Renewing threats and kisses

“I have held a gun before. I never said I hadn’t. You didn’t ask either. You just told Nina I had no gun experience, which was very different from what I had told her.” She pointed out to me.

What exactly had she told Nina? This brought the whole thing back to Emily; she shouldn’t have a gun out without me.

“Never go anywhere without me.” I snarled; I hated losing out on information. “How well do you know guns,” I asked, I wanted her to begin to spill. Instead, she took a deep breath and chewed on her biscuit, stepped down in it with a cup of coffee before replying to me.

“I cannot shoot. I have never shot anything in my life. I have held a gun though, I was ten, and I witnessed an accident, they had taken me to the police station to testify and I helped an officer pick a gun from the floor. The point is, I’m not stupid enough to tell everyone at a party filled with people in black clothes that they can’t wait for the next funeral and that I couldn’t handle a gun. I couldn’t turn down Nina either.” She rapped. Pouring the words out like she was sick of me already.

She had no right to be tired of me. It was barely a full week since we got married and she seemed tired of it. The real deal hadn’t even started yet.

Emily was about to learn that I had more drama than she could ever come up with.

“Okay. My bad. Anyway, I told her we would be going to Paris next week too. The real reason why you can’t make it. We will leave for the hotel now, Chloe should be expecting you by now, you have bags to pack.” I finished, satisfied that I had the last word.

She nodded at me and stood up, turned to walk out without waiting for me.

Time to be a dramatic husband. I walked behind her in long strides and caught up with her. I wrapped my arms around her and held her still, whispering words into her ears.

“Shouldn’t we sow your followers that we have reconciled? It would be chaotic to go 24 full hours and still be in a fight with your darling husband.” I murmured into her ears. Her eyes showed her surprise, but what was more surprising was how I loved the feeling of her in my arms and how she looked up at me with teary eyes.

This was what I wanted. To have her like this, coming to me to destroy all her enemies. I wanted my arms to be her only safe place. To be her only option. And that was why I needed to know who Justin was and remove him from her reach. If he already was, I needed to make sure he remained so.

I was serious about wanting all of her first. Now that I knew no one had ever touched her, I wanted her. Something that was mine and mine alone. And if I had to hurt her a little to make sure she remained mine? So be it.

If I was a lesser man, my heart would have melted like butter when she wrapped her arms around me too, and squeezed.

I permitted a chuckle, cameras were already flashing, and people just didn’t know how to mind their business. Everyone wanted to be the first to share Emily and Alexandro King’s reconciliation story.

To make the scene more intimate, I bent and placed a kiss on her lips. I felt her little sigh, her breath stole its way to my lips, tempting me to take her lips right there, but I held still. I would be patient with her. I would be her first. And last.

I held her hands to the door while she followed me like a robot, I opened the door and helped her sit, even going as far as helping her with the seatbelt while she did her best to avoid my eyes. I wondered what she was hiding in hers.

“Why are we going to Paris?” She asked when the car began moving.

“I want you to see the beautiful city.” I teased.

She said nothing, but her silence was enough to tell me that she didn’t believe me.

“I have an exhibition to attend. Its purpose is to buy art and help with a fundraising event.” I replied, adding a bit of the truth.

“You don’t attend parties. Why do I feel like fundraising doesn’t pass the test either?” She deadpanned.

Emily was smart, in a quiet way. I liked it, I wanted to see how well she could manage her mental resources. After I had settled things with the old man, I’d give Emily some responsibilities, and test her here and there.

“There is someone I want you to meet,” I said at last.

“Wouldn’t it be obvious? You don’t attend parties but suddenly you attend this one.” She answered smartly.

“Paris wouldn’t be the only place we're going, afterward, I’ll take you to see other beautiful cities, you have to take up or pretend to like art, I’ll be going to the fundraiser because you insisted, you love art and adore children.” I smiled as she nodded, getting the message.

“What kind of clothes should I get?” She asked, mission mode activated.

“Chloe would take care of that.”

“Okay.”

And the rest of the ride continued in silence.

While I thought of other things, I could use her lips for.

I parked the car myself in the hotel and didn’t bother to use the valet because I wanted to spend more time with Emily. I see new sides of her every day, and I feel like there is more to see today.

“When will we leave the hotel?” She asked. I liked it here because it was closer to the office, and I wasn’t ready to make her the mistress of my mansion.

“Maybe when we get back from our tour,” I answered, I hoped I would have her totally under my control then. I had to.

People change when they get exposed to power. Russo for example. Emily’s eyes would open to the kind of authority she wielded with my name when we got back. I needed her loyalty before then, I needed to be sure she feared me enough to never deny me.

She nodded in answer as I helped her down the car. I was conscious of how she waited for me to open the car. One disadvantage of living for the media was that one wouldn’t tell which actions were real and which weren’t.

A smile broke out on each staff’s face as we walked into the lobby side by side. It was obvious to everyone that the atmosphere we had gone out in was different from that which we returned with.

I slipped my fingers into hers and she gave no reaction, like it was something very normal. I liked it. It would be strange to have a wife who jumped away from her husband’s touch.

There were other things she needed to get used to too.

I shut the door behind me before grabbing her hand to spin her to face me. Then I sealed her lips with mine.