16. Yasmeena
Chapter 16
Yasmeena
W hen I answered my front door, I didn’t think I’d see Enrique standing there asking me to marry him.
“Marry you?” I understand what he’s saying, I’m just confused on why he’s asking me knowing my answer.
“Yes,” he says and takes my hand. “Will you marry me?”
“I don’t know why you’re asking when you know my answer. Is this to humor you?”
He steps in the foyer bringing us closer and repeats the question.
I blink because him repeating the question makes him seem like he’s crazy but I’ll answer so he stops asking it. I didn’t really plan on ever hearing someone ask me if I’ll marry them, the regular plan was to find someone, agree, and sign the papers. No asking, no big show but because this seems like it’s something Enrique won’t stop asking until I answer him, I’ll do that.
“Yes, if it’ll stop you from asking me.”
Enrique rolls his eyes. “Children ask about these kinds of things you know.”
“Children don’t know any better and since we’re asking, will you get me pregnant?”
He furrowed his eyebrows. “Now?”
“No, Enrique. After we get married, so tomorrow night. We’ll leave first thing. Do you need help moving your things in? Or you’ll move everything tomorrow? Did you sign everything in the folder?”
Enrique tilts his head like he can study me or figure me out. “I shouldn’t be surprised but somehow I am.”
“Surprised by what?”
“People are usually happy or relieved to get their way,” he pushes past me. “I’ll invite myself in, I guess.” His eyes take in the rest of my body. “Do any of your robes cover anything or is this like your default setting?”
“I’ll have you know, these are designer. They’re not there to cover, they’re there to be removed. Plus, it’s very breathable. And it’s hard to feel certain emotions with my disorder but I can tell you, thank you for not saying no.”
“Is that so?” Enrique moves closer, releases the sash, and pushes it off my shoulders before I can react. “Look, it did its job. And you’re welcome.”
“Almost.” I let the robe pool at my feet, leaving me in my lace panties, walking further into my house with the sound of my heeled furry house slippers filling the silence in my very brightly lit home. “Do you want something to drink or would you like a tour?”
“Both.” Enrique says as he follows.
“Okay kitchen first then. You’ve seen the foyer…”
“Wait,” he cuts me off. “Yasmeena Yara Al-Ameen. What have I told you about these damn shoes?”
I turn to face him at the sound of my middle name. “These aren’t heels, they’re house slippers and don’t use my full name like that. It’s uncalled for, Noé.” I call him by his middle name.
He smirks again. Neither one of us ever shared our middle names with each other. “It doesn’t bother me. Why does it bother you?” He’s in my space again like he doesn’t have his own, Enrique grips me under my arms like I’m a child and picks me straight up off the floor. My shoes clank on the floor and he uses his foot to kick them aside and puts me back down. “Much better. I’m ready for that tour now.”
Bending, he picks up the shoes and waits for me.
My brow arches. “Do you think you also have husband privileges?”
“In name or not, I will care about your well being, it’s part of the package. Do you think you’re going to be my boss when I’m home?”
“I didn’t think we’d be seeing much of each other until it’s time to have sex. You have things to do during the day, right?”
“We both do but there are nights and weekends. Are you going to avoid me on those days?”
“I don’t avoid. And where are the papers, Enrique? The signed papers?”
“I shredded and burned everything. Emily was starting to snoop. I’m sure you have a copy.”
“I do.” I grab a glass and hand it to him. “Follow me again for the good stuff. Then we’ll head to my office so you can sign the papers with my lawyers on video.”
“Do you talk to your lawyers naked often?”
“I do not. I have a blazer in my office for business dealings like this.”
“Lead the way.”
I lead Enrique to the drink mini bar around the other side of the kitchen. “Grab whatever drink you prefer and then we can move on.”
He grabs the whiskey and after he pours some, we continue further down the hall and because I live alone, there’s no door to my office.
“My office,” I say to him. I walk over to the rack of blazers. I pick my black oversized one and slip it on, buttoning it up. “Take a seat.”
Once Enrique sits across from me, I grab my laptop, open it up and call my lawyers, letting them know what’s happening and turn it his way.
“Before you sign, do you need another drink?”
He stares at his glass for a second as if just now realizing that it’s empty. “Sure.”
I stand, walking out to grab the whiskey decanter and bring it back. I pour and place the decanter near him on the desk. “Sign.”
Enrique's green eyes snap to mine with one of the looks he’s known to give me when he’s ready to argue.
“Any objections, Mr. Souza?”
He reaches over and hits mute on the computer. “Are you sure about everything? The sex and all of it?”
“All of it? Why wouldn’t I be? This is what I need.”
“Okay…this all will be moot if you back out on getting pregnant.” he says slowly and finishes his second drink. “You’re not a virgin, are you?”
“Are you a virgin?”
“You know I’m not. Just give me a straight yes or no. I don’t want the extra. Are you a virgin?”
Doing what my therapist, Janae, told me to do when it’s a single person around me, I pay attention to more than just Enrique’s words; his inner eyebrows slanting, the lowered lip corners, and his eyes are dull. They’re not as bright or sharp as they usually are.
Should I say something? Is what I’m asking of him making him sad? Did he want to be with Emily that bad?
“No, I’m not a virgin.”
”Kiss me and I'll sign it.”
“Kiss you?”
“Kiss me. Prove to me that you're okay with the intimate stuff.”
“I don’t like challenges but okay.”
I unmute my lawyers. “I’ll call right back.” I shut my laptop and step in front of Enrique. Without giving him a chance to ask what I’m doing, I unbutton my blazer, letting it slip off. His eyes follow my blazer and then back up to my breasts. His eyes linger there before he looks into my eyes. I straddle him, lowering myself into his lap. My hand goes to his jaw, this isn’t a power play. Since I am detached, I’ve learned the art of seduction. My lips are closer as I lean in so my nipples graze his shirt. My other hand slips into his hair, I form a fist and snap his head back giving me access to his neck. I leave a trail with my tongue from his neck all the way up to his chin. I nip at his chin; he groans as his fingers touch my body. His hands land on my ass as he kneads and grinds my body further into his erection.
One hand moves to the nape of my neck as he deepens the kiss and after another groan, I pull away.
“This is to prove a point. We won’t kiss again.” I whisper.
I connect my lips with his as I move my waist so I could further arouse him.
After the kiss gets hot and heavy, I pull away.
“Okay…um…Point proven. Why?”
“We don’t need to kiss to make a baby, do we? Kissing is pointless, in my opinion.”
“Not in mine, but a deal is a deal.”
“Thank you.” I pull his hands away and get off his lap. Turning, I bend over with my ass in the air knowing that I’m doing it on purpose. I pick up my blazer, slipping it back on. I button it before I call the lawyers back and make sure that he’s in view.
Enrique mutes the meeting again. “Yas, you’re not the only one who can play dirty. Remember that.”
I fold my arms over my chest and sit on my desk. “As long as you cum inside of me so I can get pregnant. I won’t forget it.”
“Be careful what you wish for.” Enrique unmutes the meeting as if he has a sense of purpose. “Okay, ladies. Let's begin.”
After all the briefing, Enrique e-signs everything and it remains confidentially with my lawyers, Michelle and Sharice. They hang up and Enrique looks at me. He looks tired.
“Where am I sleeping?”
“I’ll show you.”
I show him to his room and leave him for the night. We don’t have anything else to discuss.