Page 64 of Love is So Mean
Enrique’s body stiffens as he curses under his breath a bunch of emotions play out in his eyes as he sighs.
“Don’t move, I need a moment.” He lays his forehead on mine and closes his eyes for what feels like an hour while his fingers slip through my free hand. His eyes are unreadable again when he opens them. “Shall we continue to mingle, wife?”
Before I change my mind, I connect our lips in the gentle way that he does, kissing him for a moment. His eyes search for an answer and even though I’m programmed to not look him in the eye, I give him the attention that he’s said he needs.
“I did it because it seems to be the thing that you do when you think I need something I’m not asking for.” My thumb caresses him for a moment then I remove my hand.
I don’t know why I did that but it seemed to be the right thing to do.
“Thank you.”
“Welcome, now can you smile while we mingle? We both can’t look mean.”
Enrique’s smile returns to its full wattage as he releases a soft chuckle.
I offer up a small smile as much as I can manage without looking insane.
“Now we’re both smiling, wife.”
“Mine was temporary, let’s move on.”
Enrique laughs harder as he follows me to the next person.
Chapter 37
Enrique
I’ve had to mingle enough in the past just being the CFO but now that I’m the COOANDYasmeena’s husband, people won’t shut the fuck up. I’m sure the news of my inheritance doesn’t help matters at all. Part of me still breaks out in mini sweats every time I think about how much money is in my name. It’s so surreal, I’m almost numb to it.
What I’m not numb to is the attention Yasmeena is currently receiving. We’d briefly gone our separate ways when someone she knew pulled her aside to meet someone else, while a different person was yapping my ear off.
Yasmeena talks as the older man has his arm around her waist and the other holding her hand as he dances with her, moving her around as he smiles at her every word. His eyes aren’t staying focused on her as they keep dropping down to her tits.
She doesn’t like being touched so the entire scene is one big irritant to me. I kill the drink in my hand and put it down because I don’t want to accidentally break it. I’ve always known she was beautiful but it’s annoying that other people notice. That’s a lie, I don’t mind that they notice, I mind that they touch.It makes no fucking sense to me but I know exactly what bothers me.
“Think you can focus enough to dance with me?”
Emily’s voice pulls me out of my thoughts. Fuck, I forgot she was here for a moment. I didn’t know where she was hiding but she wasn’t in sight until now. It’s bittersweet to hear her voice. We had so many happy memories but the ending was a mess. This meeting was inevitable.
“Sure,” I hold out a hand for her, but it’s not the same.
As expected, she looks beautiful in an emerald dress that’s an off the shoulder design with a corset bodice. Emily has always dressed sexy but something about it doesn’t strike me as her style. Her split is cut damn near to her hip. Emily’s hair, which usually looks soft and silky, is pinned up and meant to look wet although I can tell it’s dry. There is definitely something off about her look. It’s not a bad look, it’s just not her.
Her smile is plastic as I lead her to the dance floor and pull her to me. This used to be all I wanted. Neither one of us are comfortable. She’s trying to look above all of this but I’ve studied her intensely over the course of our relationship. I know that she’s mad and is pretending not to be. She rests her left hand on my shoulder, the soft sheen pulls my attention to her nails. Neutral again. She was always dedicated to wearing different shades of red. I don’t question it because what she chooses to do with her appearance isn’t my business anymore.
“How did you get an invitation?” I ask purely for the purpose of small talk. Whatever she feels she needs to say to me, she needs to do so now.
“I,” just that one word tells me she’s about to be snarky, “am also capable of charming my boss.”
I clench my jaw, to keep from showing any outward emotion. She’s trying to goad me into an argument but this is not the time or place.
“Okay, so you’re the plus one?”
“No, I’m his date.” Her response has some bite to it.
I know that I’m married to Yasmeena and have fucked her almost daily for two months but the thought of Emily with someone else still hurts. It could be because of how she ended things or I could just be the typical irrational man, only time will tell.
“And he’s not looking for you?” My eyes float back to Yasmeena damn near being groped.