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She looks up at me, peeking over her mountain of blankets, and then she shakes her head. She’s never said no to going for a drive, it’s one of our favorite things to do together.
“Are you sure?” I ask. “I was thinking of grabbing a milkshake.”
“Oh, a milkshake?” she says, her eyes lighting up. “Maybe I’ll come.”
“Yeah?” I ask, grinning. “You don’t have to. I can just go buy you one and bring it back for you?”
She shakes her head as she rises from the sofa, the blankets falling away to reveal a sexy black nightgown. My gaze roams over her body hungrily, and I bite down on my lip to keep myself in check. “No, I’ll come. I’ve been wanting to try out something I asked Raven to find for me anyway,” she says, her eyes glimmering with a hint of viciousness. “Since the tabloids lovetrying to capture photos of you and your supposedsupermodelpartner, I’m going to send them on a wild goose chase.”
I nod in confusion and watch her disappear into our bedroom, only for her to emerge wearing black jeans with a black tee, and a long maroon wig. “Fuck,” I groan, my pulse spiking at the sight of her. She looks so fucking hot, and she must know it, because the edges of her mouth turn up just a little as she turns in a circle, giving me a good look at her.
“Let’s go,” she says, grabbing my hand, her mood a little lighter than before. If the mere mention of a milkshake can cheer her up that much, maybe actually drinking one will make her smile.
I hold on to her tightly as I lead her to my favorite supercar, my customized Diana, and Raya looks at me appreciatively as I buckle her in and turn the seat heaters on for her. This isn’t the first time she’s had her period throughout our marriage, so I know a little bit of what she likes, including how much she loves seat heaters during that time, but I’m a little annoyed I didn’t know about the milkshakes. Some days it feels like I’ve gotten to know her really well, and other days it feels like there’s still so much distance between us.
My wife sits up as we go through the drive-thru, her eyes glittering. She looks up at me wide-eyed when I hand her the milkshake I ordered for her, acting like I handed her the world. Raya has access to my vast fortune, but she doesn’t want the countless things I could’ve bought her. She just wants this milkshake.
“Oh God,” she moans as she takes a sip, her whole face lighting up as she smiles from ear to ear, sighing happily as she pulls the cup away from her lips. “So good. I just wish they were dairy free, and it’d be perfect.” I nod and stare at her, fucking mesmerized. She’s so fucking beautiful, and the way she smiles. Goddamn.
I sigh as I reach for my phone and order my assistant to get a proposal prepared so I can acquire this milkshake chain for my wife. If it makes her this happy, I have to make sure she has easy access whenever she wants. I’ll have one of these machines installed in our house.
I raise a brow as I take another look at my recent texts, my stomach twisting with nerves as I look back at my wife. “Hey, Raya?” I murmur nervously, hoping I don’t mess this up. “Chandu ke chacha ne chandu ki chachi ko chandni chowk mein chandi ke chamach se chatni chatayi.”
She stares at me wide-eyed, and then she wraps her hand around the back of my neck and pulls me in for a kiss, the taste of chocolate still on her lips. I groan as I kiss her back, loving the way she’s touching me. “You’re better,” she whispers against my lips, before kissing me again. “Better than Hrithik Roshan.”
Thirty-Four
Raya
“What if I just pretend to be sick?” Lex says, leaning back against the front door. “They’ll never know I’m faking it.”
I bite back a smile and shake my head. “Lex, you can’t just skip the first poker night you’re meant to go to after we got married, and you know it. They’ll think I’m some kind of tyrant that won’t let you go.”
Following the wedding, we were exempt from attending smaller family events, like weekly dinners or Lex’s monthly poker night. As of yesterday, our time is up, and Lex doesn’t seem overly happy about it.
“Work has been so busy that we’ve barely spent any time together in almost two weeks,” he says, sounding genuinely aggrieved. “When I do have time, you’re either studying or in class.” He runs a hand through his hair and sighs. “We’ve been married for three months, and we haven’t even been able to go on a proper date yet.”
I walk up to him and wrap my arms around his neck. “What are you talking about?” I murmur. “We went for dinner twoweeks ago, and last month you took me to that art gallery after hours.”
I’ve had so much fun throwing off the reporters that are trying to catch Lex with his alleged lover, and I know he’s had fun with it too. The rumors about him and that model annoyed me so much that I wore a crimson wig when he took me out for milkshakes, and then a blonde one the week after. Every time we go anywhere, they think Lex is seeing someone new. It completely throws The Herald off, and it brings me so much joy to see them scrambling for non-existent details. Wasting their time has become one of my favorite pastimes. Unfortunately, it also got us called into his grandmother’s drawing room, and if not for the selfies I had on hand of us, we probably would’ve been in a world of trouble.
Lex grabs my waist and shakes his head. “No, Raya. I mean a proper date.”
I raise a brow in confusion. “If those weren’t proper dates, what is?” I ask, afraid of what his answer might be. Most of the time, Lex acts like a perfectly ordinary human being, but every once in a while, I’m reminded that the man I married is a billionaire, and nothing is out of reach for him.
“You’ll see,” he says, placing his index finger underneath my chin to tip my face up. I grin at him and rise to my tiptoes, meeting him halfway. He sighs when our lips meet, his grip on me tightening.
“That’s it,” he whispers against my mouth. “I’m not going.”
As if on cue, Pippy’s voice sounds overhead. “Critical alert,” she says, sounding worried. “Xavier Kingston is approximately thirty seconds away from your door, Lex. However, Sierra appears to be driving this way too, and by my calculations, she is three minutes away.”
“How does she know that?”
Lex tenses for a moment, his eyes falling closed. “We have security cameras all over the Windsor Estate,” he says, his voice soft.
I nod and bite down on my lip. The cameras must have caught them both at specific locations and calculated their ETAs. “But… why is this a critical alert?”
“Sierra and Xavier hate each other,” he explains. “They have a longstanding and very serious feud, though no one knows why. It’s so bad that we’ve actually actively been hiding our friendship with Xavier. He was originally just Dion’s best friend, but while Dion lived abroad, he somehow kind of became one of us.” Lex frowns, like he’s trying to think back to the origins of their friendship. “He just started showing up for poker nights even when Dion wasn’t there, and none of us ever questioned it. Sierra would absolutely lose her mind if she knew he comes over once a month to play poker with us.”
