Belongs to him

30 | Going to kill Rosie Simmons

Alina Windsor

He couldn't stop staring at me. It didn't help that I was blushing in a room full of serious people. But his eyes just remained on me as I was sat across from him at a dinner table.

One of his colleagues was hosting a dinner party before the holiday off. His foot rubbed against my leg like some cheeky bastard. I wanted to stomp it down as we got closer to the end as I almost choked on my wine.

I hated these things and he knew it. It was a time I really had to play a part as his wife. But not a trophy one, I talked about my own work and studies a part from his business and life. I was my own person a part from him and I'd establish that. But it seemed to impress him instead.

I kept thinking back to Halloween all those years ago. He was waiting for me, he'd been waiting for me for years. Somehow I fell right into his arms and it's honestly horrifying at the same time as beautiful. He waited years for me when it simply took me one day and one look at him.

"Thank you for coming tonight, we'll see you in the office Friday." Fred glared at Kingston who remained stoic with a shrug.

"Hard work doesn't do itself now does it?" He says standing from the table. I thought he had Friday off, well, according to Rachel. She cleared his schedule for him, said it right in front of me.

"You're never wrong Mr.Romano," He said followed by a thank you for coming. Apparently Kingston showing up to Fred's house was a big deal, to Fred. As if Kingston was some guest of honor, he was just his boss.

"It was wonderful to meet you formally Mrs.Romano," Shaking his hand I smiled and then felt a hand pressed against my back. Kingston held my coat in the other hand and moved his head signaling for us to go. He seemed tired as I was to.

"I can't convince you to a game of pool?" Fred prolongs causing Kingston to shake his head.

"I know you want to talk shop. You want me to invest in your new startup, however I want to lay my wife down and fuck her. So no, you can't convince me to play a game of pool," he says it so bluntly that I'm only left with my lips parted in shock.

With a light tap we begin walking towards the elevator, "Smoothe." I joke. And his hand moves down to my ass gaining a glare from me.

"Come on Bellissima," The doors open and we step inside. Behind us stood his other employees but they stopped giving us the elevator. I'm pretty sure it was in their contract that they couldn't share the elevator with him. I found it silly, I loved elevator conversations.

"Will it just be us then for Thanksgiving?," He listens to me as I lean back against the wall.

"Actually..." he pauses, "Never mind."

"Never mind?" I ask, "We don't do never mind. Out with it now Batman... what's bothering you?" He sighs for a moment, a perplexed expression on his face.

"My family is coming for Thanksgiving. I was informed last night, they want to meet my wife and see our house. Some tabloids leaked my marriage, I don't want to drag you into that light yet though. Not as long as you don't have to," he reassures. But my mind was racing, his family?

The ones he didn't talk much of. The ones who he barely saw or spoke to? Now they would be over tomorrow for a Thanksgiving dinner I had yet to begin to prepare. We don't even have a turkey.