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♛47.🔥 Like a wart

Soraya

"I didn't even get the to enjoy my salted caramel brownies."

"What a tragedy." Teo mocks.

"It's reason enough for me to divorce you. Especialy since I've baked them myself, and I'm sure you got to dive in the ones I left for you on the counter. You have chocolate at the corner of your mouth." I tell the brute who seems to have made a bad habbit out of throwing me over his shoulder.

I look longingly at the soft blanket laying in the shade of an oak tree by the edge of the small lake found on our estate. I've been occupying it just moments ago while having some me time. Well, it was rather me, good wine, a charcuterie board and the wedding planner time. Being alone for a while was quite refreshing, and now he's taken me away from my corner of indulgence.

His response? Just some nice old sulking.

"You're such a spoilsport."

"This wouldn't have happened if you just answered your phone." He growls.

"It's my day off... sort of. I was right here, trying to plan a wedding while enjoying some peace and quiet." I prop my elbows on his shoulder to rest my face on the heels of my palms. "But if I divorce you right now..."

As much as I love them, Addie and Lo have gone a little overboard with their excitement. If you add a mother in law who wants every detail of the religious ceremony to be perfect, business partners who are worried about cjange, capos who are antsy for a fight with the Navarro, and a hoovering Teo in the mix, it can all become a little overwhelming.

"Don't Soraya, just don't."  He continues to walk towards the mansion as if I wheighted nothing.

"You know I didn't want to make you worry." I soften the tone of my voice. "Would you just put me down, please?"

He listens to my request and gently slides me down the hard planes of his body until my bare feet touch the ground. I peer into his dark eyes, the gold flecks in them alight with fury, then my gaze slides to the feathering muscle in his jaw that's dusted with a day's worth of stubble. He stands in front of me dressed in his white shirt and navy suit pants like an angry vengeful god, no doubt frightening to others. But not to me, never to me.

I raise to the tip of my toes to drop a kiss, to the corner of his mouth but he only huffs. Stubborn man.

"Look, I just needed space, all right?"

Before we got back together I'd have gone somewhere out of town. Now, I could have retreated myself to my penthouse, but he didn't like the last time I did that, and I didn't want to stretch it since he seems be worried that I'll vanish out in thin air the moment he looks away from me. Besides, we have more than enough acres for me to wander about on.

His fears are valid. I caused them when I chose to let him believe I was dead. It's been barely a week since he's got me back so I understand. But compromises need to be made for both our sanities.

"And it's not like I didn't tell you where I was going when you saw me walk out of the house with the picnic basket in my hand."

Sighting, he rests his forehead against mine.

"Why didn't you answer your phone, tesoro?" He asks, tucking a wisp of hair that escaped my braid behind my ear. He then runs his fingers down the column of my neck, making me shiver both in pleasure and desire. He's able to awaken suck a reaction with just a touch... the power this man has over me.

"I left it inside, I only have my laptop with me." I admit. "You could have just used the new tracker." I touch the small redish scar that's still healing on the inside of my wrist, twin to his. Implant ones will be much more difficult to licate and destroy.