Page 63 of Love is So Mean
Okay, maybe I do like gifts because these watches are so sexy that I almost got hard. I don’t have to have them appraised to know that each watch is more expensive than some people’shouses. Luckily there is a black and gold one that goes with my entire aesthetic.
I look in the mirror at my freshly trimmed beard and combed back waves to make sure my look is complete. My cologne is the last touch before I leave the closet. Yasmeena is still in the bathroom. Her hair is done but I grab her before she starts with her makeup.
“Wha-” she starts but my mouth covering hers cuts her off.
I slip her my tongue and deepen the kiss since I learn what she likes more each day. The sound she lets out is more of a hum than a moan but I’ll accept it. I’m not trying to seduce her right now. I break the kiss and look her in the eyes to test my boundaries.
“What was that?” Yasmeena asks as she averts her gaze.
She’s not there yet but that lasted longer than usual. “I’m thanking you for the watches. I might thank you more after the gala.”
“By thank me, you mean get me pregnant?”
“I’d definitely try,” I tell her as I lean in to steal another kiss while grabbing her ass.
“Don’t be too handsy at the gala, you seem to favor my ass.”
“I know how to behave. I go every year, remember?” I take another squeeze before releasing her. “It’s a very nice ass. I might have to fuck you doggystyle so I can look at it.”
“That was before I knew how handsy you were and doggystyle? We’re adding positions now?”
“Yup,” I confirm as I back out of the restroom. Talking about sex with my constantly half-naked wife is counterproductive to us being on time.
Chapter 36
Yasmeena
“We’re here, baby.” I say to Enrique as the limo stops.
“What?” he has a shocked expression on his face.
“We said terms of endearment in public, didn’t we?” I shrug my shoulders.
He leans over and kisses me just beneath my ear. “Okay. Say it again.”
“We’re here, baby. Let’s go.”
Enrique smiles and gives me a quick kiss. I don’t have to wipe anything off his lips since my lipstick is transfer-proof.
Enrique exits the limo first when the driver opens the door for him then comes around my side as the driver opens mine. He holds his hand out for me to take. The slit in my dress shows my leg first along with my gold detailed stiletto heeled sandal as the rest of me follows.
There’s a hungry expression in Enrique’s eyes mirroring the first time he saw me in this gown earlier. I know how it looks; the gold of it makes my brown skin glow. The busty plungingneckline draws the attention of my teardrop diamond necklace which is complimented with diamond studs for earrings. The rest of the gown hugs my body but gives breathing room via the split and at the waist the added cape gives a bit of a train to follow.
My eyes connect with Enrique’s after he finally looks up.
“You can stare after the pictures, husband.”
“I’ll do more than stare later, wife.” He smiles at my silence and pulls me towards the cameras.
I focus on the pictures being taken trying my best not to think about how his words seemed to have reduced my reply to nothing. Enrique’s arm is around my back with a hand on my waist as curious eyes watch us. The press wants to ask questions but the only ones who can are inside.
None of them ask me for a smile because they’ve never gotten it before and it won’t change now. After we’ve given them what they need, we’re escorted further into the gala.
Immediately, we spot people we know and we work the room like we would do for a work event without missing a beat with one another. As I scan the room, I notice Emily and she’s glaring at me like she did at the relaunching.
Working on what we agreed on for the public, I reach out and cup Enrique’s cheek. His eyes meet mine and I lean in, kissing his other cheek and whispering in his ear.
“I don't want you to be blindsided so I’m letting you know now before you see her. Emily is here.”