The Vindication Gents

Chapter 3.5

Charles Debrun’s POV

I never thought that Kiara would be so bold as to kiss me in public. But anyway, she has always been bold or maybe because of pressure things, she acted that way. Me? Of course, I would seize the opportunity to kiss her again.

And this time, it was not in her power.

I could sense that we were kissing each other in public. I don’t think that my brain would be good enough to know what I would do in that situation. Stop her? Kiss her? But of course, the answer would be, I let her take my lips and crashed it with hers.

It was magnificent, really. The soft attitude of her lips was crashing against mine. The groans and moans that escaped her mouth which I took and how possessive she was when she snaked her hands around my neck and pulled me closer.

I sighed. I know what triggered it. She has always been insecure about her beauty and I think when that flight attendant grabbed my shoulder, she just f*****g lost control. I smiled as I knew that she still cared about me, even though she did not show it to me.

“Mmm, mmm,” someone cleared their throat and before I knew it, we were stopping the kiss as Kiara was turning to look at the intruder.

“Might I suggest the nearest hotel for your indecency in public, sir, ma’am?” The officer asked before Kiara was snaking her hands on my arm and pulled me closer. I did not think the officer noticed but she was narrowing her eyes at us.

“Sorry, officer. It’s our honeymoon and I think we are already late for checking into our reserved hotel. Come on, honey, we have to go now. Oh and don’t worry, we will not disturb the public with our indecency again,” Kiara said as she was dragging me away from the officer. I walked behind her before the officer was shaking her head before she smiled and went away.

“Well, you sure do know how to get into a foreign country,” I said as I was chuckling behind her. She stopped before she turned around to look at me. I stopped in front of her just in time before I collapsed my chest with hers.

“Listen here, husband,” she said as she emphasized the word ‘husband’ as she poked her finger at me.

“That kiss was nothing. I was merely making a show so that people would believe our story and if our guess is right that Chris Virtanen was the mastermind behind the kidnapping, we need to make sure that our cover did not blow up just because he caught us snooping around his house later,” she said as I was putting up my hands in surrender.

“You’re the boss,” I said as she nodded at me curtly and turned to walk. But I caught her wrist and I collapsed her into my hard body. She gasped before I was whispering into her ear.

“But we both know that kiss meant something,” I said as I turned to look into her blue eyes. They were burning hot with revenge and anger. But there was a hint of something else that I didn’t want to put my hands on that emotion yet.

Not until she knew it herself.

“Just keep your hands to yourself, Mr. Durand,” she hissed before she shoved me away and walked toward customs. I smiled as I looked at flushed Kiara before she went to line up.

“I thought it was our honeymoon? Of course, I would not keep my hands to myself,” I said as I went to line up behind her. She was ignoring me as I could see that she was crossing her hands over her chest and looking straight ahead.

I smirked before I was playing with her hair. She tsked at me before she turned to look at me murderously. I smiled at her before I kissed her cheek. She was stunned by my action.

“Come on, you said yourself to make us look like we were madly in love with each other. Would you be stiff if you were kissed by the man of your dream?” I asked her as she was glaring at me, probably trying to find the best way to kill me without alerting the authorities.

“No,”

“So, we should get very comfortable with ourselves, Mrs. Durand,” I said before I pushed her through the customs as I winked at her. She scowled before she gave the officer her passport as I was walking toward the other customs officer.

After the shitty questions and scanning of our bodies and stuff, we were here at the lobby of the hotel that had been reserved for us, courtesy of the boss. I was looking at the receptionist as she was making the reservation while Kiara was sitting on the waiting sofa right now, reading her novel.

“Here you go, sir. Enjoy your stay,” she said beamingly as the receptionist was flashing her smile at me. I smiled back and in a matter of seconds, Kiara was beside me, taking my hands into hers.

“Come along, husband, we need to get to our room, I have to take a shower and maybe I will let you in with me,” she said sweetly in English, as we were in a foreign country and the only universal language was English right then.

I turned to look at the receptionist. She was blushing as she heard what Kiara was describing our illicit moment together in the bedroom. I cleared my throat before I went to the elevator with Kiara walking beside me.

“Was that necessary?” I asked her as I was punching the button. Kiara released her hold on my hand and I immediately missed the contact.

“This is one of Virtanen’s hotels, yes?” She said as she arched her eyebrows at me. I nodded slowly as I wanted to say something. The elevator was opening its door in front of us.

“Good, if anything, they might get the sniff of Mr. and Mrs. Durand to be staying at their hotels before the masquerade ball 2 days from now,” she said as we went inside. There were other passengers but we spoke in French when we were talking to each other.

“Why would you do that?” I asked, as I did not understand her mission to make everyone know that we were madly in love and perhaps even more than that.

Even though the reality was quite the opposite.

She shrugged as we were riding the elevator. The elevator dropped off the people at their floor and the last people in the elevator were us.

Kiara was pushing me to the wall of the elevator before I was startled to react. I was about to say something before she kissed me. I was taken back but recovered quickly when I was kissing her back. She did not protest or anything, so that was a good sign.

Right?

Then my hands were getting bold as we were kissing longer than we should. Like at the airport, we were kissing and roaming our bodies with our hands as I know there might be CCTV in the elevator, but right now, I don’t care about anything other than Kiara’s lips and her body against my hands.

The elevator dinged before Kiara stopped and we were faced with someone that I didn’t expect to see.

It was Chris Virtanen himself.

Kiara Hoffman’s POV

The only reason why I was kissing and maybe letting Charles roam my body with his blasted hands was that I heard Chris Virtanen was in the building himself. I could not believe what I picked up from the people around me.

Thanks to my ability to talk in 4 languages; French, Italian, German and English.

There were a lot of tourists that came from the countries that spoke those languages and I have been fortunate to hear some of the gossip that has been around here.

“Did you know that Chris Virtanen, the owner of this hotel, used to engage Crown Princess Katherine Remes?” One female told the others as I was waiting for Charles to do his part of the mission: getting the keys of the room that was reserved for us, a married couple on our honeymoon.

Of course, it was all a part of the mission plan that the boss made. We took the honeymoon suite, located near the presidential suite, which would get us close to Chris Virtanen.

But when I saw that the vixen receptionist was smiling at Charles, I was thrown off with dark urges to claim him. I don’t know why, but one thing for sure, I had to claim him in front of everyone as I went to his side and suggested such obscenity to the public’s ears.

That should do the trick, seeing the receptionist was blushing hard. My heart was satisfied with the fact that she was innocent enough to never have heard this talk before. We went to the elevator as I was holding Charles’ arm. It was a possessive move but I don’t care about it.

We went inside the elevator and I don’t know why. Maybe it was the small space, as I could sense the s****l tension was so intense that I just had to kiss him. I have to. His lips were bloody good, just how I remembered it.

And that’s how I jumped on him and kissed the s**t out of him. I mean, Charles was not complaining after all and then my plan worked. Chris Virtanen saw us as he just merely arched an eyebrow at our public indecency.

“Sorry, we are getting going now,” I said as I pulled had dazed Charles who had not recovered yet from the kiss. I mean, I know a good kisser but not that good.

“No, it’s fine. Take your time, if you need,” Chris said as he held the button of the elevator before we scurried away to our honeymoon suite in a rush that would give the impression we could hardly wait for the activity behind the closed door.

I took the card from Charles and swiped it before I pushed our luggage inside as well as Charles on his chest when Chris was looking at us. I got the impression that he could not believe a couple of foreigners were doing outrageous things in public.

Well, I got the impression that we needed and now it was time to go inside his room while he was gone.