"You were secretly watching me," he said, his hot breath fanning her skin. She shut her eyes and hit his chest mildly, stooping to free herself from his grip, but she failed.
"Let go of me, Darian. I wasn't watching you." She continued to hit him, but he didn't let go of her.
"You miss me, don't you?" His eyes quivered in a smirk. Lena scoffed, shaking her head in repulsion. "You can't deny that you don't, I know you do."
"Leave me alone, go meet those ladies with big butts." She fought to let go but he didn't let her. He grabbed her arms, hauling her to the study room. "Let go of me, Darian."
He shut the door and guided her to sit on his armchair. When she was settled on the chair, he caged her with both hands and bent a little to kiss her cheeks. "Why are you so mad at me?" He asked in a gentle voice that caused her senses to run wildly.
She looked away from him, knowing well that her anger would not last if Darian kept looking at her with those beautiful eyes of his.
"Forget about it if you don't know," she retorted, still avoiding his eyes.
He chuckled, "I don't want ladies with big asses, I like yours better. Yours is enough for me. So, what are you mad about?"
"Don't ask me," she folded her arms against her chest.
Darian had noticed folding her arms against her chest was a habit for her. She did that often, especially when she was mad about something.
"I don't know, Darian, just leave me alone."
"I left you alone but you came to look for me because you miss me so much." He trailed soft kisses down her neck and stared into her eyes. "My wife," he dubbed and her heart stopped beating for a second. "You are my wife, Lena." He whispered into her ear, slightly licking her earlobes before looking back at her.
"You didn't know that before you grabbed her ass," she said, pouting her lips.
"Are you mad about that?" He knew she was, but he wanted her to admit to the fact that she was jealous and angry. "Jealous?"
Lena nodded her head, "Yes, I am jealous and angry if that's what you want to hear from me. I am mad at you!" She touched his chest.
"So, how and where do you want me to apologise to you?" He stared into her eyes, monitoring as she squinted her eyes worriedly. She looked so innocent, so beautiful and he was glad that she was his.
"I don't understand what you are saying, Darian." She blushed, staring away from him. He pinned her down with one hand and kneaded her face with the other hand. "You should apologise if you want to, what's with the question?"
"Okay," he placed his lips on hers, gently nibbling her bottom lips. He smiled, looking into her eyes as he bit her lips teasingly, he stopped kissing her. "Do you like that?" He asked.
"I don't know," Lena groaned, "Let me go, Darian."
"No, never, I will never let you go." He placed his lips on her neck.
She shut her eyes, savouring the delicious effect that surged through her as Darian placed soft kisses on her neck. She felt her legs dampen and she blushed in embarrassment, he was doing things to set her in the mood, but she wasn't sure about that.
Her body betrayed her when a moan escaped from her lips. Darian chuckled, halting the kissing process.
"I didn't do that," she denied.
"You just did, you moaned and I know that you are already wet for me." He kissed her belly button. "I am sorry, okay?" He looked up at her. "I am sorry for touching her ass, I didn't like it, but I had to do it," Darian let out.
He wasn't the type to apologise to anyone but he had been apologising to his wife lately. Sometimes, it felt strange to him, but he was ready to do everything to make his woman feel good.
He hated it when Lena was ignoring him, he wanted her to talk to him all the time, and if saying sorry would make her stop getting mad at him, he was ready to say 'sorry' a zillion times.
Lena was so wet by the time Darian stopped kissing her belly. She jerked away from him, shaking her head. She wasn't ready for that now, she hoped he would understand her.
"I am not in a hurry to have you again, Lena. You are mine, I will wait until you are ready again." He straightened up, kissing her lips. "Do you forgive me now?" He asked.
"No," she said wryly. "Your sorry is not enough."
"What else do you want me to do?" He asked her, smiling.
"Watch a movie with me," she jerked her finger up in excitement. "I want you to see a movie with me." She repeated.
"What?" Darian scoffed. "You know I don't watch movies." He argued.
"Yes, I know. I know that all you do is work, work, and work. You work in your office and continue with the Mafia affairs when you get home. Sometimes I fear you will break down someday." She glared at him. "You need to relax your brain by watching a good movie and now, I want you to watch a movie with me before I forgive you."
He was moved, she cared about him and he appreciated that. He didn't like to watch movies, he had things to do other than wasting his time on movies, but he couldn't reject his wife's offer.
"Are we going to the cinema?" He asked her.
"No," she laughed. "We have a cinema room in the house, did you forget?"
"I have never noticed that," Darian said, narrowing his eyes on her.
"Are you kidding me?" Lena stood up and grabbed his arms. "Come with me," she said.
"I discovered it the first week I moved into your mansion. I am surprised you don't know about it." She led him out of his study. "I have always wanted us to watch a movie together there, maybe this is a perfect time." She laughed. "How do you not know that you have a cinema room in your house?"
Darian shrugged his shoulders, not saying a word. He followed her as she led him to the mystery cinema room in the mansion.