16. Celso
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Celso
I ’m moving fast with all the arrangements because I don’t want to risk this not happening. I won’t allow it to fall through. Dalila has already tried to sabotage my agreement with Luke by involving my father, he was angry when he found out what I’d done. He told me I had no right to ask favors of the politician he owned. I told him the politician he owned was dead and I now own that man’s son.
He was not impressed and continued to tell me I had to cancel the wedding.
But I only had to ask one question to get my father to back off with his anger .
He stood glaring at me and I looked up from the sofa, calm and confident. I asked him, “Did you kill my mother?”
The question was like a punch to the face.
I could see it in his eyes.
The truth was so fucking clear, and he knew it. It was obvious.
“No - I - where did you hear that?”
I didn’t answer him. I stood up, dusted my hand over my shoulder and said, “The wedding is on Saturday. Best you get your tuxedo ready and act the part.”
He didn’t say a word when I walked out - and he hasn’t said a word to me since.
Dalila is furious. She has been calling me non-stop, demanding I don’t do this.
But, honestly, it’s all background noise.
Today, Neve moved into my place. The wedding is in two days and I want her here, with me, to avoid any issues. She’s been staying in her father’s house with her brother and I know they aren’t getting along at the moment - for obvious reasons - so I requested to have her things collected and brought here.
Her brother made the arrangements and Neve was caught off guard when she got home and was told she didn’t live there anymore.
Now she is upstairs in our bedroom, refusing to speak to me. With only one more day before our wedding I hope she can pull through and play her part.
I climb the stairs holding her plate of food in my hand.
Pushing our bedroom door open I walk inside without knocking or saying anything.
She huffs, her back towards me, lying on her side on the bed.
“Neve, I brought you some early dinner before we have to get going.”
“I’m not hungry. And I don’t want to be here.” She snaps.
“Well, you are going to eat, and you have to be here, so embrace it and let’s move on from this attitude you’re giving me.” I snap back at her .
She doesn’t reply.
Sitting on the edge of the bed I set her plate down on the side table and reach out to touch her. She shifts away from me, so I grab her leg and pull her back close to me.
“The news is being announced tonight. We are making a public appearance at an art gallery opening. You will be on your best behavior.” I warn her.
She lifts her eyes towards me.
“And if I’m not?” She asks, heated with defiance.
I tug her further down the bed and move quickly. In a flash I am lying with my body on top of hers, pinning her down. Her breath is hot against my face when she cries out in fright. “If you will not behave, I will have to punish you.” I say, running my hand up her thigh and over her waist.
She shudders beneath my touch and her eyes flood with lust.
I chuckle and climb off her.
Fuck. I want her so badly, but I’m willing to wait until she belongs to me. I’m willing to wait until our wedding night to make it special.
“I hate you.” She mutters, flushing with embarrassment at her own desire.
“Well, eat something while you hate me. And then put on that dress.” I gesture towards the gold dress hanging on the outside of the closet. “We are leaving in one hour.”
“I don’t want to be married, Celso.” She pleads. “This isn’t what I want for my life. I’m so tired of other people controlling me and telling me what I have to do.” Tears spill over the edge of her gorgeous blue eyes and my heart tightens.
“Marriage to me will not be what you think it is, Neve. You can still have everything you want for your life - we’ll do it all together.”
“You don’t want the same things as me.” She mumbles.
I reach out and touch her face. “What do you want, my angel?”
“I want—” She’s flustered, agitated, heated “I want to travel. But not that luxury bull shit with five-star hotels. I want to see jungles and temples and climb those massive ruins in Peru. I want to learn to fly a helicopter and to learn how to scuba dive. I want to see the world - I don’t want to be stuck - I don’t want to be some well-behaved wife sitting neatly in her chair, smiling for the camera.” Her voice trails off.
“Don’t underestimate what I can give you, Neve.” I say, letting my fingers trace over her thigh for a moment before I stand up. “Get ready.” I say, and leave her to make her own choices. But if she isn’t ready in an hour, there will be hell to pay and she knows it.
Besides, as much as she hates her brother right now - she doesn’t want him out on the streets, homeless and ashamed. And I am the only one who can help him.
Neve comes down stairs, walking slowly and carefully in her stilettos and that gorgeous gold dress. It flows over her body like the ocean caressing the sandy shores of some tropical island.
“Fuck.” I mutter, wondering how I am supposed to wait when she looks like that.
Neve huffs and rolls her eyes at me. “Let’s go.” She snaps, pushing past me .
I chuckle and follow her out to the car. The driver opens the door for her and we both climb into the back seat.
“Let’s get this over with.” She says, shifting away from me.
She will learn, no matter what it takes. I grab her around the waist and tug her right back next to me.
“You are my fiancé, Neve. Act like it.” I warn her.
She bites her lip and stops herself from saying whatever she was going to sass back at me.
The gallery opening is perfect. Photographers flock around us, snapping photos of Neve leaning against my body, her hand resting on my chest as she glances at the camera over her shoulder with the most gorgeous smile on her face.
She is brilliant. She has them eating out of her hand. She has me almost believing that she’s accepted that she is going to be my wife.
She leans close and whispers in my ear, letting the camera’s catch intimate moments that aren’t even real. Her words, “Don’t get used to this. ”
I grin. “I’m already used to this, angel.” I laugh, tighten my hand against her lower back and pushing her hips against mine.
She smirks with an arrogant flare of defiance, but the playful darkness in her eyes betrays her. She can’t wait to have my cock inside her. She’s begging me with those blue eyes. Her plump pink lips pouting towards me.
I lean down and wrap my hand around the back of her head and kiss her.
She is mine.
Let all the world see it.
Camera’s fire and more photographs seal our fate.
Tomorrow is the last day she has left. After that - come hell fire or atomic blasts - she is mine. She will have my name, she will endure the heat of my desire, she will belong to me.
And that is how it will be until the day I die.
Neve moves through the evening in perfection. Laughing at jokes, gushing over me, pretending to be madly and wildly in love .
But the moment we arrive home and the front door slams shut behind us - she turns.
Her sweetness turns cold and cruel. She kicks off her shoes and when I bend down to pick them up for her and to follow her up to bed, she glares at me.
“That was horrible.” She mutters.
“No, it wasn’t. Don’t lie to me, angel.” I sigh in frustration. “I saw you were having fun.”
“Fun? With a million cameras in my face?” She flusters.
“No - fun spending time with me.”
She opens her mouth to say something and then slams her lips closed again.
I step closer to her, backing her up against the wall. “Don’t fuck with me, Neve. I know you. I know your moods. I know your expressions. I know everything about you.”
“Oh, please.” She tries to argue.
“I know you are so fucking wet right now your body is screaming for me to fuck you.”
I wrap my hand around her throat.
“Fuck off.” She says.
“Are you denying it?” I whisper against her lips.
“Leave me alone. I don’t want you.”
I pull the slit of her gold dress to the side and run my hand up the inside of her thigh.
“We can check - I can prove it to you right now.” I growl.
Neve gasps and shivers beneath my touch. Her pupils dilate and it’s all I need to see to prove my point.
If I touch her now, if I dip my fingers inside her - I won’t be able to stop. Already my cock is trying to rip through my pants.
“Good night, my angel. There is only one more day you have to wait - and then you can have all of me. I promise you - you will love every fucking second of it.” I step away from her and she takes in a sharp breath.
I chuckle again and her eyes flare. Her skin flushed pink .
The only reason it’s possible to walk away from her and that tight, gorgeous little body of hers, is because I am confident in my knowledge that the right time is coming soon.
I fall asleep easily, drift off with a smile on my face.
During the night I wake up to find that Neve never came to bed. Her side of the bed is unwrinkled. Instantly, rage floods me. Did she leave? Did she run away in the night? I leap out of bed and storm downstairs.
But she’s sound asleep on the sofa in the living room. A small blanket wrapped over her, still wearing the gold dress.
I lift her from the sofa, holding her cradled against my chest as I carry her up to our bedroom. I won’t allow her to do that. She is going to be my wife and she will share my bed.
I set her down on the bed and gently unzip the side of her dress, pulling it off her shoulders. Shifting her I pull it down her body while she mutters in her sleep. My cock is throbbing again. Her body is perfection .
How can I wait until tomorrow when she lying on my bed in nothing but a pair of black lace panties?
I quickly throw the blankets over her and clench my jaw until my face aches.
I will wait.
Climbing into bed I move close to her, wrapping my arm around her naked body and pulling her right up against me. My cock throbs pressed against her ass.
I will wait.
She moves in her sleep, snuggling closer to me, her ass pushing harder against my cock.
It is going to be so fucking incredible. The moment I thrust into her.
My wife.
I close my eyes and force myself to go back to sleep.