Unfortunately Married

Chapter 4 - Breaking Rules

Sean's POV

I pushed the door and walked into Talia's house, still feeling the ache from where her bodyguards tackled me and cuffed me earlier. She stood in the centre of the living room, her eyes piercing into mine.

"I know you're angry, and I apologize," I started. "It was an accident."

"Angry doesn't even begin to cover it. I am mad as hell," she hissed at me from across the room. "You put us in danger, jeopardized everything I've worked for, and could have gotten yourself killed. I won't have it, Sean. This marriage has to end, and it has to end now."

"We can't break up yet, Talia," I pleaded. "This is the last place Katlin would expect me to be. Even if we signed a divorce agreement, the press would still catch wind of it. It would ruin your renewable energy project."

"Fine. But let me make something clear, Sean. I'm the prime minister's daughter, and I'm an asset to his life. You were lucky to get out of here alive. You won't always be that lucky, so don't screw up my house again."

I took a deep breath, trying to think of a way to get her to change her mind. "Let's go on a date."

Talia's eyes widened in disbelief. "Have you lost your mind? Do you realize the danger we'd be putting ourselves in? If I were so desperate to die, I might as well kill myself before I let you convince me to go out in public where my sister might assassinate me herself."

"No one has to find out," I assured her. "We can go to a private restaurant, somewhere secluded and dimly lit. It's 8 pm, don't you want to live a little?"

"I want to live a lot more than a little," she replied, rolling her eyes.

"Okay, here's the deal," I said. "If you go on a date with me, I'll stay out of your house during the day to limit the risk of being beaten up by your bodyguards."

"Deal," she agreed. "But I'll assign one of my bodyguards to follow you. Only he and the others will know about us."

"Okay, let's go. Where's Tom and the other guards?" I asked.

"They're outside. Tell Tom to start the Ranger Rover," Talia replied.

I walked outside to find Tom standing watch over the house.

"Start the Range Rover, please," I said to him.

"Mr McIntosh, I apologize for what happened earlier. It was a matter of national security, and my men didn't mean to detain you like that," Tom said.

"You mean you're sorry your agents fucked up my face, treated me like an animal, and threw me to the ground?" I retorted. "I won't press charges, but don't let it happen again."

"Your safety is also our concern, Mr McIntosh. I can't promise we won't do it again if you pose a threat to Talia," Tom replied, starting the vehicle.

Talia emerged from her room in a stunning black dress that hugged her curves in all the right places. The neckline plunged deep, revealing just enough to leave me in awe. I couldn't take my eyes off her. She looked like a goddess.

"You look... incredible," I stuttered, feeling my cheeks flush.

"Thank you," Talia smiled coyly, taking my arm as we stepped out of the house.

The Range Rover drove through the busy streets of London, the night air buzzing with life. The city was alive with bright lights and the sounds of people rushing to and fro. Talia pointed out some of the famous landmarks as we passed by, and I couldn't help but feel grateful to be spending this time with her.

We arrived at the private restaurant, hidden away from the public eye. The atmosphere was intimate, with low lighting and soft music playing in the background. We were seated at a private table by the window, overlooking the Thames.