Page 50 of Something Blue

Besides, as much as she hates her brother right now - she doesn’t want him out on the streets, homeless and ashamed. And I am the only one who can help him.

Neve comes down stairs, walking slowly and carefully in her stilettos and that gorgeous gold dress. It flows over her body like the ocean caressing the sandy shores of some tropical island.

“Fuck.” I mutter, wondering how I am supposed to wait when she looks like that.

Neve huffs and rolls her eyes at me. “Let’s go.” She snaps, pushing past me.

I chuckle and follow her out to the car. The driver opens the door for her and we both climb into the back seat.

“Let’s get this over with.” She says, shifting away from me.

She will learn, no matter what it takes. I grab her around the waist and tug her right back next to me.

“You are my fiancé, Neve. Act like it.” I warn her.

She bites her lip and stops herself from saying whatever she was going to sass back at me.

The gallery opening is perfect. Photographers flock around us, snapping photos of Neve leaning against my body, her hand resting on my chest as she glances at the camera over her shoulder with the most gorgeous smile on her face.

She is brilliant. She has them eating out of her hand. She has me almost believing that she’s accepted that she is going to be my wife.

She leans close and whispers in my ear, letting the camera’s catch intimate moments that aren’t even real. Her words, “Don’t get used to this.”

I grin. “I’m already used to this, angel.” I laugh, tighten my hand against her lower back and pushing her hips against mine.

She smirks with an arrogant flare of defiance, but the playful darkness in her eyes betrays her. She can’t wait to have my cock inside her. She’s begging me with those blue eyes. Her plump pink lips pouting towards me.

I lean down and wrap my hand around the back of her head and kiss her.

She is mine.

Let all the world see it.

Camera’s fire and more photographs seal our fate.

Tomorrow is the last day she has left. After that - come hell fire or atomic blasts - she is mine. She will have my name, she will endure the heat of my desire, she will belong to me.

And that is how it will be until the day I die.

Neve moves through the evening in perfection. Laughing at jokes, gushing over me, pretending to be madly and wildly in love.

But the moment we arrive home and the front door slams shut behind us - she turns.

Her sweetness turns cold and cruel. She kicks off her shoes and when I bend down to pick them up for her and to follow her up to bed, she glares at me.

“That was horrible.” She mutters.

“No, it wasn’t. Don’t lie to me, angel.” I sigh in frustration. “I saw you were having fun.”

“Fun? With a million cameras in my face?” She flusters.

“No -fun spending time with me.”

She opens her mouth to say something and then slams her lips closed again.

I step closer to her, backing her up against the wall. “Don’t fuck with me, Neve. I know you. I know your moods. I know your expressions. I know everything about you.”

“Oh, please.” She tries to argue.

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