CHAPTER EIGHTY-SEVEN
At first, I thought we were going to an evening dinner but when we got down from the car, thankfully, I couldn't stand the jet with all these nerves, he took me into what seemed like an old Roman opera house.
Wait, it's indeed an opera house! I couldn't contain my excitement as we were ushered into the seating area that overlooked the instruments.
“It seems we're early,” I commented as I watched the set up.
“Not really, they've been waiting for us,”
Perks of being the King, President and everything in between I guess.
He handed me the glass, a dazzling smile on his face.
He had done a complete 360 from his former demeanor and I was struggling to not get used to it in case he flipped again. But it was damn hard because a girl could get used to all of these nice things.
I mean, my parents were currently on holiday in some island right now and here I was, having an experience I'd never imagined possible.
“Are you ready?” He whispered
“Yes. Sorry, I'm so freaking excited!”
“I can feel it, you have been tapping your feet since we sat down,”
His smile was infectious.
“You don't really understand. This was something I only got to see in movies, not even live performances on TV. Just movies,”
I couldn't tell him I read about it from books in my Dad's secret library or that Corbin allowed me to play some of the recordings on his audio device.
“I'm happy I was able to make you smile. They're starting,” he announced and I sat up, paying rapt attention.
By the third number, he handed me his pocket square to clean my tears.
“Damn, are you sure I made the right choice? I was trying to make you laugh, just in case…”
“No, I'm sorry, these are happy tears I promise. Their voice and the songs and the story. It's all so beautiful and I don't know, I can't help it okay?”
“Aww, my baby is emotional. Who knew this was what it took to get you. Next time you give me that smoldering look of yours, instead of melting into a puddle of confusion, I'll just get you an opera cast,” he joked, making me snort.
“You're going to have to do a lot more than that, I'm afraid,”
“Damn, you're an expensive young lady. Will a romantic dinner at my favorite restaurant make it a better offer?” He winked.
“Really?”
“Of course. I've heard the sounds coming from that monster in there,”
I blushed heavily. “I was hoping the music concealed it,” I whined.
“I wasn't paying attention to it,” he said, his voice sounding more serious and I took my eyes away from the performance below to really look at him.
He wore a black suit which hugged all his features, making him look literally edible. The man could roll in mud and I'd still find him sexy so maybe I was the problem here.
He removed a strand of hair from my face and I finally remembered to breathe.
The orchestra played as the final piece of the night and we had to leave before they finished.
“Paparazzi and all that,” he offered in the way of explanation.
I totally understood, I doubt people knew he was going to drop by in their neighborhood opera house today or else, it'll be way more packed than it was.
Regardless, we still had to stop for pictures before entering the car and I was so grateful it was Anna that helped me dress up and not Theresa. She probably would have convinced me to wear what she'd picked out for me due to my frayed nerves.
At least, when they discuss about me on their little social media groups and share my pictures, I'll look freaking hot.
The dinner was more cozy and he didn't even let me eat by myself.
“It gives Xy’thern great pleasure to watch you eat from our hands,”
“That's his fetish, huh?”
He laughed, the sound making my cheeks warm.
“He's easy to please,”
“Why do you guys always fight though? Isn't there a way you both could like, harmonize or something?” I asked and the atmosphere turned serious pretty quickly.
“The thing is, if I did everything he wanted, you'd probably hate me a lot more than you already do so I try to, you know, create a middle ground,”
“You think I hate you?”
If he believed that, then something was wrong somewhere. You don't dip your thick, sexy tongue in people who hate you.
“I mean, you've said it maybe a little over a thousand times or so,” he said with a wry smile.
I shook my head at his next attempt to feed me, needing to collect my thoughts.
“Xavier, I don't hate you per se. It's the system and unfortunately, you're very much involved in it. The system made my life and that of billions of people a living hell. People are living like rats. But you as a person? I couldn't even if I tried to. Each time you said a harsh word to me, I found myself explaining it away so maybe it's cause of the Luminari thing but I couldn't hate you even if I tried,”
“The Luminari thing is kind of a one way street when it's with a human so I hate to break it to you pretty but you really like me. All on your own,”
His smile was like a thousand watt bulb.
“Can I kiss you here? It looks all posh and stuff,”
“You don't have to ever ask. My lips are always dying to mold together with yours,” he replied and immediately kissed me
Great conversation stopper if you ask me, his lips were magical. I had to stop him when his hands began to wander though.
I do want to bone him but not in this fancy ass restaurant.
“Is it just me or it's getting quite hot in here,” he groaned with a smile.
“Their Air conditioning is working perfectly fine.” I said and then in a whisper, I added “I think it's your dick,”
The laughter could be heard around the room. Thankfully, we'd gotten our own private area, perks of being the King and all.
“I love it when you're so careful around me. It's like all the things that bother you went on leave,”
“You as well. You're usually so uptight,”
“Me? Uptight? Have you met my father?”
“The ky'rhan tried to kill me twice so I get your point but maybe stop using him as a yardstick?”
“I um, I don't know how to do that. He's the only person I've ever looked up to,”
“Well you should start spending time with my Dad after all of this. He'll rub off some charm on you,”
“I'll take you up on that,” he replied, feeding me the last spoon of the dumplings.
“I do want to get to know you more. It feels like we've just been on surface level because of the bickering,” I chipped in.
“You know, I've asked a thousand people this question during interviews and now that you threw it back at me, I totally get the pressure. I mean, what can I say about myself?”
I guess he wasn't in the mood for an all out exposé.
“You don't have to do that. We have the rest of our lives to get to know each other so, you can relax,”
A look crossed his eyes that made me wonder what he was thinking about.
“Look, there isn't much to me, okay? I've always known I would be King and that I hated my father and that I didn't want my child to grow up without the love of a mother,”
“Like you,”
“Exactly. It was horrible, my dad wouldn't even be in the competition for best Dad of the year so I was definitely in need of that mother figure but here we are,”
“I think we need to get you a therapist,” I joked.
“I've thought about it but then, I don't know any ky’rhan that wouldn't take advantage of my vulnerability so,”
“Maybe when I have the time, I'll take a course and I can be your own personal wife and shrink,” I said with a smile.
“Can't wait. Are you done? I really wanna take you home and ravish you,” he said, his voice turning me on already.
“You fed me the last bite so, yeah,”
“Sorry, forgot about that. Let's go,”
“What about the bill?”
“I own the restaurant,”
“Damn,” I whispered under my breath.
He took my hand and walked us back to the car.
Deep down I knew that If we'd come with a driver, we would have started fucking in the car because the sexual tension could be cut with a bread knife.
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