Taming of the beast - Completed.

Chapter Fourteen

"Calysta."

He did not dare! Callie glared at him in a warning. Riyad's lips curled up at one side. He had been highly amused since she had signed the papers and revealed her real name. "Callie," she corrected. "It's Callie the other doesn't exist, killed off as soon as I was old enough to have a voice."

"However, it is on your visa and your new and old passport."

She eyed him off suspiciously. "You did that on purpose," she grumbled as they lined up to go through customs. Had he known all along when she handed over her papers without thought, yet he didn't say anything. Maybe he hadn't looked at them.

"You know one cannot lie on such things."

"Okay, but doesn't mean you can use it Riyad," she hissed.

"Where is my little ray of sunshine and roses?"

"Back at the sighing of papers." She twitched her nose in disgust. It had been a wind whirl marriage event, passports arranged and flown out on an eight-hour flight to the Middle East via Qatar to a small peninsular country.

"At least try or they would never believe you are my wife with all that scowling."

Startled she blinked at him. "Then stop calling me that," she hissed then released a long breath. "I'm sorry Riyad, I'm tired. Flying never agrees with me, as I have found out," she added thoughtfully. "The flights to London had knocked me out for a day and a half from jet lag."

"That is a long flight Callie," he placed his hand on the small of her back and edged her forward towards a man seated in a bullet-proof glass protected booth, and Riyad handed over their passports.

"Business or pleasure?"

"Hopefully pleasure," Callie smiled.

"Family visit," Riyad corrected. "So no pleasure at all," he muttered under his breath, looking around glad to see no waiting family members. Absently he caressed her back. He needed her good nature and calming influence to see him through this. To finally face his family after the blackest moment in their lives.

"And some private time," Callie grinned. "After all we are on our honeymoon."

"More details than he needed to know," Riyad told her to be grinned at. Payback he saw. He had his fun. No more Calysta unless she stepped out of line, he smirked to himself. He hadn't had this much fun in years.

Riyad never thought he would. She was so easy to tease. And such beauty and he hadn't needed to dress her up in the finest clothes to be seen, thinking back to the dinner. She had made quite an impression on everyone, tongues wagging, stirring interest without even trying. Her true beauty came from within and for some reason beyond his understanding, she was attracted to him.

He wasn't blind to her reaction. His own, he dealt with it every day. Yet he had to be sure first. That he wouldn't be robbing her of a life, either, and she would be truly happily locked away from the world. Yes, she loved the house, the foxes. The kitchen wasn't her scene. He needed to change that when they got back. There will be many changes when they got back and would hand over the house to his beautiful wife.

The more he thought about it, the more he believed it.

His wife.

Not arranged between two countries.

Not actually proposed in romantic settings.

She had agreed, without a qualm. Why would she do that? Not for self-gain, he already knew that. To feel safe? Have somewhere to belong? After clashing with the likes of Daniel Mitchell, he could understand that.