Page 72 of Love is So Mean
I work to keep my face neutral but what in the fuck did they discuss? What kind of couple shoot is this? We’ve been apart too look to start a photoshoot with this much contact.
Francois signals someone and music fills the studio as Yasmeena comes back around and stands in front of me. She reaches for my hand as Francois continues to snap photos and she runs it up her body bringing her head back to look at me. “Are we going to do this or what?”
If Yasmeena wasn’t Yasmeena, I’d swear she’s doing all this just to fuck with me. “Depends. What’s the vision supposed to be?”
“It’s meant to look like you like to fuck your wife, Mr. Souza.”
My entire body heats but I’m nowhere near embarrassed. I also don’t bother to check if anyone heard her nor do I worry about whispering either.
“Lucky for you,” I say as I run my hand down her back to rest it on her ass. “I actually do like fucking my wife,” I admit as I purposely look her in the eyes, silently daring her to look away.
Yasmeena smirks as she turns facing me, she grabs me by the lapel and pulls me to her. With one hand grabbing me, she uses the other, grabbing my jaw like she always does. “Make the camera believe you, husband.”
My free hand moves up to grab her throat. I use the pressure from my thumb to tilt her head back. I nip her bottom lip before responding.
“Fuck the camera.” I seal my statement with the kind of kiss I’d give her if I was ready to fuck.
Yasmeena breaks the kiss, she doesn’t say a word but she wants to. Instead, she lifts her leg wrapping it around my leg. She raises her brow for a second. “The split isn’t for nothing, grab my thigh, don’t be shy now, Enrique.”
“Hmm.”
I grunt but instead of simply grabbing her thigh, I grip her behind her knee to pull her leg up my hip as I slowly slide my hand up her leg. I don’t mask the desire I feel for her but I drop eye contact to dip my head and nip her on the neck while simultaneously biting her on the side of her neck.
“It’s also for easy access,” I whisper before I suck the spot I just bit.
“Wait,” Yasmeena fails to hide her moan. “Don’t mark me, Enrique. I’m serious.”
I move my head up so I can whisper in her ear. “I’ll mark your entire body one day.”
“Is this shoot done?” Emily interrupts, standing between us and Francois. “They’re already behind schedule and they still need to do the interview.”
Francois smirks, shaking his head. “Never and I mean, never get in between a French man and his camera but, I will comply today,mademoiselle.” He looks between Yasmeena and I with a smile. “I’ll send you my favorite ones to your place as a wedding gift. Thank you both.”
“Anytime, Francois. Thank you.” Yasmeena says and lowers her leg, letting me go completely. “I’m going to go make sure you didn’t mark me, Enrique, or else.” she narrows her eyes at me.
Chapter 44
Yasmeena
Before the interview begins, I go to the dressing room just to see if Enrique marked me or not. Him wanting to mark my entire body is another topic that needs to be discussed since he’s going to have to sign the papers sooner rather than later.
The papers are still where he ripped them up and I should be concerned that others would spread more rumors about us but that’s just another story to spin or maybe I’ll take the opportunity when it presents itself.
Bypassing the papers, I lean in towards the mirror to see a mark forming. I don’t need another fucking love bite, I roll my eyes as the sensation of Enrique’s teeth are imprinted in my memory. Taking a deep breath, I focus on something else like fixing my hair and making sure my makeup is ready for the interview.
The dressing room door opens and my eyes watch through the mirror as Emily walks into the room, shutting the door. If I didn’t have this disorder, Emily wouldn’t have liked me as a person but I doubt that she likes me now since she’s adamant about me taking him from her. I didn’t take her man, I accepted him after offering something.
“Is there anything you need?” I ask since she’s standing there with her arms crossed over her chest in a defensive mode and a pissed off expression.
“The photoshoot was meant to be a professional one, not a risque one.” She says with an eye roll.
“I went with what the photographer wanted. Anything else you need in here?”
“I don’t see what he even sees in you.” She says in disgust. “You’re a rebound, you know that, right? He didn’t even go to you until I left him. Is that the kind of man you want?” She's trying to antagonize me.
Without batting an eye at her words, I fluff my hair and quickly touch up anything I need to. “Emily, what makes you think that’s the kind of man he is?” I ask her.
“I didn’t say he was that kind of man. I’m just letting you know that he’s never going to love you. He’s in love with me.”