This woman was vindictive and upfront. “You must be keeping Dimitris in check all the time.” A smile formed my lips as I approved at the scant bikini reflection.
I looked… fabulous. Fun. Fantastic. And definitely f**kable.
Perfect.
“You might be surprised but he keeps me in check. I love him—but it wasn’t like that in the very beginning. You see, I married him when I was in love with someone else. We separated and got back together again. Santa Barbara then here—New York or Paris—we’re all over the place, but we’re trying to work it out…” there was fear in her eyes, showing a glimpse of vulnerability, which wasn’t evident before. “I hope he doesn’t give up on me. He’s such a wonderful man.”
“Dimitris, from what I observed earlier, seems to be quite attached to you. The man doesn’t have any eyes for anyone but you, Lindsey.” I reached for her dainty hand and squeeze it, giving encouragement. “I don’t think you have anything to worry about.”
Giving myself another onceover before leaving the bathroom, Lindsey caught my eye in the reflection.
She didn’t even bat an eyelash when she questioned me straight away. “You’re in love with your fake husband aren’t you?”
That made me think, pausing as I stared back at her in the mirror. “What makes you say that?” Her question made me sad for some reason.
Lindsey shook her head, bunching her hair before pulling to the side. “You have Emma’s look. It’s that hopeful glowy face but with unsure eyes.”
“Oh.” I recalled the movie, remembering the actress. “Is she really that pretty in person?”
Lindsey grinned at me. “You bet. Sometimes I just want to poke her with a needle just to see if she really bleeds cause she sometimes look too pretty to be that real.” She raised her brow and pointed at my br**sts. “You and I are on the same boat on the booby section, and honey—you need to tighten the knot to get more cle**age to get the hot damn effect. You want his eyes glued on you all night not anywhere else, so tighten those knockers babe.”
Her frank blatant personality made me admire her more. I remembered telling myself that I should try a little dose of that, and maybe I wouldn’t be so hung up and so miserable in my love life.
I barely stepped into the upper deck when I was spotted.
Those dark penetrating eyes only made a quick scan towards me before he glanced at the merry Italian. “I gave you orders, Luca.” Callum growled as he watched Luca joined Lindsey and I.
“Dude, chill out okay? Little wifey looks hot and she needs some little fun too?” Lindsey handed me a shot of tequila and did one with me. Boob shot and all, much to my shock.
Dimitris was there to sweep her off her feet and flung her over his shoulder. “Give us half an hour, we’ll be back. I have some private matters to discuss with my wife.” He excused themselves, but before they disappeared, I caught him giving her a big smack in the ass.
Yeah, that man wasn’t going anywhere. The man was in love with her and he was proud of it. It was an admirable trait. One I liked very much.
“Honeymoon period… after that… it’s all bullshit.” Luca looked away, as if remembering something before he gazed over towards me, the known playboy look was back in place. “So, Stella is staying with me.” He even had the gall to fling his arm around my shoulder and tugged me close. “Right princess?”
I groaned. Princess? Seriously. I protested as I pinched his side a little. “Right.”
Callum’s eyes flicked back and forth as he took in our immediate closeness. “What do you mean by staying with you?” he hissed, furious. Maybe if I looked closely, I might see the steam come out of his ears because they were beyond red.
Luca amiably smiled, unconcerned. “That means she’s staying in my bedroom.”
“YOU. UPSTAIRS. NOW!” he barked with authority that even Luca didn’t say anything, but he did in fact kept that smug looking smile of his as I glared past Callum and stomped my way to the upper deck where we could speak privately.
The deck was empty, but the LED lighting around it made it cozy and I suddenly became too hyperaware with Callum’s presence. I didn’t like that he was being such an arse, and I barely had the chance to breathe evenly before he demanded answers.
“Why are you here?” the hiss and the furious piercing gaze didn’t even faze me.
Easy tiger. “I heard about what happened and I got concerned.”
“It’s none of your business.”
He was making this difficult. “We’ll I’m making it now.”
Callum snapped, barking at me. “You have no right to interfere with my life. If I want to wreck it, it’s my decision.”
Oh, so he was beyond incorrigible. It was infuriating. “I’m your wife! In the eyes of the law, I have every goddamned right.”
“Oh, so you’re my wife now?” He snorted, unperturbed. “How’s dating life going wife? Shagged all the cocks you wanted have you?” Callum spat the words at me. Each word stabbed into me, making me even more enraged that I was earlier on.
I was so focused on his words that I didn’t even catch myself until it was too late; I slapped the bloody bastard. “Go to hell!”
“Guess they didn’t live to up to standards? You’ll never get over how my c**k made your body sing and weep at the same time. You should’ve known that the firsts are always hard to let go.”
I slapped him again, flashing me those darkened eyes that sent chills all the way down my spine. “Keep insulting me. I’ll keep slapping you.” I threatened, but my words didn’t affect him at all.
He simply looked like a raging bull with a red flag being waved at him, ready to strike.
My whole body tensed, ready for a duel. My determined stance got swept into the air when he launched himself at me, captured my face with his large hands, and consumed my lips with ferocity of an imprisoned animal that got free of its cage.
Callum ate me whole and my betraying body merely sighed at the feel of him.
A guttural groan sprung from him as he kissed me, desperately. Ardently. Beautifully. “You just had to come didn’t you? I left England because I couldn’t stay away from you. I had tried and done all the things possible, so that you could have your own life without me because you asked it to be that way. You wanted to be left alone. You wished me away. So, I had to do what I thought was the best for the both of us and stayed away from London.” He parted from my lips, eyed fixed on me. “But now that you’re here, in my territory, looking beautiful as ever, and you expect me to remain the same?” he tsk-tsked me, shaking his head. “Don’t you know me at all?”