The Tyrant's Wife

"Where are we going?" Zaria asked when they left Angela's compound. She couldn't wait to ditch the topic about his ex who still wanted him and move on to something that actually mattered.

"You will know that once we get there." Was his mysterious response. She gave up trying to ask. He wouldn't tell her even if she bribed him.

He leaned over to kiss her cheek with a whisper. "It's a beautiful place."

She didn't doubt that. He had always put a lot of effort into their dates and she was certain that this would not be different.

Even so, Isabella's cottage was not what she had in mind when he promised that he had chosen a beautiful place. More flowers had been planted since their last visit, giving the whole place a refreshing look.

He had even set up a picnic in the garden under a large tree.

"Des, this is so beautiful." She gushed.

"I'm glad you like it." He was relieved. Her tastes had changed recently and out of the blue, she liked some of the things she hated before and despised many of her favorites. In the end, he'd have to ask for help from Ximena, who chalked it up to her being hormonal.

She twirled around in the garden like a little girl before hopping back to him to pull him in to dance with her.

"We don't have music to dance to." He remarked.

"That's true, but we can dance to the music in our heads." She giggled and positioned one hand on his shoulder. "Come on, humor me."

He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer. He took the lead and she naturally followed smoothly as though there was an actual song they were listening to.

"What's the song on your mind?" His words were a low whisper that made her heart pick up its pace and she answered him without thinking through it.

"At last." She looked up to meet his gaze. "How did you know there's a song on my mind?"

"Because there's one on mine too." He let her spin. "At last."

"Really? No way!" She was pleasantly surprised but it had to be true. They were both a little out of tune but oddly, they were still in sync. It made sense now since they had the same song on their minds.

"We are compatible." He took the chance to pry about her feelings. He already knew how she felt for him but hearing it was a different thing altogether.

"This is the very place where you first told me that you love me. Do you remember?"

She stepped on his toes, rolling her eyes. "Everyone says that men have poor memory. It's true."

"Why would you say that?"

She huffed. "You are wrong. That's the third time I told you how I feel about you. The first time was in your office and the second, on our first date. You forgot about it."

"I didn't." He was smiling so hard that she couldn't figure out what was so good about being reminded of the first time she admitted of having feelings for him. She would probably have found it amusing if she knew that it was a single word that made him feel on top of the world. She had said "how I 'feel' about you. Not 'felt'.

When they were tired, they sat down for a refreshing glass of juice and snacks. He had made chickpea salad sandwiches, shawarma wraps and pasta salads all of which looked mouth-watering.

"Did you cook all of them yourself?" She asked as he set them up.

"I used a lot of help from the chef." He didn't take all the credit despite having spent a huge part of the previous night to get everything done.

She had a taste of the salad doubtfully and her eyes lit up. "It's delicious! I thought you sucked in the kitchen."

"I suck in the kitchen alright." He spoke with an intense gaze at her, and she was embarrassed when she finally caught his meaning.

"Your mind can't get any dirtier, can it?"

"Actually, it can." He teased. She shoved a fork of pasta into his mouth to shut him up.

"I have an ultrasound scheduled for Tuesday. Do you want to come along?"

He was pleasantly surprised. "Of course! I wouldn't miss it for the world." He reached over the foldable table and caressed her stomach, speaking in a low voice. "I can't wait to meet you."

Her heart warmed. She held his hand against her stomach and pushed it lower. "You don't need an ultrasound to meet our baby."

He pushed the table aside and cupped her face, crashing his lips against hers. She wrapped her hands around him to pull him up against her body. He pried her lips open with his tongue and she gladly gave him access, letting him tangle her tongue with his. A sigh escaped her lips in ecstacy.

Her heart picked up its pace as he gently stroked her skin while his tongue explored her mouth. She grabbed onto his hair.

"Des," She whimpered.

He broke the kiss while his thumb continued to trace her spine lusciously. "Should I continue?"

Her response was to launch herself into his arms, nearly knocking him over. She melted into his embrace and he held her waist to support her while resting his back against the tree behind them. She straddled him, impatiently pulling at the buttons on his shirt.

"Who has a dirty, impatient mind now?" He teased her.

Her face reddened. "Shut up and kiss me."

"As you wish, ma'am." He pressed his lips agaisnt her neck. Her skin was warmer and flushed with lust. "Should we take this inside the house?"

She grabbed the sides of his shirt, her self control wearing thinner by the second. "I want you right now. Right here." She demanded without an ounce of fear or shame.

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AN

The next chapter will be up in 5 hours. Sorry for the lack of updates recently, I was too demotivated to write a word.. I'll make up for the missed update days.