The Story of Blood and Roses-Chapter 210: Futuretake 1
Chapter 210: Futuretake 1
"Are you prepared for the business meeting?" Seth asked as he peered at me.
"I'm actually confident about my PR skills. I think we will get this project even though a lot of companies are bidding for it," I said confidently as I waved my arms in front of my face. We were waiting for the car to arrive. For some reason, Seth had insisted that a driver come to pick me up.
It made sense when I thought that I would probably have to consume some alcohol and driving under influence was not my thing. I wasn't into breaking laws any more. Safe to say Anthony was the same.
He was in Japan at the moment, probably busy entertaining and running over some business deal that would spread his security company farther than it had gotten in the past couple of years. He had abandoned all his shady dealings and started a company from the ground, using money he had saved up to train the kids who were working under him and employing them gainfully in legal businesses. I had been so proud of him when I had found out.
When I left with my hand in his all those years ago, I hadn't expected him to choose and come back into society. I hadn't expected him to be up for the challenge and create a new identity for himself. He had been rich enough to live his life without having to work a single day in his life, but he said that he wanted to live an upstart life for me. He wanted to build a life that I would be proud to share with people.
Not that I wasn't proud of who I used to be. I was just in a better place as a human being now that I had finally figured out my passions.
I had been flitting across careers ever since we met again and trying to figure out what it was that I enjoyed. Turned out, I enjoyed a lot of things at once and no two days could be the same for me. I enjoyed business and the thrill of the media, I enjoyed writing and I enjoyed just meeting people and getting to know their stories. It was all that. So I did whatever I could to help the company stand up.
Anthony always told me that I was a great addition to the team and that my help had made it possible for the company to grow so quickly. I admit, my confidence wasn't as high as his, but I was glad he felt that way.
I crept out of my thoughts once the car arrived. I bid Seth farewell and slid into the car.
I gasped when I saw his warm eyes looking at me. He drank me in as I stared at him.
"You look beautiful, my kitten," he said, leaning forward and pressing his forehead against mine.
"What are you doing here?" I was out of breath and confused by what was happening.
"Can't I come to see my wife when I meet her?" he asked, his eyes molten and filled with need. "I've missed you," he whispered before pressing a chaste kiss on my lips.
I craved for more but quickly glanced at the driver. The man was not paying us any attention, and I finally came to realize why we were being driven around.
Anthony couldn't keep his hands to himself. Of course, he wanted to be a lecher.
I swatted his hand away when it came to my thigh.
"Safe to say I don't have a meeting today," I said blandly, tilting my head to the side and waiting for an explanation.
"No, you are not. We are having dinner at a luxury restaurant and it is going to be romantic," he grinned cockily.
"You're not one to be this generous! What is the occasion?" He almost looked defensive when I said the words. I laughed in joy, pinching his cheek, pronouncing him cute.
"It's nothing," he pouted, looking away from me and out of the window. "We will arrive soon." he sighed.
And surely, we arrived soon. The car had sped towards its destination like the driver wanted them out of the car as soon as possible. Knowing Anthony, I was sure that everyone knew how frisky he could get in such a situation.
When we arrived, two men dressed in formals stood in front of the door, waiting for us. We got off, Anthony taking the lead to move first and then come over to my side to open my door and pull me out.
I smirked as I placed my hand in his.
"So romantic," I whispered as I leaned into his ears. He gave me a wicked look accompanied with that smile of his and left me to lead the way.
I followed silently, tucking my head down and giving his ass a long stare.
It had been a long time since I had last seen him and I had missed him so much. Seeing his ass in those tailored pants of his did things to me that was rude to be said out in the open. Now, that wasn't all. It seemed that the man grew sexier with each passing year and was becoming more ferocious in bed.
"I have to keep up with you in your thirties when your libido is at the highest," he had said on one occasion when she caught him working out early in the morning.
"I'm very satisfied with our sex life," I told him nonchalantly, irking him. It had been intentional.
"The way you said it makes me think that you need a good spanking and a rigorous session under me. How could you sound so unconvincing?" He was offended. I laughed it off and walked away. He had left for Japan shortly after that and I had to say, he had been right about my libido increasing.
For the past few months, I had done nothing but work and fantasize about my sexy husband. And now that he was in front of me, I couldn't help but gape in awe.
He still looked as good as ever, even though he was no longer a gun-totting goon. He would be so averse to that term. He still doesn't mind what he had done for a living and I wasn't one to give him slack for it. We were both proud creatures.
"Ma'am," I heard one of the men say as I stepped inside the restaurant.
"Top floor?" The other one in front of Anthony asked. He nodded, looking over his shoulders towards me with a frown. I gave him a curious look and his eyes narrowed. He was now looking beside me and not at me.
"Eyes off my wife," he growled. His voice shot through me like a lance, hitting the exact spot in my body that made me wet. It was this voice that always got to me.
"My husband is getting to me today," I taunted as I made my way to his side. He looked elated when I joined him. He possessively took my hand in his warm ones and guided me forward like before, all petulance for not being able to take me in the car forgotten.
We arrived in the corridor and the two left us alone.
"Order," he said in a low voice, eyeing me like his prey. I looked around making sure no one was around and moved down to undo my shoe. Once it was off, I wiped my hand on the towel and slid my foot forward, finding his calf and slowly caressing it with my toe.
He hissed as he glared at me.
"Behave," he said. I just smiled innocently and continued on with my ministration, my leg slowly making its way up his leg to his thigh.
The waitress entered then and looked at the two of us. Of course, I didn't mind if she understood what I was up to. He was my husband and we were out on a date. I didn't mind.
I continued to toe him and he fluently gave both our orders without asking for my opinion.
"Aren't you being a little too disobedient today, kitten?"
"I feel adventurous today," I confessed, placing my elbows on the table and placing my head on my palms.
"Haven't you missed me?" I asked as my foot slid to between his legs. He jerked but didn't make a single sound as he gave me another glare.
"I wanted to slide inside you the moment I saw you, my kitten. To think that you were dressed up that way for other men to see. I am jealous. I will never let you out of my sight if you look that sinful in everything you wear." He cocked his head to the side and didn't make a single noise.
"Then why don't you take it off me and bend me over the table?"
