wanting to say, "No, I'm fine. I'll walk on my own."

But then, I changed my mind and swallowed my pride, walking to the car and getting in.

I heard him laughing as the driver drove the car.

I found my brows furrowing.

I hoped he wasn’t laughing at me... but deep down, I felt like he was laughing at me. Damn it

"What are you doing?" I asked helplessly, watching Desmond as he stepped into the room and started pulling off his tie. I clenched my fists, getting nervous for reasons I couldn't understand.

Desmond continued his actions silently, his movements slow. His lips curved up into a small smirk in no time.

"What do you think I'm doing, dear wife?" his voice intentionally dropped dangerously low at those last words.

I gulped and took a step away from him, standing somewhere random across the room.

"I'm not thinking of anything," I said haughtily, my voice carrying resolve. My arms were folded while my eyes stayed focused on the window, pretending like I was watching the stars.

"Do you think I'm here to do you, dear wife?" his voice sounded right next to my ear.