Hidden Flames [The Ludovicas: Second Generation Book Three]

Thirty-Four | Happiness

Not a very good chapter cause I had writer's block 🥲
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A FEW WEEKS LATER...

IRENE

"You all can't get one fucking thing right. I go away for one damn week and you had to mess things up..."

Kian was scolding some poor soul over the call, scowling as he did it while he had his hand extended towards me over the table as I applied pink nail paint to his nails.

I sent him a stern look, mouthing, "Be polite."

He narrowed his eyes at me for a second before his features softened.

This time, his tone was relatively gentler than before. "Have Armano double-check it. I won't be available for the next week either."

With that, he hung up the call.

I patted his arm. "Good progress."

He rolled his eyes and then stared down at his nails. "Is it done?"

"Nope. I need to add white patterns to it."

I was interested in nail arts these days and wanted to practice it but at the same time I didn't want to dirty my nails so of course, I chose Kian.

He grumbled about it initially but then went silent when I threatened to not talk to him.

We were on our honeymoon. In Paris. It was like a dream come true.

"Now, stay very still..." I instructed as I started to put tiny white dots on the pink nails.

Kian sighed. "I'm wiping it as soon as you are done, just so you know."

"Whatever, now be quiet."

I tried putting those polka dot patterns on his nails but it was clear I wasn't good at it. At all.

In the end, his hands looked messed up, with the nail paint smeared here and there.

I pouted and glanced at him.

"If my wife's done, I would like to fuck her now", Kian said in a seductive voice, his eyes fixed on me intently.

"No, I am in a bad mood now." I lied to mess with him.

"It's not my fault you are not good at nail art or whatever it is--"

I glared at him, smacking his hand. "Now you better forget about any sex."

Huffing, I got up, moving across the room to place away my nail paints.

Kian wrapped his hands around me from behind, nuzzling my neck. "I was just kidding."

"Sure. But that doesn't mean I will let you fuck me."

"Is that so?"

"Yes."

"Are you hundred per cent sure?"

"Yes." I gritted out.