30. Enrique
Chapter 30
Enrique
“ Y asmeena, what is your favorite thing to eat for dinner,” I ask from my spot on the couch.
With the news still being so fresh, we opted to stay in the penthouse for at least the night. We might be here longer, we have to test the waters. Yasmeena has clothes and things here so Jeeves will have to bring me something else to wear. Now that the shock of there being an entire floor that I’m not aware of has worn off, I can’t complain about the commute.
In fact, I’m surprised that Yasmeena isn’t here more often.
“What?”
“I said what’s your favorite thing to eat for dinner.”
I don’t know why I’m thinking about it. We’ve had a month of meals together and I know what she’s willing to eat but not much of what she likes to eat.
“I don’t have a favorite.”
Surprised that I continue to be surprised, I turn and look at her, “There is nothing you prefer to eat for dinner over the other?”
“No.”
“Is there anything that sounds interesting but you haven’t tried yet?”
“I haven’t really had the time to think about it. I’m not spontaneous like that. Just choose what you like. I’m fine with it.”
“Any allergies?”
“Raw tomatoes. I can have them cooked but not raw so no BLTs for me.”
I nod thoughtfully, good to know. “I’ll get something simple today like pizza and tomorrow I’ll cook for you. How’s that?”
“Cook…for me? Why?”
“Because I want to. I like to cook sometimes and the thing I want takes hours. It’s too late today but it looks like our schedule is clear. Any objections?”
“Okay, you don’t want me to cook you something some other time, right?”
“Not unless you want to cook something. I don’t have any expectations for you to cook. I just feel like cooking.”
“No, I don’t cook.”
“I can’t say that I’m surprised,” I admit. I shrug when she gives me an annoyed look. “You have a chef and you’re always at work, what other conclusion was I to make?”
I text Jeeves all the ingredients I need to cook the pasta dish I want. It brings an odd level of satisfaction since I haven’t cooked in awhile. Emily had a few dishes she would make but always wanted to eat out.
“None but that’s fine. What are you making?”
“Braised beef pasta with burrata cheese,” I announce, ready for the next day so I can eat it already.
This is one of the perks for being married to an emotionally detached woman, she’s not trying to get me to talk about my feelings. Mine are all over the place. I’ve done my very best to avoid the media coverage but knowing that the world is talking about me while I’m sequestered in a penthouse is weird.
“Okay and for now, let’s talk strategy about this secret that’s no longer a secret,” Yasmeena says as she walks off and goes to the bedroom area. She removes her heels and her dress as she keeps talking. “While Matthew is figuring things out with PR, we need to get our stories together. Can’t exactly tell people that it’s a forced marriage.” Yasmeena removes her bra and turns to me with her hands on her hips, leaving her in her panties. “Any suggestions?”
“Forced Marriage,” I say outloud to try the words out on my tongue. “Sounds like you held me at gunpoint.”
“There are worse things in life but okay maybe not forced marriage but transactional. We have to fix this image that they’re painting with you since we both know some people will make this about gender. Society is society but we have to face it head on… when we’re ready.” Yasmeena turns and walks further to the open wardrobe.
“Are we going to make it sound like a real marriage?”
“Yes, we don’t have a choice unless you have another idea? I’m open to listening.”
“It may be our only play but the timing is awkward. My biggest argument with Emily was that I didn’t cheat on her. We got married the day after she left me.”
Yasmeena stops searching for her clothes and looks my way. “You have to learn to stop giving a fuck, Enrique. You know the truth and if she doesn’t believe you while she’s been your girlfriend for years then I don’t know. Like I said, attributes are attached to a person’s character.”
“I don’t know how to turn off my feelings, Yas. Plus, my goal is to be honest and upfront with people. It bothers me that I now seem duplicitous. I agree that her faith in my character should have been stronger. It’s the sword I’m going to have to fall on to make our secret work. I’ll have to look like a cheater for all of this to be plausible.” I’ve been watching Yasmeena undress the entire time. “Come sit on my lap.”
“You can’t look like a cheater if your relationship wasn’t public but again, these are things to be prepared about.” She stops her movements and raises her brow. “Sit on your lap? Why?”
“I proposed publicly and I’ve never updated my social media so she’s on it. The news spread while we were in the meeting. I’m sure people have been all over it and that information is spreading like wildfire. We need to finish what we started in the elevator.”
“Well, we will figure that out. People break up every single day. The percentage is fairly high. And we don’t need to finish anything, we have to focus and strategize.”
“I’ll focus better if we finish. Yes, people break up often but the majority don’t get married the very next day. That’s also public record for anyone interested in looking.”
I pat my lap in case she tries to ignore the first part of my statement.
“Technically, we’ve fulfilled our once-a-day sex quota so what do you need to finish?”
“Did I agree to once a day? I don’t remember seeing that written. Besides more sex, more chances of pregnancy.”
Yasmeena doesn’t respond right away as she thinks. She crosses her arms covering her beautiful tits. “How many times a day?”
“I say leave it open for all possibilities with a minimum of one.” I crook my finger at her. “Come, let’s strategize .”
“I need a number before I walk anywhere near you.”
“Everything doesn’t need an exact plan.”
“I’m not spontaneous so I’ll just put my clothes on.” She gives me her back and starts throwing what she’ll wear on the bed.
I don’t expect her to understand that I need a distraction just as much as she needs a strategy. Standing, I move towards my not-wife/wife to explain my position in all of this. Our secret marriage is now public and we’re expected to double down to say we’re a real couple who married for the right reasons. I need real husband privileges. I catch her before she disappears into the bathroom.
I press her against the wall, trapping her with my body. My lips graze her neck without connecting with the sweet, soft skin. I inhale her like I’m trying to etch every detail into my memory.
“What if I want to do all the things, Yas?”
“What things?”
I run a hand up her torso, guiding my palm over her breast to tease her nipple. “Touch you everywhere; feel all of you…taste you.”
I nip her neck after the last word.
“Taste me?”
I turn her so she can face me and steal a kiss before she can protest.
“One day, wife, I’m going to take my time touching and kissing your body. Then I'll eat your pussy until I'm satisfied with how hard you cum.” I lift Yasmeena, she instinctively wraps her legs around my waist. “Sometimes you just need to come to me when I call.”
“You wanted me to sit on your lap like you’re Santa Claus.” She says as she wraps her arms around my neck.
“It would have been much more rewarding.”
“How so?”
”Well,” I say as I work my way under her underwear to slip my fingers inside of her, “It's not his mission to get you pregnant.”
“Who?” She throws her head back, fighting the urge to moan.
“Santa. The man you brought up.” I fuck her with my fingers while admiring the mark I gave her earlier. “This is why we don't limit our fun to just one day.”
“I don-,” her sentence is cut by her need to stop another moan.
”Shh, just…” my words trail off as I enter her. I drop my forehead to hers and close my eyes for a moment. Being inside her feels too fucking good. “Mmm. One day you'll tell me you like it.”
I pull out slowly then rock back inside of her, making sure to go deep. Changing the position, I snake my arms under her legs to push her up higher. My mouth finally connects with one of her naked nipples and I suck it into my mouth.
Her moan is satisfying since she spends so much time trying to swallow them. I make a personal goal for me to make her cry out for me at least once.
I manage to push all of my issues aside as I lose myself in Yasmeena’s pussy.
Her hands find my hair, pulling it as she works towards her high. After two more thrusts, Yasmeena’s body spasms and her breath comes out in harsh huffs as she cums for me.
Releasing her nipple, I kiss my way back up her neck until I have her locked into a rough kiss that I don't break until I finish giving her all off my cum. It takes a moment for me to catch my breath but I pick up where we left off.
”We can talk strategy over dinner.”