Heat of it

Chapter twelve
Henry POV
We run to the other side of the building and I pull her into a stop. How can she even be so strong?
She looks past me as if she saw someone behind me the other time.
I turn back to look at what she's looking for. There's no one behind us. Gosh, what's she doing?
I turn back to look at her, somewhat annoyed at the race she made me take part in. I've never run like this since all my born days.
I had no cause to do so. I had everything at my disposal. I can't believe I just ran because of Hattie.
I held my arms in akimbo as I watch her oval shape face and her luscious lips, "Will you mind telling me the reason behind the marathon race we just had?" I try to steady my breathing
She chuckles anxiously, still trying to steady her breathing too, "We didn't even run that much."
"Will you have me faint before you know we've gone far? The club is already a building apart!' I say, my voice went above normal.
I don't believe I will be here exchanging words with my wife to be.
She frowns instead, "What were you doing in the club, to begin with? You were even clutching Cara so close to yourself," she announces, with voice sharp and brittle.
I know she loves me and she must have got jealous at the action. But why did she hug the barman? Was she trying to get back at me?
"You said you will go on with the wedding, is this it?" Her eyes watch me slowly, each displaying hints of irritation.
"Oh seriously? Stop acting like I'm the only one in it. What were you doing hugging the barman?"
She opens her mouth slightly but closes it back, " This won't do. I'm going back in," she says and made a move to walk away.
I hold her hand quickly and pull her back, "What do you think you are doing?"
She raises her brows as if it was not a big deal, " And what do you think you are doing too?"
I smirk, unable to mask the frustration I'm feeling already. I don't believe this is the wife mom wants me to marry.
Imagine? I asked her a question and she's asking me a question in return. She doesn't even respect me as the man.
I'm not going to take it seriously.
She made to walk away but I made the grip on her firm. She looks at me again, with brows drawn together. She looks angry already.
It doesn't matter, I'm the husband. I don't care.
"Here! Come with me!" I hold her by the wrist and pull her along.
"Hey! Let me go!" She fights back and struggles to break the connection. She hits me severally but I continue to pull her along.
"Hey! Are you kidding me!" She almost yells. I whirl her around and place my hand over her mouth.
She struggles for a while again before she finally went still. I remove my hand but her head is still on my chest so that she's looking forward.
"Are you kidnapping me?"
If taking my wife out of the bar is considered kidnapping.
"Call it whatever," I reply and take her off ground. She didn't struggle this time.
I walk to the car and open the front seat. I place her safely on the seat. I close the door and rush to the other side of the driver's seat.
I lock the car, then unlock it when I got to the driver's seat. So, if she wanted to leave, she wouldn't have been able to do so.
I enter and turn to look at her, "Don't even think of doing anything funny!" I warn her.
She scoffs and delves into her bag for her phone. She dials a number and I let her be.
She places it on speaker so I will be able to hear their conversation. The person picked up immediately.
"Hello," Hattie says as if she had just been kidnapped. The stress of fighting me has taken its toll on her and she's still taking several quick breaths to stable herself.
"Hi, you aren't in the bar. Did something happen
Gosh! I don't believe she just called the barman. What's she trying to do? To make me get jealous?
"I've just been kidnapped. I'm in a red car close to the bar. Can you come out with someone to rescue me?"
"Yes!" The guy says instantly, " Wait for me Jayde, I will be there!" And the line went off.
I scoff. I can't believe the guy even gave her a name. Jayde?
Seriously? Am I going to keep up with this?
She didn't look at me, as if something would happen to her if she does.
I didn't do anything. I'm technically waiting for the stupid barman. I'm going to see what he intends to do. I will even bash his face and buy out this bar.
I will do worse if they provoke me harder. I don't joke with something that is mine, I seriously don't like that shit!
A soft knock came on my car door. I open my door and look up at a man in uniform. He looks over at Hattie, then back at me.
"We got a piece of information that you kidnapped a lady."
Hattie looks at him immediately, " Yes, me! He's about to take me away!"
I smile again. Seriously, she's going to go this far?
The man looks at me, " You will have to follow me to the office then."
I sigh and withdraw my Identification card from the locker, coupled with my father's bronze card that identified him as a retired army.
The man collects them and peruses them. He looks over at me with eyes gone wide and dark.
"Yes, that's me," I tell him, "And this is Hattie. So, if you love yourself, you can walk away while I'm still asking nicely. I don't like it when people disturb me."
" But_" the barman moves forward and stops suddenly; his eyes also widen. I'm sure he recognizes who I am. I am the first Ayles billionaire. Without me, there will be no Ayles.
"Do you sincerely think I would let her call you guys if I wanted to kidnap her? She"s, my business. So, off!" I wave at them and look over at Hattie.
I can't miss the disappointment in her eyes. Her mouth went slightly opened as she watches the men, unable to comprehend what had just transpired.
"I'm so sorry sir," the man says and bow slightly. He moves back and help me to close the door.
I chuckle and look back at Hattie, "Is there more you want to do?"
She delves into her bag for her phone again. She dials a number and eases the phone closer to her ear.
That's it! I've had enough. I snatch the phone from her and hang up on the call.
"What are you doing?" She seems very much frustrated now.
"Hattie, you must not be found in a bar. Not a few days to your wedding."
She stares hard at me for a while, "Why do you care so much anyway. You've made your decision."
She's talking about the divorce. I know I intended to divorce her after two months yet, I can't bring myself to go on with the term that she will be here a few days to her becoming my bride.
I won't allow scandalous rumors to spark around about my wife, I won't.
"Do you love me that much?"
I sigh, "We are not going through that lane again."
" Then let me be!" She screams
So, that's it! That's why she's behaving like that. She will rather have me disgraced because I didn't profess my love to her?
I knew she acted so differently recently.
Her stopping me from kissing her was a plan to make me love her. She's desperate, I can say. But she shouldn't have put her hope on high.
I don't fall that easily.
And I won't be in the car with her if I wasn't concerned about rumors.
Gosh, I'm only protecting us both.
"Let me off at once!" Hattie says and pulls onto the handle of the car.
I sigh again. What can I do to this woman? Why is she so stubborn?
I put my hands on her shoulders, thereby forcing her to look at me. She struggles to look away but she has been pinned down.
"What are you doing? Let me go!"
I look at her for a while, my eyes travel to her peach-colored lips.
If this will make her follow me and stop committing a nuisance, then I will just give in to her.
I tilt my head in quickly until my lips meet with her.
Her shoulder was stiff but she didn't recoil away. I let go of my hold on her shoulder as I deepen the kiss.
I felt the inner desire to have more. I push her lips open slightly with my tongue and she moans, giving in to my demand.
My arms move around her slowly.
There's shuffling and movement and I'm suddenly over her, my arms working their magic on the dress she's putting on.
I finally pull it down and she gasps silently.
The sudden bang on the door forces me to a stop. I look up at Declan giving me a smirk.
I look over at Hattie. She places a hand over her face as if to stop Declan from seeing her face.
Seeing how embarrassed she must have felt, I pull her closer to me so that her head rests on my chest.
Then I wave Declan off with the other available hand.
My heartbeats increase drastically.