Chapter 17
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Raven
Is he out of his mind?!
"I mean... We need our kiss in front of the people to be real," he reasoned.
Well... he's got a point.
"So when is the practice?" I chuckled.
"Can we do it now?"
"Goddamit, Rao! I don't need you to ask something like that!" I stressed, and he chuckled.
"I value consent, Mrs. Grey." He smirked before standing up and going to my side.
His hands are now on my waist. I'm still sitting on a high rotating chair and he's standing yet he's still taller. My stare is on his lips and I'm pretty sure his too.
"You gonna kiss me or not, Mr. Grey?" I asked softly.
He smirked a bit and slowly his face went closer and suddenly my eyes shut close when I felt his lips on mine. I suddenly felt comfort. My heart beats so fast. I parted my lips wider, and he inhaled when he noticed, then went on roughly. Intensity, rising. I wrapped my arms on his nape and both of his arms are now wrapped on my waist.
When our tongues collided, a groan from Raoul went out and I gasped.
Raoul stopped the kiss, and he looked at me fiercely.
"I think I'm good with one practice only..." His voice was hoarse. I chuckled.
"At least I got what I wanted." I teased. "A little bit of a kiss is just right for my needs."
He rolled his eyes. "Go inside of your room, Rave. I'll do the cleaning tonight. Have a rest." He kissed the tip of my nose. "Good night, dream of something... hard." He smirked.
"Oh... you mean... you?" I chuckled and quickly went to my room before he says something.
I slept soundly thắt night and woke up earlier than him, so I cooked some breakfast. Good thing his fridge is not empty.
"Good morning!" I greeted him as soon as I saw him standing in the hallway. His hair is messy and eyes are barely open. "I cooked eggs and some sausages. Do you want coffee?" I asked.
"I can make my own coffee. Thank you," he answered. He went beside me and kissed my cheek, which surprised me. I looked at him with shock, but he wasn't bothered by it and just continued making his coffee.
"So this is what it feels like to be your husband." He stated.
I shrugged. "Ask Ethan."
He raised his brow. "Really now? Early morning and you mention that asshat?" Now he looks in a bad mood.
"What?" I acted like a fool and he rolled his eyes at me. "Don't be a jealous fiancé. He experienced it first!" I stated knowing it'll push his buttons more.
"Experienced first huh..." He murmured.
I looked at him and saw how his brows were so furrowed while looking down on his coffee. Is it a funny thing to think that he is affected by it?
As soon as I'm done with the cooking. I placed the food in front of him and went to his back. I hugged him from there and playfully kissed his cheek while chuckling.
"Aish!" He shooed me and still looking so mad at me yet I sensed that he's forcing it now.
"A jealous fake boyfriend..." I murmured. "Who would've thought."
"Correction. Furious, not jealous." He rolled his eyes.
"Oh..." I smirked and looked at him. "Furious it is, I guess? Well, anyway we're not entitled to be jealous 'cause this..." I pointed the both of us. "is fake." I smiled yet I know it is fake, too. "I'll go shower first, you eat your breakfast, Rao."
Before he could say anything, I had gone out of his sight already.
While in the shower I was wondering to why did he act like that? I suddenly had a flashback to when I saw his wallpaper and now, I'm here in his penthouse being a shadow and a subtle reminder that I'm not the woman he desires.
"Rave..." I heard from the door.
I finished drying my hair and opened the door. "Yeah?" I asked.
"Did you eat already?"
"I don't really eat breakfast. I'll eat after the meeting later." I assured him. "Oh, right... How about my things?" I asked.
"It's all taken care of." He straightly answered.
"Mmkay... Get ready to work or I'll leave you." I threatened, but he did not move one bit. I noticed that he's just staring at me. "Stop staring please..." I whispered.
He playfully raised a brow now and lightly smirked.
"Do know I'm considering this." He said.
"What?" I asked, confused.
He shook his head. "Nothing. I'll get ready. Give me 20." That's the last thing he said before he went inside of his bedroom.
Now what does he mean by considering this?
Considering what?
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