A Little Bit Married

Wifey

The elevator opened up, and he slowly pulled me out, his hand wrapped around my waist, his hand still cupping my neck. It felt like we both couldn't get enough, and hell, I didn't want to be able to have enough. I wanted to stay right here and kiss him till my lips felt like his, like his taste became the only thing I could feel.

He kissed my lips one last time before he pulled away from me, then adjusted his jacket.

"How do I look?"

His voice was raspy, dark, his lips thoroughly kissed, his hair ruffled.

I laughed, shaking my head. "You look breathless."

He broke into a laugh, then started to come back to me. I immediately put my hands out, shaking my head.

"Nope. You have work to do."

"Oh, f**k them, Angeline."

I laughed, obliging him with a small peck on his cheek. "Go in there and rock."

He smiled and nodded while I smoothed his hair down. He took my hand with him and slowly led me towards the door. He sighed as he scanned his iris before turning back to me.

"Don't look at me in there."

I laughed again. "Why? About to lose focus?"

"You know the things you do to me."

I smiled as the door opened, and he walked in with me, his hand holding mine.

The room had a large table that was filled in both sides, and I could see important looking men sitting on both sides of the table, wearing suits and a grim expression.

I immediately let go of Gray's hand, and he turned to me, his brow slightly furrowed.

"I will sit over there."

He looked up to where another empty seat was, at the very end of the table and right opposite where he would be sitting at the head of the table.

His lips turned up in a small scowl as he held my hand, then slowly walked towards the seat. There was an empty seat right next to the seat at the foot of the table, and he led me to it while he say at the foot of the table.

"Gray."

"I can sit where I want," he said simply, while a few other men who had been standing around quickly started to move the mic and otber things that had been set for him at the head of the table.

I guess this was the head of the table now.

"Can I see the trends?"

A projector lit up the screen behind him, and he turned to it, his brows furrowed. I could see a graphic analysis of what looked to be his company stocks, and it had taken a hit early in the morning, losing around ten per cent of its value on the market.

It was, however, on the upwards trend again, rapidly covering up the loss.

"It's good development as opposed to this morning, and with the trends on social media and news companies..." one of the standing men said, probably a secretary started to say, before he leaned and switched through the pages. They were search engine searches, trends on social media, posts, comments, and online visibility. Gray was dominating a lot of it.

"I think we are on an upward trend."

Gray nodded. "Let's hold a charity auction for orphanages and widows. Make it a charity ball and include some of the biggest celebrities to increase the trends, too."

"Yes, sir."

Gray turned away and started to open up the files before someone suddenly stood up.

"Congratulations on your marriage, sir, ma'am."

Gray looked up, his brows furrowed. He had been carrying a very professional frown before this, but like a light switch, he broke into a smile, his ears immediately reddening.

It caused me to smile, too. I guess this is exactly what he had meant when he talked about the things that I did to him. This was it.

I reached out for his hand and held it tight, and he lightly kissed my hand while the others congratulated him on the marriage.

I sat with him throughout the meeting as they went through serious matters regarding the company's finances, an opening for the position of an assistant to Gray, and the charity event that Gray had proposed.

Once the meeting ended, they took a look at the graphs again, and it was still positive. The meeting ended, and with a sigh, Gray leaned back on his chair while the rest walked out of the room, the last of them closing the door behind him.

"You were awesome."

He met my eyes, then broke into a smile. "I thought you found me awesome all the time."

I nodded in affirmative. "I do."

He smiled, nodding slowly. "So?"

"You were extra awesome today."

He let his eyes slowly drink me in before he moved even closer, his eyes soft and tender. "I am sorry I didn't just talk to you upfront and letting you find out like everyone else."

I shrugged, running my hand around his hand. "Its understandable that the last thing anyone would want to talk about is how they were drugged and forced to have a kid with a woman they don't care for. "

He sighed, closing his eyes briefly as I leaned forward, letting my hand run across the side of his face.

"I was just scared you would find me disgusting. I think I would have kept it hidden..."

"You are still Gray Gavin to me. I mean, I am slightly pissed that you would want to keep hiding stuff, but I don't hate you."

He chuckled, then nodded slowly. "I will keep that in mind for sure. One more thing, though."

"Yes?"

"Stop biting your lips when we are in public settings when I need to appear civil."

I struggled with a laugh that threatened to push through me, my chest heaving. I slowly tilted my head to the left, my eyes holding his.

"Why so?"

"You know what I am talking about."

"I don't think I do," I said, batting my lashes rapidly as I bit down on my lips slowly.

"For goodness sake, Angeline, stop f*****g riling me up."

I laughed, leaning closer to him. My hand rested on either side of his chair as I leaned up to him. "Do I really?"

His smile faltered for a little bit, and I could see his eyes space out in mine, his lips slightly parting. I couldn't blame him. I was losing myself in his eyes, too. Losing myself in the deep abyss of his person.

He brought his thumb to my hand and slowly pressed down on my lips, his eyes focused on his own finger.

"You drive me so f*****g insane."

I bit down on my lips instinctively, but it gave me an adrenaline high sering how his eyes immediately darkened with desire, his hand gripping my hand a little tighter.

He started to lean in to me when the door suddenly flew open, and a raging Sylvia stood by the door, her eyes wide, her fists clenched.

Gray moved away from me and slowly shielded me with all of his body.

"How could you do this to me, Gray?" She asked, her voice low and shaky, with more than one indication of an oncoming outburst. She walked towards the table, then grabbed the glass vase. Before any of us could say a word, she flung it right at us.

I gave a small yelp, but Gray shielded me with his body, and it shattered on his shoulder, some of the pieces cutting through his suit and immediately drawing blood.

"f**k," he cursed, gripping his arm as he reached for his phone.

He immediately called security, but seeing how she had somehow managed to sneak in despite knowing everyone in the country knew what she had done, she didn't have much to lose anymore.

"How the f**k could you do this to me?!" She screamed as she walked around to us, then grabbed one of the large shards of glass.

"Stay away, Sylvia," Gray said, his voice low. "I don't want to have to hit a woman."

She broke into wild laughter. "Why? You somehow gained empathy? You somehow became f*****g human?"

The nerve of this b***h.

She walked even closer, her eyes holding Gray's. "You could have just taken your f*****g child. He looks so much like you, it disgusts me. He is a f*****g parasite that simply just..."

"I never asked you to have him," Gray said, his voice cold, the default tone he used when he had checked out and had no emotional connections with a subject. "You are the one who thought bringing a child into your plot to betray your sister and snag a rich man would work. It's not my fault you're incredibly stupid and leave traces as bright as day for me to find, sweetie. Work on your intelligence, and stay the f**k away."

Her eyes widened, and she raised a hand and slapped Gray hard with the same hand she was holding a piece of glass. It shattered on his face, and my eyes widened, seeing the blood immediately splatter across his face.

At this point, I had enough, and before I could let myself think about a thing, I bent and grabbed a piece of glass, covered the distance to her and slapped her hard across the face.

She immediately screamed, becoming feral, and I jumped on the opportunity, slapping her till she fell to the ground beneath me, my jabnds faster than my mind.

"Evangeline."

I couldn't see beyond the way that glass could have penetrated his eyes, the way she had ruined his face because she was a selfish b***h who wanted to milk him for his money.

Security ran in in, and I finally let her go as they pulled her away, hollering profanities at us, her face bloodied.

I immediately turned to Gray, cupping his face, my eyes wide. He had several marks across his face, and one dangerously close to his left eye and even more scars over his shoulder.

"Let's get yoi to a hispital. I will call an ambulance and... do you have first aid? Maybe I should do that before the ambulance..."

"That is the hottest thing I have ever seen," Gray said, his voice a little dazed, his eyes even more so.

I met his eyes, and he looked as sincere and as flustered as ever, a bright red blush on his cheeks.

"You are really thinking about that now? Will all the injuries on you?"

He nodded slowly. "It's all I can think of."

I smiled despite myself, my hand wiping the blood off his cheek carefully. "That's what she gets for hitting my husband."

He bit down on his lips slowly. "Your husband, huh?"

I nodded. "What else? You are my husband."

He moved, forcing me to move back, too. I expected him to stop, but he didn't, his steps forcing me back till I was backed up against the table.

"What are you doing?"

He shrugged. "Say it again."

He slowly leaned to me, his body hovering above mine, his hand resting on the table behind us.

"You are my husband?"

"Are you asking me or telling me, sweetheart?"

I swallowed. "You are my husband, Gray Gavin."

He raised a brow, his hand slowly tracing down my face to my neck, to my chest, and then down to my waist. He cupped my waist and then pulled me into him, my breath hitching in my throat, my eyes wide.

"I don't think I have found a woman hotter than you right now, calling me your husband and sporting those beautifully wild eyes."

I laughed, a blush rising on my cheeks. "Oh please, don't let me blush like a slut."

He moved me till I was sitting on the edge of the table, then slowly put his uands between my knees. My eyes widened as he pushed my gown up and spread my legs, allowing himself space in between. Slowly, he leaned to my ear, his fingers caressing my now bare thighs. "This is a secret, sweetie, but... you can be my little slut. I could tie you to my bed and give you the full experience."

My breath hitched, and I met his eyes, electricity running down my spine, my body betraying me for him as his eyes met mine.

They were dark with slutty little lies, and I will be damned if I didn't believe them.

"Sir. Are you okay?"

I turned and immediately got off the table, adjusting my dress. A few of his employees had walked in, concern written all over their faces.

"Think about it, wifey."

He smiled and turned towards them as they came up, and I watched his back, the blissfully sinful thoughts filling my mind.