Now That I Love You I Can't Hate You

Chapter 9

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"Have you seen the comments? They're having a damn field day." I'm stressing. Stressing so badly.

"Just don't read them, Khara. It'll blow over. No one's going to care by next week." Darson buttons up his shirt, slowly as we get ready for work. It sucks even more that I go back today before this whole thing blows over. "Besides, this is the industry we live in. People marry for all the wrong reasons. We're no different."

I give him a look. He's not making this any better. I hate that people think our love isn't real. Sure at first it wasn't, but that's not how it is now. The now matters.

Darson sighs when he realizes I'm still lost in thought. "My love." He pulls me into him, his arms snaking around my waist. Our eyes lock. "Shall I give you something else to think about?" I grin with a roll of my eyes.

"No, I will not fall into this trap. We'll be late." Darson pouts as I walk away from him and towards my handbag on the kitchen stool.

"It's a quick fix."

"At the cost of being late on our first day back."

"You know what's the coolest thing about Darson and Khara Meldeev?" My hand finds my hip as I watch him closely. "We own the jobs we go to. We can do whatever we want." He has gotten closer the more he talks. I tap him on the shoulder before setting off for the door.

"Let's go." His face falls but there's a playful tip up of his lips that accompanies it. "You love your job so much that on the plane ride over you wouldn't give me the time of day." He didn't spare time to eat or just relax. He was attacking keyboards the entire time. "Now you want me to play hooky after a month of abandoning my responsibilities?" He closes the door behind him as we enter the garage. "Go give Meldeev Corp the attention you were giving it on the play ride over. In fact, you might as well marry it." Before I can open the car, he tugs on my arm and pulls me into him. He then backs me into the car, effectively trapping me there.

"I don't like how you don't want all of my attention. You should be tying me to our bedpost." My eyebrows arch. I don't know if the comment was meant to come across like this. "So I wouldn't leave, of course." His hands brush against my neck, his eyes set on mine. Oh, he knows the intentions in that statement.

"I don't have to use reinforcement to keep you here. You'd be doing that all on your own." I retort and he smirks, probably happy I'm adding fuel to this fire he has burning.

"Confident, aren't we?"

"Late. Is what we are." I push him away, letting my hand linger down his torso for a little. I open the car door and drop down in the seat and he follows. I reach for my seatbelt but his hand finds it before I could. He leans in closer to tug on it, pausing to stare at me. Darson is trying all kinds of tricks this morning, isn't he? He tilts his head, as if waiting for me to close the space between our lips. I wonder if Darson knows my heart still beats wildly in my chest when he's near. The feeling doesn't go away.

He pouts then pulls away but what kind of wife will I be if I deprive my husband of the love he deserves. I wrap my hands around his collar, effectively stopping him in place before pulling him towards me. Our lips meet and I feel his smile against them. Incredibly soft. "We can literally just go back inside." He points at the door leading into our living room. With that, I push him away with a grin of my own.