Anita’s pov
“Hey, don't flatter me,” he said, walking closer. He closed the gap between us, then kissed me. “First compliment; I think we are headed somewhere." He pulled my knuckles to his lips, then kissed me gently. "You look beautiful as always."
My insides welled to his compliments; I should have known it was a stupid idea, but then I couldn’t control my thoughts around him, which infuriated me more. How much control have I given up just being here with him?
After the compliment, there was a lingering oddity between us as we drove off the park house. I expected a long, excruciating drive on a journey I made in a drunken state, but I was taken to the airport instead.
Guess? We took a chopper; it was the first time, but I didn’t expect any less. As a king who had various sources of
