The Secret Life of Mrs. de Silva

Chapter 6 - Disguise

"Having perfected our disguise, we spend our lives searching for someone we don't fool."

—Robert Brault

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Demon Clyde's POV

She's not wearing her disguise behind that black niqab. She's playing dangerous game here. That's what Carlisle was so concerned about. Her impulsive tendencies. And that's what prompted me to be here much much earlier than originally planned. But from the looks of it, nothing is to be concerned about. Why? Because our Danny here is playing her card right. She's on the winning side. Even Sheik Karim is hooked by her charm. Mind you, it's only her eyes working. What more if that face behind that veil is revealed?

She doesn't need rescuing either but her husband surely does. He's about to lose his temper together with a huge contract. Only because Sheik Karim and I are looking at his wife openly — me checking if she's really okay and the playboy Sheik with blatant admiration.

Her cat eyes almost bulge from their pretty eye sockets when she saw me sitting here. The last time we saw each other, I was sitting in my pretty gazebo playing mobile legends. She was sitting beside me trying to win the game. And when she didn't, she snatched my phone. The next thing I know, my phone is swimming in a glass of cold water.

I just shook my head in disbelief. The crazy woman and her crazy antics!

She then walked out on me with her head held high and her witchy laughter.

"Told you bro, be a gentleman sometime and let the woman win." Chevrolet chuckled across from me. "If that's the only way to save your phone."

I did win, multiple times in fact, but why do I feel it's the other way around? She did win alright!

I'm pretty much aware that Niknik and Danny both have sass in them. But it seems the latter's is on a different level.

Her husband should not put his guard down.

Or maybe even I.

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Jude's POV

She's not as pissed as three days ago. She doesn't look at me like she wanted to break my neck nor bury me alive.

She smiles at me from time to time. Especially when I make a fool of myself throwing cringe-worthy punchlines. Never in my life had I imagined using those words to entice a woman. My grandfather is probably rolling in his grave seeing his only grandson making a fool of himself and actually liking it.

I should have done this earlier. If I knew I can hold her soft hand like this without her glaring at me and even hug her without breaking my balls, yeah I should have. Or maybe I can relocate my head office here. The problem though is that how can I persuade my hardheaded wife to go with me willingly? Should I kidnap her again?

Or maybe not. Definitely not here again. Not near this playboy sheik who's eyes wanted to devour her. And not near that dangerous businessman whose eyes are the darkest black zeroed on my wife. These shameless bastards are getting on my nerves!

I don't care if I'll lose  a million dollar contract. If punching those shits is the only way for their eyes to avert and their brains to see sense, then why not?

I was about to put my fist on the Sheik's hooded eyes when I felt her hand on my thigh. Her soft hand moves gently caressing back and forth...back and forth slowly almost hitting the inside of my thigh. I feel my breath hitched with each soft caress. This is the very first time she initiates contact. And very intimate at that.