“I thought your balls belonged to me.” I brush my shoulder off.
“Put it here, girlfriend.” Keira holds a hand up.
I high five her.
Phoenix narrows his eyes at me. “You’re asking for it, kitten.”
I’m proud of my retort.
Chapter 22
Michaela
While we were swaying to the beat of a mellow song, I made the mistake of revealing I couldn’t go along with Phoenix’s earlier demand. His blue eyes veiled in a threatening shade of dark, navy-blue, similar to an ocean before a violent storm. He then grabbed me by the hand and pulled me off the dance floor. It’s not like I could protest without raising a few eyebrows.
So here we are, leaving our own party in a mad rush.
“Phoenix, you’re walking too fast.” I do my best to keep up with his long, determined strides. He’s holding me by the hand and dragging me behind him.
“You disobeyed me,” he says from over his shoulder.
I wrinkle my nose at his words.
“You need to understand there are consequences, wife.”
“You’re taking thisobey thy husbanda little too far. Not only is it archaic, it wasn’t even in our marriage vows.”
He ignores my protest. “Before I left the bedroom, I told you what I expected of you, Michaela.”
I roll my eyes even though he’s so steadfast in his mission, he can’t see me.
“I can’t believe we’re arguing about this.”
“How dare you clean yourself up after I told you not to?”
“Your demand was unreasonable,” I say, exasperated. “I wasn’t going to sit down with Abuelita Noelia smelling like… like sex. And, slow down, already.” I pull against his hand.
Without warning, he stops.
I almost bump into him.
He turns around and his gaze drops to my strappy high heels.
He humphs and sweeps me off my feet like a king would his queen.
“Your heels are sexy as fuck, but they aren’t made for walking.”
“I was unaware a midnight stroll was part of the program.”
“Last minute addition,” he says and resumes his mission.
My need to win this argument fades the minute my head rests against his strong chest. I wrap my arms around his neck and indulge in the moment.
I could get used to this.
He carries me like this until we reach a building that’s detached from the mansion.
He drops me to my feet with care and reaches in his pocket for something. He points whatever he’s holding to a set of beautifully ornate heavy metal doors. “Get inside.”
