A Vegas Mishap (#2)

Husband or Wife

Ethan

"Ethan, let me go," Ophelia said as she blushed and tried to free herself from me as I held her against the wall.

"Why?" I pulled her closer and kissed her again.

"We are in your office, Ethan. Claire might walk in any minute," she told me between the kisses.

"She will knock," I said and brushed my nose against hers.

"But, why are you doing this?" she asked me.

"Because you are looking extremely irresistible today and I want to," I told her and kissed her cheek.

"This is exactly how I look everyday. Even my shirt is not new," she joked making me chuckle and leave her.

"You should stop coming in so often. You are distracting me from my work," I told her, smacking her head lightly and walking back to my desk and pulling her with me.

"Really? I distract you? Fine then. I won't come in until the end of the day now," she said giving me a challenging look.

"I know that's not going to happen," I said leaning against my desk as I held her.

"You wanna bet? You will be knocking at my door in less than two hours," she smirked at me.

"I won't be. Because you will come in here first with some or the other stupid excuse," I smirked back.

"Stupid, huh?" she raised an eyebrow at me.

"Uh huh," I nodded.

She leaned in closer to me, almost meeting my lips and said, "Okay, then. Let's see what not stupid excuse you will find to see me now."

She left a quick, teasing peck on my lips and ran away, laughing.

"You.." I gritted and chased her.

She ran around the cabin for a few minutes until she reached the door and she ran outside.

"Ophelia, wait," I followed her, laughing.

But, when I opened the door, Ophelia was frozen in her place and looking somewhere, as white as paper, all the humour gone in an instance.

I followed her gaze and the frown on my face instantly vanished as I saw Marco Romano.

The man's reputation indeed precedes him.

The mere sight of this man, in his late forties walking towards us with a sly, mocking smile on his face, made me rethink my decision. Every fibre of his body yelling in our face the fact that he can make you or break you with one flick of his little finger. His cold eyes and raised chin making him live exactly up to the expectations.

Hence, I wasn't surprised with Ophelia's reaction or the fact that she knew him. After all, this man was dangerous and we all knew it. Since, he is from Italy too and being the rich ass business tycoon he is, it would have been difficult to not have known him somehow.

But, what surprised me was the intensity of it. The way she was rooted to her spot as if she had seen a ghost felt weird.

Does she somehow know how bad it can get?

That thought gave me a sudden feeling that I had to protect her. I had to mark my territory around her and let the man know that he can not touch her. No matter what. She is no longer alone. She has me.

I took a deep breath and put up a strong face as I linked my fingers with Ophelia's.

"Hello, Mr. Welsh," Marco Romano smiled at me and offered his hand as he stood right in front of me.