Runaway Lover

Shopping in the City

Kaito Ishikawa's POV

"I'm ready."

I slowly turned around to look at the woman who just spoke. I silently took a deep breath as l eyed her appearance. Really, I should have expected it since she particularly requested that outfit but seeing her wearing my clothes and my favorite shades made me think twice.

"Are you ready...?" She asked tartly, as her eyes obscure with my aviator sunglasses. "or are you not done yet ogling at me, Kaito."

I pinched the bridge of my nose. "Is that what are you wearing?"

"You like it?" She made a show of twirling in front of me so I can see her choice of outfit more clearly. I felt like I'm starting to have headache with this difficult woman.

"Are you aware that we're going to the city to shop for your new wardrobe?" I asked evenly, trying to calm the bubbling irritation inside me right of this moment. I don't know if I still want this trip.

"Don't you like it, my husband?" My rebellious wife asked almost innocently. I knew that she's doing this just to annoy me. Well, she's just doing perfectly fine.

"Perhaps, I should just wear again my clothes the one I wore for breakfast..."

"No!" I think I answered too hastily. Because I didn't missed the evil smile that flashed in her sinful lips before she remove it lightning fast and have this innocent look again in her face. "Your clothes now are fine."

"Good" She said in satisfaction as she slid in the passenger's door of my Ferrari. "I thought you prefer my clothes awhile ago."

I chose not to reply to her baiting as I slid to the driver's side of my car. I started the engine and move the car. I don't want to start an argument to her. Bad enough that she already used my quota of patience during breakfast awhile ago I don't want to spend the next few hours wanting to strangle that pretty neck of hers.

Actually, there's nothing wrong with her appearance right this moment unlike the scandalous crop top she wore for breakfast. She wore the shirt she requested no scratch that-the shirt she demanded to me in such fashion. She also paired with a rip shorts and sky high heels.

If you would look at her, she doesn't look like a woman who just borrowed clothes to her husband but rather she owned the quite large shirt she wore this moment. In fact, she looked like a supermodel who just step out of the runaway.

I don't think I would want another male eyes to see her...

"What's wrong? Cat got your tongue, Mister?" She broke the silence with her signature sharp tongue. "Perhaps, you are fantasying my sexy body? Like mentally undressing me, correct?"

I threw her a disarming grinned. "You want to talk dirty, my wife?"

She gave me a haughty look with a slight smirk in her lips.

"Talking dirty doesn't affect me, Your Excellency. Because as far as I am concern, mentally undressing me is the only thing you can do. You cannot undress me physically."

"Ah, I will not be so sure if I were you, babe." I replied with such satisfaction in my voice. "Because whether you like it or not. We will share bed again. My bed. Where you are suppose to be sleeping as my wife."

"Ah, I will not be so sure if I were you, my darling."

Akira echoed my statement with a flash of smile in her beautiful face. "Because I intend to sleep in my own bed. That is, across to your room, Kaito."

"So feisty," I commented. That's what I really like about her. She doesn't like anyone cowed her. Then a frown marks on my eyebrows when I remember the event that happened in the library awhile ago between her and my brother's widow. "What happened between you and Maeko in the library that made you slap her?"

"Oh, that?"

I looked at her briefly before settling back my gaze to the zigzag road. "Yes, that. I want to know what happened."

I heard her sighed deeply and stared in front of the road. Her dark hair flew in all direction due to the wind.

"There's an annoying mosquito in her face that's why I slapped her to kill the insect."

I threw her a dry look. "That's funny, Akira. I'm serious, what happened?"

She gave me a straight face. "I'm perfectly serious, Kaito. If you want you can asked her for what happened. I'm sure she's more willing to tell you the glorified details of our encounter in the library."

I was about to pressed her to tell me what really happened between the two of them when her mobile phone sounded.

"Excuse me," My wife said as she dug for her phone in her bag. "But I have to take this." She slid her finger to the screen and took the phone call. I grimaced. Who could call her now? Her twin sister again? I asked myself silently as I continue to drive.

"Hello?" She said to the other line. "Oh, Asahi! How are you?"

*Asahi?

Who the devil is Asahi? Oh, wait a damn moment. Asahi, as in, Asahi the man she's suppose to marry if I didn't track her down fast enough*? I threw a thunderous glare in her direction but she's too damn busy talking animatedly to her ex-fiancé.

"How are you?" She repeated her question with such sadness in her voice that made my blood boil instantly.

"I'm sorry to humiliate you like this in front of the Tokyo society. I didn't mean it to happen truly."

My hands automatically clamped the steering wheel with deathly grip. So they still have communication then? Does she already forget that she's now married to me and I will not tolerate the fact that she still has communication with her ex? As far as I am concern they don't have anything to say on each other.

"I'm really sorry, Asahi." She glanced briefly in my direction before muttered something on the other line.

"What the." I snarled before I snatch her mobile phone and threw it outside. Right now, my anger reached the top notch. She stared at me in stun silence. "What?"

"What?" She repeated my question in disbelief. "Is that all you can say? What? Let me tell you what happened. You threw my phone. You threw my phone on the cliff! I'm having a very important conversation with="

"Your ex?"

She seemed caught off guard at the thought that I knew that was her ex who just called. Then she recovered fast enough. "Yes! I'm apologizing to him."

I glared at her. "You are not going to talk to him ever again. You have a husband now, you should put him in the past where he belongs."

"You are the rudest, most pig-headed, obnoxious man lever met!" She hit me with her fists to let out her frustration that threw her phone in the cliff.

"Keep still." I warned her, as I keep my focus on the road. "Do you want us to have a freaking accident with this narrow hairpin curved road?"

"I really hate you!"

I smiled evilly in her direction. "No, you don't hate me, my dear wife."

She looked at the other direction and completely ignores me for the rest of the drive.

An hour later, Akira sat on the sofa of the luxury boutique flipping the fashion magazine in her lap completely ignoring the salesladies presenting couture clothes for her inspection.

"Don't be rude, Akira." I whispered as I look at her. I know she's still smarting at the fact that I threw her phone.

"What?" She asked innocently as she continues to flip the magazine in her hands.

I smiled politely at the completely ignored salesladies in front of us as I pointedly look at my wife.

"We're here to buy you new sets of clothes, babe."

I heard the salesladies sigh dreamily while my own wife gave me a shrewd look. "Oh, really? And here I thought that we're here to buy your aunt new clothes."

"My aunt?" I asked indecorously. "You are not making any sense here, Akira. Why will we need to buy my aunt clothes? We're here to buy you a new wardrobe. All you need to do is pick what you like and I will pay them for you."

She closed the magazine in her hands a little harshly for my opinion. "Sorry for the mistake, darling. I thought we're going to buy clothes for your aunt. As you probably knew by now I don't dress like a spinster aunt."

The salesladies holding their pricey couture clothes they are selling gasped at her announcement. I smiled apologetically in their direction.

"Excuse us, will you? I just need a brief private talk with my wife." I gripped the wrist of Akira and forced her out of the boutique.

"What do you want to talk about?" She asked as soon we're outside the pricey designer shop. She tried to remove my grip from her wrist.

"Why do have to be rude with those women inside?"

My wife glared at me vehemently. "Why? I just tell the truth. I don't like the design of the garments they are selling."

"Why not?" I asked in confusion, rubbing my forehead warily. “This shop is pretty famous in this city."

"Well I don't like their design." She announced arrogantly. "Their design is too old for my taste.

Besides, oh my goodness look at the price it's ridiculously high for such taste for fashion."

"Akira."

"If I bought clothes in this store I can assure you that I will break every fashion commandments." She added slyly. "Do you want me to do that?"

I frowned at her intently. "As if there's really something like that?"

She laughed heartily that made several heads turned in our direction probably wondering what had amused this beautiful woman so much.

"Hey, don't mock. Besides, my twin sister might hear you. She just recently discovered those fashion commandments."

Now that she mentioned her twin sister. I unconsciously rubbed the bruised in the side of my lips. Thank to that hot-headed Greek husband of hers who didn't give me a chance to explain the mistake before slugging me along with his trouble looking friends.

No wonder he took them with him in rescuing his wife to possibly intimidate me. Not that they can intimidate me that easily.

From the corner of my eyes I saw men on the streets threw discreet glance to my wife. Those bastards...

"Akira." I said, looking at them with deathly glare in my face.

"What?" She asked with a smile before I took her face with my hands as dipped my head and kissed her deeply in the middle of the busy streets of the city. I will show these men that they can only stare because this woman is mine.