When His Wife Return

Chapter 4

{Aurora's POV}

As expected, my parents were in a pretty bad mood after their failed attempt to get Kael's interest. Now I understand why they waited hours just to get his attention. He was a big deal. His presence alone in this Ball was a huge deal.

Kael Gavriel Russo wasn't just any simple billionaire. He was a man of power.

There were plenty of billionaires here, but they don't have the same aura, and they don't get the same attention from people as Kael gets. Though, it was pretty obvious that his availability was not for everyone, and that includes my parents, Lucas's parents, Lucas, and, well, me.

After my parents got turned down in the most embarrassing way possible by none other than Kael, I didn't see them anymore, as well as Lucas's parents. It should have been my go signal to leave this place; unfortunately, I have to wait for my husband since he's going to be my ride home...which I don't think will happen anytime soon.

He drank his heart out at the bar on the far left corner of the hotel after his strange behavior during our introduction with Kael. Then, I saw him drunkenly sneak out with the same woman who had shamelessly flirted with him earlier, probably to go to one of the empty rooms she had whispered to him about.

I didn't bother to stop him.

I'm sure that I wasn't the only one who noticed them leave, and the shame was on me. Having my husband probably fvcking another woman right now in the same place where I was—his wife—was a big disrespect to my womanhood, and to be honest, it felt like a huge kick in my pride.

I was shamed, embarrassed, disrespected, and hurt, but I didn't leave even though every cell in my body was screaming at me to. Not only because I have no money with me to hail and pay a cab, but also because I couldn't let Lucas treat me this way. I couldn't just leave and lock myself in my room and cry like what I did last time.

The feeling of rebelling lingered heavy in my mind.

Obviously, Lucas had no intention of fixing our marriage, but I cannot let him do this to me my whole life. It's either I listen to Keila—file a divorce and start anew, to hell with my parents' reactions—or I could be their good daughter but do what Lucas was doing so it wouldn't be unfair for me.

You wouldn't. The small voice in the back of my mind says but I ignored it.

Though if I do what he was doing, then what makes me different from him? What makes me any better than him?

I stare at the quiet night sky, feeling the wind blow softly against my face. I was at the comfort of the balcony alone. Thankfully, there was no one interested in being here since everyone was too busy networking or building partnerships and alliances with each other inside. Things my parents would be interested in. Not me.

The glass door that was draped with a huge and thick champagne curtain separates me from the rest inside, giving me my much-needed silence and privacy.

I finally let out a breath I didn't know I'd been holding, then looked up at the sky.

There were plenty of stars in the sky tonight. They shimmer nonstop as if telling me that no matter how fancy or grand we are down here, nothing could still compare to the effortless beauty they carry above.

I agree.

Every single one of them belongs. Nothing seemed to stand out from the rest because they possessed their own light, their own beauty, and that was something I never got to experience here. And I don't think I would ever know what it feels like to blend in, especially with crowds like this. Graceful. Elegant. Powerful.

That's not me. That's not how I would like myself to be.

"When a husband would rather prefer the company of another woman, there isn't much to say about their marriage, is there?"

A familiar rough voice said from behind me. I spun around, surprised. Dark hair. Green eyes. Broad shoulders.

Kael

The person who rejected my parents with a simple 'I shall go' after they willingly waited for hours to be graced with his attention is standing closely next to me, his eyes roaming around my face like an explorer memorizing a map but still unable to imprint it on their mind.

I wonder what my parents would feel if I ruined this man's impression of them by acting so unlike the prim and proper woman they want me to be. Feeling a sense of rebellion, I crossed my arms over my chest and raised a brow.

"What do you want?" I asked, my voice firm. "I'm sure that a business magnate like you wouldn't waste his time talking about a woman's failing marriage." Despite the fierceness in my voice, warmth rushed through my face. He must've seen Lucas sneaking out with his mistress. I didn't particularly care about what other people would say or think about my marriage, but for some reason, I'm afraid to hear his thoughts about it.

This girl must be so boring that her husband would rather sleep with another woman. A voice inside my head taunted, but I quickly brushed it off when Kael tilted his head.

He c***s a brow but eventually says, "You're right. Your marriage is the last thing I want to talk about right now." There was that same deadly glint in his green eyes, the same look that I saw when Lucas butted in on our little interaction earlier.

I fight his stare. "Then let me ask you again, Mr. Russo. What. Do. You. Want?" I put emphasis on each word, trying not to look away when he took three steps closer until he was only a meter away from where I stood. I leaned back, but my back hit the cold railing.

He smirked.

"That...is a dangerous question, especially for someone like you."

I gulped, affected by the sensuality of his voice. "What's that supposed to mean?"

He raked a hungry look all over my body. The action burned my soul and ignited my deepest and darkest forbidden desires.

"You are married, Mrs. Saunders." He spat the last word with disgust. "But if I told you that I want you, would you give yourself to me?"

I was stunned.

Never in my life did I ever hear someone openly admit their—attraction? Was that the right word? Or maybe it was lighter than that—towards me. And now, he's telling me that he...wants me? Is this man joking?

I opened my mouth, but he leaned impossibly closer towards me, using his arms to trap my body by grabbing the railing behind me. My eyes were wide with surprise when I looked up only to see him already looking down at me. My eyes, my cheeks, and finally, my lips.

I licked it absentmindedly.

He groaned.

"I am a faithful wife, Mr. Russo." I tried to make my voice strong, but it came out as a whisper, so I settled for just a weak glare. "I won't do anything that would harm my relationship with my husband."

Kael raised his right hand and caressed my cheeks. It felt as light as a feather but left a burning sensation hotter than boiling lava. Heat pooled down my belly and in between my thighs that I almost squirm under his arms. He brushed down until I felt his thumb stroking my bottom lip.

"Wrong answer."

I shut my eyes tightly when he dipped his head on the hollow of my neck. I could feel him breathing me in, swallowing my scent in his nostrils, his hot breath fanning my neck. Then, his left hand slowly claimed the curve of my waist and pulled me tightly against him.

I took a sharp intake of breath and clenched my jaw.

"I-I told you. I'm f-fateful." But my protest was only a mask of my hidden anticipation...waiting for what he was about to do next.

My hands were tightly clenched to my sides, trying not to slip from the grasp of this little forbidden fantasy. Push him away, Aurora. My conscience screamed, but all I wanted was to press my body harder against him.

What the hell?

Finally, he whispered. "Not for long."

My eyes snapped open the same time he pulled away, taking his warmth with him and leaving me wanting for more—needing for more.

A small smirk was plastered on his lips when he gave me one last lingering look before turning around to leave while I just stood there, trying to comprehend what in the world just happened and how I could have possibly been possessed by my own damn mind.