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I smirk at Francois’s compliment and move my eyes back to Emily then Enrique.
“Hurry up.” As I walk away, my fingers linger, touching his body until they no longer can.
Francois offers his arm and I slip mine into his but then he lets go. He slips his hand in mine, lifting my arm up. “Twirl for me, Darling.”
Laughing, I twirl and he whistles again. “Merde, I’m good at my job. Come on.” He puts my arm back where it was before and we walk away. I prepare myself to pretend to be in love with my husband when we got married so quickly and quietly.
Chapter 43
Enrique
Idon’t know why I always have to be on the verge of a fight whether it’s with Yasmeena, Emily, or Francios. If I were violent, I’d bop Yasmeena's and Francois’s heads together for continuing to be over the top in my face. Emily was always a rather chatty person so it is weird to know she’s here and she’s quiet.
I focus on buttoning up my shirt as I look up at her. Emily stares as if she’s never seen me before. The desire in her eyes is evident but I’m reminded of the constant accusation and mistrust in her eyes when she would look at me towards the end of our relationship.
“Why are you still here?” I ask because it doesn’t make any sense that I have to keep seeing her after she walked away from me.
“I just,” she stops again, somehow lost in thought as I put on my watch; she bites her lip in the way that used to drive me crazy because it meant that she was horny. Today, it just spikes my irritation.
“You just what, Emily?” My patience is far shorter than necessary and I don’t like being thrust back into bullshit my first day back in Vancouver.
I’d be remiss if I didn’t notice that she looks cute in her red business suit with her hair flowing in soft waves but she’s no longer mine to compliment. I don’t know if it’s because I’m pissed at Yasmeena, but seeing Emily didn’t give me that punched in the gut feeling I got when I saw Yasmeena.
Granted, Emily’s outfit isn’t as sexy as Yasmeena’s but I don’t think that’s the reason. I also don’t have time to analyze it.
She moves closer. I know the move before she does; I’ve paid more than enough attention to read her quickly. I’ve seen that look in her eyes so I recognize the body language. Her hand touches my now covered abdomen similarly to how Yasmeena just did it. I only allow the touch just to see if I’ll feel anything compelling but I don’t anymore. It’s as if she had me under a spell that’s now broken, or I’m now bewitched by my wife. It’s hard to tell.
“Don’t you miss me,” she whispers as she moves closer. “Miss us?” She runs her hands up until the rest on my chest. “And the dirty things we used to do to each other...” I look into her eyes to try to see if this is a genuine sentiment or if she’s trying to one up Yasmeena. “I still love you,” she coos. I’m not interested in being a rope in their tug-of-war.
Taking my silence for encouragement, Emily leans in more, aiming for a kiss. I sidestep her quickly enough to make her trip a little. “Stop. You’ll upset my wife.”
Emily turns red as her anger spikes. “I was supposed to be your wife!Me.”
“Correct. Until you left your engagement ring on the bed, packed up, and blocked me. Enjoy your decision because you can’t have both of us.” I move towards the door and grab my blazer. I’m decent enough to fix whatever I need to fix outside. I cannot stay back, I’ll just say something hurtful.
It looks like Yasmeena is taking some test shots while two people damn near attack me with a comb and face powder. Ifight the urge to push them away since they’re probably just fighting to get back on schedule.
Once they're done, I walk over to where Yasmeena is-not caring that she’s taking yet another picture-and stand next to her.
Yasmeena looks my way, “Francois wants us to just pose and look natural doing it.”
I look at her. “What do you consider natural?”
“Whatever,” she shrugs. “Just touch me like you would if we were really into each other.”
I’ve never wanted to roll my eyes as many times as the urge has found me today but I resist it. The quicker I cooperate, the faster this will be over. I need several drinks. Matthew and Jeeves watch from afar and I can see the amusement in my assistant’s eyes.
Emily resurfaces just as I drape an arm around Yasmeena’s shoulders.
“Don’t be shy, give us that heat. It’s good for the camera,” Francois says and he winks at Yasmeena. “Can we get a smile, Darling?” Yasmeena rolls her eyes but she smiles as she moves from under my arm and stands behind me. Francois comes closer as Yasmeena slips her arms around me, holding on to the lapels of my suit jacket. She presses her whole body against my back as Francois takes the shot.
“You want the poses we talked about?” Yasmeena asks Francois.
“Oui.Love on your husband for me, will you?”
I have no idea what they’re talking about but if the way she’s touching me now is indication, she’s tap dancing dangerously close to be angry fucked.
“Fine, I’ll trust the insane French man.” Yasmeena answers. Francois comes back in front of us just as one of her handstravels down to my pants. She slips the tips of her fingers in my pants but doesn’t go any further.