Chapter 178: Our Game
KATE
"Can I come in?" He asked, opening a gap in the bathroom door.
I bit my lip, trying to contain a smile, while some mischievous feeling stirred within me.
"Of course," I replied, turning toward the door.
Then he entered, and his eyes focused all their attention on me. I saw him swallow hard as his gaze moved over my body.
I was still wearing just black lingerie—nothing simple, something I would wear under my dress tonight.
I couldn't help but notice how hot he looked, dressed in an impeccable black suit, with his hair perfectly groomed in a sexy way.
"It seems you're ready. I just need a few more minutes." I turned my back to him, leaning over the marble countertop where all my makeup was laid out.
Staring at the mirror, I pretended to fix the red lipstick on my lips. Through the reflection, I saw his eyes on my behind.
*And that's how you play, Mr. Ryan.*
"Are you going to wear that?" He approached, stopping behind me.
"You said, 'in character.' I thought a Parisian night demanded something special."
"Are you sure you want to play dirty?" He whispered in my ear.
I closed my eyes, feeling his scent almost drive me crazy. I had to make an effort not to grab him, rip his clothes off, and beg him to fuck me against the countertop.
"I don't know what you're talking about," I said, pretending not to understand.
"Okay. I can resist this, but I'm not sure if you can resist the cold. Take a coat."
"I don't know whether to be offended or touched that my husband is concerned about me."
"I'll be waiting; don't take too long," he said, kissing my temple before leaving.
Let's see if he can really resist.
After finishing dressing, I left the bathroom. He was sitting on the white sofa in the suite and stood up when he saw me.
As I approached, he continued to stare at me with that look, as if he would devour me if he could.
"Can we go?" I asked, stopping in front of him.
"I thought it couldn't get worse."
"What?" I furrowed my brows, confused.
"Knowing you're wearing that underneath and now this..." He put his hands on my waist, sliding over the soft silk of my black dress to my hips. He was also wearing gloves and a fluffy white stole, as he had mentioned it would be cold.
"Hmm, there's just one problem..." I smiled mischievously. "I'm not wearing anything underneath, Mr. Ryan."
He closed his eyes, biting his lower lip as if in pain. I walked past him toward the exit with a victorious smile.
In the elevator, he continued to stare at me as if I were naked.
"I was wrong; I can't resist. How about we skip the surprise?" he said, standing next to me in the center of the elevator.
"Is Nathan Ryan giving up?" I questioned him through the mirror's reflection.
"You know you can't play with me, love," he said, convinced.
No matter how much time passed, he remained the same idiot, arrogant, and full of himself, and it still drove me crazy.
"No? I thought that's what you've been doing all these years." I turned to him. "And didn't you just admit defeat?"
"I thought you didn't want to play during our honeymoon."
"First..." I turned to face him. "It was you who started it." Second..." I held his chin, whispering. "I always want to play with you. Because you're mine, and I can do whatever I want with you."
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, tensing his strong jaw.
"You know it's not safe to provoke me like this in public places." He answered, opening his eyes again.
The elevator doors finally opened.
"And you should never underestimate me." I retorted.
During the car ride, I admired the nighttime streets of Paris, understanding more and more why Nathan had insisted on spending our honeymoon in the city. It was simply magical and charming. In a way that left me breathless.
When the car finally stopped at a pier, and we got out of the car, my eyes lit up with the view. The sparkling city lights cast colorful reflections on the calm waters of the river.
"Is this the Seine River?" I asked excitedly.
My heart was pounding in my chest from excitement and anticipation.
As Nathan walked around the car, the gentle breeze caressed my skin, making me shiver. But I didn't let the cold affect me, given the excitement and anticipation the night seemed to hold.
"Yes," he confirmed, wrapping an arm around my waist. "Are you ready?"
"For what?" I looked at him, unable to contain a smile.
"Let's go." He smiled back and started walking.
I focused my attention further ahead on the pier. There were a few boats docked. One, in particular, had all its lights on. My insides stirred.
"We're going..."
I was speechless. Did he plan all of this? It was so romantic and unbelievable.
"Are you hungry?" He asked.
Hungry? This must mean dinner.
"Nathan... This is..."
"Extremely cheesy? I know."
"No! It's perfect." I playfully hit his arm as we continued walking side by side. "Even though it's not quite your style."
"Are you suggesting I'm not romantic?"
"No. You're very romantic; you just have your own meaning for the word, more like hair-pulling and slaps."
"And are you going to spend the rest of your life pretending you don't like that?"
"Shhh. Don't ruin the moment; you were doing well."
"Monsieur et Madame Ryan?" A middle-aged man approached as we reached the gangway to board the boat.
"Bonne nuit, Pierre!" Nathan greeted him in impeccable French. "Is everything ready?"
Perhaps I would ask him to say a few "things" in French to me later. He continued to impress me, even though we had been together for a few years.
"Oui, Monsieur," the man replied.
"Mrs. Ryan." Nathan extended his hand to help me up the stairs. I took it, and he held my gaze firmly. "I'm looking forward to playing with you tonight," he whispered, sending shivers of excitement down my entire body.
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