A Little Bit Married

Molten Fire

Gray slowly let me go, but still held my hand as he turned towards the mic. I was hardly able to keep the tears in, my chest tight as I tried my best to breathe. How could he have kept something like this to himself all through? How was he able to even let go of all the anger towards these two sisters? Towards everyone?

"I am sure you can recognize them, one from the press conference and the jewellery shop, Austeria. The other, as my long-time girlfriend and almost wife. I am going to use this opportunity to formally introduce my wife. Evangeline Gray Gavin. The only woman in my life right now. All other questions will be answered by my team. I am done with this."

The questions only started to come faster, but Gray was gone, and his bodyguards barricaded the reporters in while he walked away, holding my hand tight.

Once the door closed with the reporters inside, I broke down again, my chest heaving as I squatted to my knees, my hand over my mouth, my eyes closing. My heart felt tight, broken, and I clenched a fist and hit my chest again and again, hoping it would help lighten it up.

"Angeline."

I looked up to him. He was now squatted to my height, his eyes darting across both of mine.

"Gray, I..."

"What are you crying for? It's done."

I shook my head. "I just... I just... feel so guilty, Gray. Yesterday, I... I... I kept on bringing it up, reminding you of this, and you must have had such a hard time through my accusations and..."

He leaned to me, his knees now on the ground, his hand gently cupping my neck, his thumb lifting my chin to meet him. He was slightly above me, his lips parted as he leaned a little closer.

"You still came here with me. I would be worried if you didn't react the way you did."

"But... I just..."

"It's fine, Angeline. Let me take you home. I have to attend a few meetings and..."

"Let me stay with you. I don't think I want to leave you alone right now."

He chuckled, shaking his head. "I am a grown man, princess. The press is nothing new, and I am used to this. You need to be tucked away safely for me to be at peace."

I swallowed, the tears running down my cheeks even more. "Please, please just let me be with you. Please, Gray. I just feel so f*****g bad for everything I did and I feel so foolish and..."

"I told you, Angeline. You talk way too much."

I bit down on my lips. "What are you going to do about it, then?"

My voice was teary, broken, and he was probably the bravest person to be the one comforting me when he was the one whose vulnerable moment had to be shown to the world like that, right after his wife rubbed it all over his face and forced him to remember all of it.

His eyes darted across both of mine before he slowly adjusted and leaned a little lower to me, my head slightly thrown back so my eyes could meet his, my hair falling behind us.

"I am going to kiss the energy out of you."

My eyes widened a little, and somewhere in between, the reporters burst out of the closed conference room, but they were the last things on my mind at that point.

He took my lips like it would be the very last time he did it, my tears running down my cheeks slowly, my hands slowly moving to rest on his waist.

I heard the gasps, saw the bright lights through my closed eyes, heard the clicking cameras, but Gray Gavin was on his knees, kissing me, and the world could end right now and I wouldn't care.

Just when I thought he was going to break the kiss, he leaned in more, his left hand moving from my neck to my hair, his fingers lacing in my hair as he pulled me even closer into him.

His lips felt soft, real, and beautiful against mine, and it almost felt like one of those daydreams that will leave me broken hearted for the fact that they could not be real.

But he was real. All of him.

He slowly broke the kiss, then sighed against my lips, his lips curling into a smile as I opened my eyes to him.

"That felt so f*****g good. I won't take you home."

I broke into a laugh despite all of the pain and the guilt I felt. "Why? Why won't you take me home?"

"So I can steal more and reenergize during those those boring meetings."

I laughed again as he turned towards the reporters who were still taking photos of us. "Let's take the elevator. They won't come up."

I immediately nodded, and he grabbed my hand and pulled me with him. A giggle escaped me as we ran towards the elevators to avoid the hoards of reporters all looking to use the exclusive story from his ordeal to get their next big story and big break.

I could hear the police outside now as we ran around towards the private elevator, the screams of questions following on our trail, Gray holding my hand tight, the bodyguards doing their best to keep the reporters away, it all felt like something straight out of a Hollywood movie.

I tried to catch a breath as we entered the elevator, and he punched the buttons. I broke into a laugh as he turned back to me from pressing in the floors, and I immediately wrapped my arms around him, my lips immediately finding his.

He leaned me back in the wall, his hand resting above my head, his other hand pulling my thigh up against his waist. Our kisses were like molten fire, the electricity between us fuelling more and more with each breath that we shared, with each heartbeat that fell into sync.

I smiled against his lips as he pulled my body closer to him, then slowed down the pace of our kisses, taking my breath away.

But not just my breath. My heart, too. And my conscience. He took everything with him.