43. Enrique
Chapter 43
Enrique
I don’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. I fight 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 hands travels down to my pants. She slips the tips of her fingers in my pants but doesn’t go any further.
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.