The Vindication Gents

Chapter 3.28

Charles Debrun’s POV

It has been a week since Kiara moved in with me. I have asked her to change her mailing address to my house as we will be taking residence over there from now on. She also asked me what to do with her property. I smiled as I told her that we would make it as a rental for people that want to use it.

“Hmm, that’s a good investment actually,” she said as she was filing her mailing address for her work, bank account, her subscription of the magazine, which I don’t know why she still needed, and other things.

“I have to get a sample of everything that they sent. Who knows, you might like it as well,” she said wickedly as she was changing her mailing address for one of the cosmetic ventures that she frequently visited.

I think it was Sephora or something.

And then, one day, we got a letter from the registering office that our marriage certificate had been registered and approved. I showed it to Kiara as she kissed me afterward.

“Well, now you belong to me officially,” I whispered to her as her eyes gleamed with wickedness.

“Didn’t I belong to you from the beginning?” She replied as we went to our bedroom for the rest of the day to show her how much she belonged to me.

And now, we were on our way to our honeymoon destination. And, of course, it was a surprise. I asked the boss where I should take her, considering that he knew more about her than I did.

“Take her to your backyard. You guys are a mystery to each other. Why not spend some time getting to know each other then?” He said over the phone as I was talking to him when Kiara was asleep. So, an idea came and here we were.

“Still not telling your wife where are we going?” She asked as I was driving to the neighboring country in a car. I smiled at her as I took her hand and kissed her knuckles.

“You’ll see,” I said as she eyed me.

“Hmm,”

“What was that supposed to mean?” I asked her as I chuckled at her response.

“That was for me to know and you to guess,” she said as I shook my head while squeezing her hand. Half the way to my destination, Kiara was snoozing off while I still held her hand. I smiled at my sleepy wife as I was entering the border of my home country, France.

Yeah, when I said backyard, I meant that we will be traveling to our respective countries for the next 2 weeks. I was happy to share with her where I grew up in Lyon, my school and maybe some of the places that I wanted to show to my wife that I was fond of when I was younger.

It took only 4 hours and 26 minutes, give or take, when we took the A1 route. It was really convenient for us to travel back and forth only by car, as European countries are mostly connected by the border. It was the best way to road trip with your family. We had reached some smaller cities in France when Kiara woke up from her sleep.

“Where are we?” She asked as her wake-up voice was sexy enough that I considered stopping the car and ravishing her. But I abandoned that thought.

“We were outside of my district,” I said as I was looking at the familiar scenery around us. The structures of the buildings that were from the Medieval and Renaissance eras stood proudly with modern architecture. It was a sight to see.

“Wait, are we in France?” Kiara asked. I nodded.

“Let me guess, Lyon?” She said. I laughed, thinking my wife had just spoiled my surprise for her.

“You know, you’re not good at this surprise thing,” I said as I was shaking my head. She chuckled as she was caressing my knuckles with her thumb.

“You need to do better than this then, I’m afraid. I’m a hard woman to please when it comes to a surprise. I am always two steps ahead,” she said as she was smirking at me. My lips curled to one side.

“Well, most of the time. But you’re not two steps ahead when I was about to make love to you,” I retorted to her. She blushed.

“Well, that was a different matter. You were very discreet about it,” she replied as she cleared her throat.

“Very discreet or are you very distracted by my s****l prowess?” I asked her.

“Shut up,” she mumbled before I laughed at her and kissed her knuckles.

I parked in front of the foyer of the Fourvière Hotel. I got out and I gave my keys to the valet that was waiting for me. I went to my wife’s side before I opened the door for her.

“Merci,” she said.

“De rien,” I replied before we were walking inside the hotel as I went to get my reservation for the honeymoon suite.

“This is the key for you,” the receptionist said as he handed me the keys before I put my hand on Kiara’s lower back as I saw some of the guys were checking my wife’s ass. I wanted to kill them but right now, I will let them know that she was mine to behold.

“My love,” I said as Kiara turned to look at me. I kissed her passionately until she was dizzy with my possessive claim.

“Let’s go,” I said as I was holding her close to me while we were walking towards the stairs to go to the restaurant upstairs.

“Why would you kiss me in public? I thought you hated PDA,” she asked me after we were seated at the table that was given by the maître d’. I smirked as I was looking at the menu.

“I saw someone was looking at you with lust. I just wanted to show him that you’re mine,” I said as Kiara smirked at me.

“Now you know why I had to kiss you back when we were in Finland,” she said. I nodded grimly.

“Yes, unfortunately, I do,” I said before we placed our orders and chatted with each other. I asked Kiara what she would like to do next as she was playing with her wine before sipping it.

“Hmm, I have a few suggestions,” she said as her blue eyes were shining with delight. I smirked at her.

“And what is that?” I asked her. She smirked over the rim of the wine glass as she arched her eyebrows.

“Oh, you know. The usual,” she said as she set the wine glass aside and played with my hand teasingly.

“Involving you and me, screaming each other’s names,” she said, and before I knew it, I raised my hand to check and we bolted out of the restaurant. I was nervous as Kiara was just standing there as I was looking at the clock. Why was the lift too damn slow?

“Relax, honey. The room will not be going anywhere,”

“Yeah, but the more time we’re wasting here, the more time that I can use to please you is slipping away,” I hissed at her as my b***r was restricted in my pants. She smirked.

The nerve of a woman!

The elevator dinged and I was kissing her as I was hitting her back on the front door. There was no one else in the hallway before I swiped the keys and we were inside. The rest of the day we remained in bed, doing wicked things to each other.

The next day and so forth until the end of our honeymoon, we were exploring the city of Lyon, France. My hometown. Kiara was learning so much about the history of the place as we went to the Basilique Notre Dame, since it was conveniently located near the place that we stayed.

There, we learned about the rebuilding of Basilique Notre Dame that happened a long time ago. The building was not the original piece when it was built in 1872 and 1884 by private funds. It overlooked the city, which was the main reason we went there to look at the scenery.

After that, we ate lunch at one of the local restaurants in Parc de la Tête d’Or. It was nice with an open table and the scenery of the park was filled with tourists. After that, we went to Fourvière to get some picturesque photos of our memories. We were a happy couple without a care in the world.

Then, we went to Saint Jean Baptiste Cathedral as well as visited Old Lyon, which has architecture from the Medieval and Renaissance timelines. It was magnificent. Saint Jean Baptiste Cathedral, also known as Lyon Cathedral, was a Roman Catholic Church that was dedicated to Saint John the Baptist.

In the Old Lyon, also known as Vieux Lyon (Vieux was a French word for old), there were mansions from the Renaissance era with hidden gardens and courtyards. It was a wonderful sight and there was a Movies and Miniature Museum where we could see the miniature scale of the mansion. It was wonderful learning for Kiara as she was beaming with delight.

That was for our daily routine. However, at night, it was my private tour to explore more of Kiara’s skin that she had to offer. We discovered each other’s pleasure even more and I cannot complain as it was a tour that I liked the most during our stay in Lyon.

After our honeymoon ended shortly, we went back to Zurich and we got a call from the boss stating that Peter Rovski, the King of Hungary, wanted to speak with us. I groaned as we still had a day or two but we had to cut it short.

I don’t know what he wanted to talk about, but I hoped it was not bad news since I just had the fabulous week of my entire existence, thanks to Kiara.