The Fall of a Proud Princess

Chapter 11- My f*cking wife.

CONRAD

Something is wrong.

I don’t know what but I felt it since the girls returned from the bathroom and I saw it in the way Natasha would sneak glances at Dani before replying me.

I feel it again on our way back to the hotel as Dani barely says two words to me.

My wife has been mad at me before, our honeymoon is a good example but this is the first time I have no hint or any idea why.

“Okay, lay it on me.” I remove her shoes when she sits down on the bed.

She’s not drunk but it’s become a habit to remove her shoes for her after a night out.

“What?” She unclasps her bracelet and removes her earrings.

“You’re clearly fuming so can you tell me why?” I unbutton my cufflinks and set them next to her jewelry on the glass table.

“Mad? No,” she shakes her head. “But did I realize something? Yes.” She picks up her shoes and puts them in the closet.

“Again lay it on me.” I sit on the bed and face her.

“Do you want to sleep with Natasha?” She doesn’t miss a beat.

“What?” Where did that come from?

“Do you want to sleep with Natasha Black, Conrad?” She puts my coat on a hanger and hangs it.

“Where is this coming from?” I don’t break eye contact as she leans against the closet.

“It’s coming from the yellow envelope that’s waiting for my signature back home,” her eyes drop. “It’s coming from the way you guys looked at each other.”

“Looked? —We were talking business, of course I was looking at her.”

Is she being serious?

“Business,” she mimics me and makes a face.

“Yes Dani, business! That’s why we’re here innit?”

I don’t appreciate the way she’s acting right now.

“Fine then Hugh, I’ll leave you and Natasha to your business.” She walks to the bathroom, and I follow.

“Don’t be like that Dans, don’t make this something when it’s not.” I stop at the doorway as she removes her make-up wipes from her toiletry bag.

“Your right,” she doesn’t look at me. “It’s nothing when her mother calls me your f*****g assistant!”

She what?

“It’s nothing when wine has to fall over for you to even look at me and not even notice how uncomfortable and offended I was at the dinner.” Her voice cracks at the end.

“Dani,” I step in but she raises her hand to stop me and push me out of the bathroom.

“It just sucks when your husband, treats you the way he treats everyone else but it’s just business right? So I’ll get used it.” She closes the door on my face.

I try to talk to her again when she emerges from the bathroom in her own pajamas, but she just slides in bed and switches off her lamp.

I toss and turn after my shower replaying the evening in my head.

I admit Natasha was a bit touchy, but I shrugged it off because she’s like that with everyone. Real marriage or not I never want Dani to feel like I don’t see her or that she’s just anyone.

She’s everything and more to me. She’s my freaking wife and its time she sees it.

“Wake up,” I switch on my lamp but she doesn’t budge, it is almost midnight but this can’t wait.

I throw the covers off my legs and switch the room light on as I go to the living area, I can’t let her go to bed feeling like this.

“What the hell?” Dani rubs her eyes as I emerge with the iPad from the living room.

“I didn’t notice Natasha was flirting with me because I don’t notice anyone and I mean it in the literal sense but you,” I sit at her feet as she sits up.

“Conrad—”

“Tonight I was so occupied with finishing this project early because I want to spend more time with you in Tokyo. That’s why I took the dinner meeting tonight, so we cover more ground. And the reason you there was because I wanted you there with me, I like having you around”

“You don’t have to explain,” she pushes hair off her face, but I unlock my iPad and click the photos icon.

“Yes I do because you said I treat you like everyone else. That I don’t see you but Dani that couldn’t be further from the truth.” I give her my iPad and she takes it. “Click the Mrs. Folder.”

“What’s this?” She swipes the hundreds of photos that are all her.

“It’s you Dans,” I watch her swipe on the screen. “You’re not just somebody or anyone to me, you’re my f*****g wife and I see you all the time even when you think I don’t.”

I even have Emily send me a few pictures when I am not in town just so I can see how’s she doing but I decide to leave that out because I know she’ll make her stop.

“These are from tonight,” she shows me a picture of her earlier while she was doing her hair in the bathroom.

And the one where she was laughing with Natasha’s little sister as she sneaked her dessert since her mom refused for her to have seconds.

“Exactly,” I take the iPad and put it on her bedside table. “I’m a s**t-husband sometimes and I’m sorry I was especially a shitty-one today Dans.”

“Please stop apologizing,” she buries her face in her hands before using them to push her hair back

“No just listen. I am sorry you felt like I didn’t see you or that it took a wine glass falling over for me to look at you.” I put my hand on her thigh.

“You are?” She pushes hair behind her ear and I nod.

“I don’t want to sleep with Natasha or see her after this trip, hell I even forgot about her the moment dinner was over because I was going home with you.” I tip her chin up so she looks at me.

I’m not letting our trip get ruined by a spoiled socialite and her overbearing family.I’m not letting them put a drift between me and my wife. We can do that on our own without anyone’s help.

After a few seconds of silence, Dani closes the space between us and wraps her hands around my neck in a hug.

“If only you said this before dinner you big dummy.” She whispers as I smile.

“If only you said something before dinner or in the car, we would have cancelled and went out on date.” I kiss her hair and she snorts.

We go back to sleep and after I kiss the daylights out of her, we cuddle till she falls asleep and in the morning I wake up how every man should wake up.

To their wife kissing them.

“Good morning,” Dani kisses my neck lazily.

“Morning Mrs Hilton.” I snake my arm around her waist and pull her over my waist.

“I have a surprise for you,” she says against my lips. “But it’s a later thing so behave all day and you’ll get it.”

“The only one getting it, is you.” I spin us around and pin her under me as she giggles.

I finger her and feast on every part of her body as her moans fill the entire penthouse suit, I don’t stop eating her out till she practically screams my name repeatedly for all to hear.

“My turn,” she flips the tables and pulls my pants down when I fall next to her. “I haven’t done this before so be nice.”

I’m not sure what she’s doing till her tiny hand wraps around my erect length, and she gives it a pump before putting it in her mouth and begins to blow the hell out of me.

Dani’s remarkable blowing skills and the image of her having my rod in her mouth sets me off as she swallows the results when I mouth-f*ck her and coat her lips with my release.

Like I said, every man should wake up like this.

After our morning glory, I carry her to the bathtub and wash every part of her as I continue to worship her body with kisses, massages and more.

We do everything but have s*x.

Last night might have been a bust but we made up for it this morning.

After breakfast and no I don’t mean eating Dani out, I mean actually having breakfast with her at the hotel restaurant I head to the Black Force Group and spend the rest of my day there squeezing 3days worth of meetings into 1day.

I meant what I said, I plan on spending my last week in Tokyo with nobody but my gorgeous wife who I am a few steps closer to sleeping with.

My two-year dry spell is coming to an end.

My last meeting ends around 7pm so I head straight home with a bouquet of white roses I had one of the office clerks grab for me during lunch.

“Honey, I’m home.” I close the door as the smell of Chinese take away fills the lounge area.

“Hey,” Dani waves with chopsticks in her hand as several boxes of Chinese food fill the table.

She’s still in a navy floor length wrap dress with long flary sleeve and flower print, the ankle brown boots she was wearing earlier on the floor as she sits bare foot on the chair.

“These are for you,” I kiss the top of her head and place the flowers in front her. “Pretty roses for a pretty lady.” I sit across from her.

“Thank you hubby,” she uses the voice she uses on Bruno. “They smell like arse, but they look great.” She sets them down and gives me a peck on the cheek before standing.

I snicker because she wouldn’t be my wife if she didn’t say that.

“How was your day? Did you call Barron and check on Bruno?” I separate conjured chopstick and file them with each other.

Since Bruno is still too young to travel long distance I left him with my older brother and his wife for the 3weeks we’re in Japan.

“I did and it made me miss him even more,” she puts a plate in front of me. “I also attempted to cook but I quit after I realized we don’t have groceries and I ordered Chinese.”

I begin to dish for myself as she gets a vase, like me Dani likes eating from the takeout box but since my aunt made a comment about it she never does it anymore.

“Trust you to order everything but the origin food.” I smile when she sniffs the flowers again before putting them in the vase.

It was my way of showing her that she’s not like everyone and I can tell she appreciates it.

“We had Japanese food yesterday at that overpriced restaurant, remember.” Her cell buzzes on the table. “Why is my mom calling me?” She picks it up.

“Mom?” She walks to the sink to add water, I don’t pay attention to their conversation till I hear the vase shatter when she drops it making the roses scatter at her feet.

“Dani?” I rush to the kitchen to find her literally shaking with fear, the phone still against her cheek.

“He found him,” her voice cracks. “My father found Kai.”