“Don’t you even dare,” I say, and at the same time, Reyansh’s car comes into view, flashing lights directly on our faces.
I squint as he stops and comes out with another bouquet in his hands. I don’t know if I love them or hate them right now.
I have been enveloped with their smell enough for a full day. I think I have had enough flowers to last me a decade.
“Hi, baby,” he says, coming up to me and handing me a bouquet. He takes out a small bunch of flowers from the inner pocket of his coat and hands it to Sasha, who smiles.
It makes me happy.
“Thanks,” she says. “Please take your woman with you. She is driving me nuts.”
He looks at me, amused.
“I was just telling her to be careful with my car.”
“I will buy you another one if anything happens. Drive safely, Sasha.”
“See,” she says with a smirk, and I roll my eyes. “He is a gentleman. Learn a thing or two from him.”
She blows a kiss to my annoyed face before going towards my car.
“Shove it in my face that you’re rich, huh?”
He pulls me towards him by the waist and pecks my lips, making me forget my next retort.
“Only for you, baby.”
“Anyways,” I say, pulling away from him and moving to sit down in his car. “Why did you insist on picking me up?”
“Because,” he says, rounding up the car and sitting beside me. “You’re my wife. Plus, we get very little time together. I want to make use of every single second we can get together.”
“Aw, you miss me?” I tease.
“I always miss you, Aisha,” he says, taking my hand in his and kissing the back of my hand, sending tingles down my spine.
“Are you excited about the dinner tomorrow?”
I know he is so not excited. In fact, he is the opposite of excited. He is every word that defines not being excited at the moment.
“Sure,” he shakes his head. “I swear, if he didn’t bring that much money to the table, I would never let him speak in front of me.”
“Is he that bad?”
“Extremely. Tomorrow, please ignore most of what he says. He has a habit of making the nastiest, vile comments and crossing boundaries, and then he laughs in that stupid English way, making your blood boil. Don’t take whatever he says personally, and let me know the moment you want to leave. I swear, I would cancel the dinner if you didn’t insist on us going.”
“Relax,” I say, placing my hand on his thigh calmly. “You know I can handle it. Besides, you will be there. He won’t do anything to piss me off.”
His eyes wander down to my hand on his thigh, and I notice his ears turning red. Just to enjoy teasing him, I don’t take my hand off of him.
“I know.”
“What should I wear tomorrow?” I decide to tease him further.
“You have plenty of clothes,” he says nonchalantly, and I just very lightly slide my hand a little higher, still staring ahead.
“Maybe that backless red dress I wore on that Valentine’s Day,” I say, and he side-eyes me.
He got me that dress specially for Valentine’s Day, and that night was extremely…special.
