Feigned Marriage

chapter 10

A/N - There is some smut at the end of this chapter, if you're not comfortable with bxb sex and love making scene feel free to skip that part as this chapter is long so I haven't marked whole chapte as 🔞 but I have marked from where the naughty things starts.

Thankyou for waiting and happy reading.

Prapai's POV

I stare up at Sky's office building, thinking back to the last time I was here. I'd come to pick him up because I needed a present for James's birthday, and he'd been more distant than usual. Perhaps it's wishful thinking on my part, but could it be that he was acting that way because he didn't want me to marry James? I shake my head and run a hand through my hair as I walk in. Lately, my mind has been a mess. Perhaps it's all been cognitive dissonance, a way of convincing myself that there really could be something between Sky and me... or maybe there's some truth to my suspicions.

The lady at the reception desk rises to her feet when I walk in, her eyes widening. "Mr. Patheera,"
she says, sounding surprised.

"Hello. I apologize for barging in unexpectedly. Could you tell me where I can find my husband?"
She smiles then and points at one of the doors. "Sky is in his office."

I nod in thanks and push Sky's office door open, my smile melting off my face at the scene in front of me. My darling husband is standing by the window, his face inches from Mew Suppasit Jongcheveevat's, a famous fashion designer who is far too fucking handsome for his own good.
What in the fuck am I walking in on here? Why the fuck is he standing so close to him? A rush of pure violence courses through me as he looks up at me. Sky's hands are on his shirt, and he steps back when he sees me, putting some distance between them.

"P'pai?" He sounds shocked, as if I'm interrupting something, and jealousy uncurls in my stomach.

I grit my teeth and walk up to him, my arm wrapping around his waist as I pull him into me roughly. His eyes widen and I smile at him despite my anger, my free hand wrapping into his hair. "Babe," I say through gritted teeth.

He looks up at me, his eyes filled with questions. "What are you doing here?" His voice is soft and carries a hint of confusion. I thought he might be happy to see me, but it's clear that he's not.
Perhaps I'm not the only one with lingering connections from the past.

I smile humorlessly as I tighten my grip on his hair and lean in, my nose brushing against his.
"Why? Can't I surprise my Husband at work?" I ask, my voice loud enough for Suppasit  to hear me calling him my husband. Then I lean in further, my lips brushing over his.

Sky inhales sharply, and I capture his bottom lip between my teeth for a moment, sucking down on it before I tilt my head to kiss him fully. He melts against me as my tongue brushes over his lips, opening up for me. Fucking hell. I don't think I'll ever tire of kissing him, of claiming him as mine. Sky's arms wrap around my neck as he rises to his tiptoes, and I smile against his lips, pulling away a little to look at him.

Laying my claim in this way in front of Suppasit  is a petty move, but I don't give a fuck. Especially not when he smiles at me like that.

"This is definitely a pleasant surprise," he murmurs. Relief washes over me at his words and the lack of worry or guilt in his eyes. He wouldn't touch me this way if there was anything between them.

Sky glances at Mew and steps away a little, but I keep my arm wrapped tightly around his waist, refusing to let him go. "This is my husband, Prapai patheera," he tells Suppasit.

I recognize the displeasure in the man's eyes as he stares at us. He's got a thing for my husband, no doubt. "I suppose the rumors are true, after all," he says, his voice carrying a hint of disappointment.