Page 97 of Wanted
“Where do you want to go, big sis?” Aris asked.
Valentina’s head snuck out of the passenger seat’s window. “Let’s go dance in a club!”
“Let’s try a safer choice. I don’t want to endanger my future niece,” Alex said, making me swoon, and I wasn’t the bitch that frequented swooning. I got fucked hard, and I enjoyed it. Yearning for love and other romantic bullshit was for women like Mandy.
“There are some things we need to teach you, big guy,” my brother said, approaching my husband. He patted him on the back. “On Katantia, we have all sorts of fun for pregnant women. We cherish them, and we give them the time of their lives. We could go to a strip club, and nobody would bat an eyelash. Well, the owners would. I’m not usually seen in strip clubs. They’re too PG for me.”
“I’m in the mood for a show. There are some new ones that premiered around Valentine’s Day! Aris took me to see some of them already,” Valentina suggested. Her face was fuller, and her lips were puffier. When they said pregnancy made you glow, they weren’t lying.
“Which ones haven’t you seen?” I asked.
“Electrique, The Red Windmill and Amorous Aphrodite,” she responded.
“Babe, I’m not watching a show where they electrocute each other,” Aris commented, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “It’s not even our kink.”
Valentina said, “Electroshock, not electrocute. These guys are new. Don’t give them the wrong idea.”
She chuckled awkwardly. I turned to glance at Fylox, and he was down for whatever. I was absolutely sure that if I asked him to put some clamps on my nipples and put me under a shock, he’d agree to it.
“Let’s go to Amorous Aphrodite! I talked to some of the girls as they were rehearsing the big production last year. Maybe we can join them later on their post-show prowl,” I suggested, and Valentina nodded eagerly.
“Be back by midnight,” Jordan called from my front porch, and I shuddered. Grabbing Alex’s hand, I felt wanted. I felt safe. Jordan meant whatever he said, and he didn’t have bad intentions. He had our best interests at heart.
“Ok, Dad!” I called back.
“I like hearing you call me that.”
I blushed. Alex kissed the top of my head, whispering the words only he knew how to use. We were beginning to melt into a new ensemble, and I thrived in it.
Aris reentered his sports car while my men and I wandered off to my garage to pull out my baby. Jordan and one of his guys had checked the vehicle to see if it had been meddled with during my absence. Luckily, it hadn’t. My Beamer was clean and ready to drive around.
Alex went to join Fylox in the front of the car, and I pouted. “You’re going to let me sit in the back all alone?”
“Yes,” Fylox responded right away.
“But…”
“Sit there and be quiet.”
“Okay, Daddy,” I deadpanned, putting on my seat belt. Out of my window, I watched as some of the men that guarded my home jumped into one of the cars that Jordan had rented out for his crew. I hated that Jordan felt the need to protect me in my own country, but it had to be done. I’d disobeyed the king, and I’d returned without facing any consequences. Guarding me was a 24/7 job these days. Aram was spooking around in his quarters in the palace.
“I’m not your daddy. I’m your owner. There’s a difference. Don’t call me names,” Fylox uttered as he turned the ignition, and my heart pumped louder at the sharpness in his tone.
We drove away. Fylox and the car behind us followed my brother as he led us to the venue of Amorous Aphrodite. The midweek shows weren’t as busy as the weekend shows, so we could find parking close to the venue. This was my first official outing after returning to Katantia, and I wondered whether people would give a damn. I had been gone for a while, and I bet that Aram made sure to let rumors about my absence ruin my reputation.
We were ushered into the venue from a side entrance, away from the other Katantians. We didn’t even have to pay for the tickets. They sat us in the front, clearing the tables close to ours. The bodyguards that had accompanied us sat somewhere behind us, studying the room. The staff served us drinks and snacks, which Fylox didn’t even look at. Alex casually chatted with my brother while Valentina observed my men in curiosity. Whenever I caught her glance, she winked at me cheekily.
Soon, the crowd started filling the room. The bodyguards grew more on edge. Fylox retreated to the usual place in his head, the one that made him mean as fuck. He looked like he had just killed your pet dog. The expression on his face was worrisome if you didn’t know him.
I noticed that every single woman checked Fylox and Alex out. They eyed their clothes, their shoes, and their jewelry. My husband wore an expensive watch and diamond stud earrings. Our matching rings were a bit too flashy for my style, but we hadn’t chosen them. Jordan had. That smile of his son was something everyone noticed. It turned all the heads. Alex had the face of the man you introduced to your family.
Fylox was simply pretty; the defined angles on his face and his irresistible cognac eyes mesmerized me even if they had a darkness in them that I couldn’t comprehend. Katantians were suckers for beauty; of course, they’d bypass the dark shit. He had also chosen to hide his scars under a long-sleeved black t-shirt that accentuated his toned body. Fuck. I wasn’t the only one receiving attention anymore. My men had taken over.
The show started, but I couldn’t focus on it. I kept my eyes on the table and the people that sat there. Alex had his hand on my thigh. He gave me soft and gentle caresses. Fylox’s arm was draped over my shoulder for some peculiar reason. We spent two and a half hours sitting like that, Fylox’s skin touching mine. I almost came right then and there.
Aris and Valentina watched the show with excitement in their eyes. Each show produced its own original music. We had a row of star singers on the peninsula, and today we were entertained by one of the most famous ones. She was called the virgin swan because she moved so elegantly when on stage.
Amorous Aphrodite was a show with a cast of women. The backstage was also run by women. The only man in this building was the guy at the front desk, selling tickets. It was a show for those that got off on innocence. The girls didn’t overperform or excessively moan.
