Another girl with dark hair walks over to them. I see Kennedy’s demeanor change immediately. Her smile is forced, not meeting her eyes. I head over toward the group of ladies. It’s obviously time to go.
When I reach her, I wrap my arm around her. She looks up at me, searching my face for something. I’m not sure what. “Have you met Beth, honey?” Damn. I like her calling me that. “We went to school together.”
I look down at the dark-haired girl. “It's a pleasure to meet you.”
“Gerrit.” She rolls her eyes. “We've met before.”
I might not remember everyone's names, but I always remember a face. “I’m sorry. I don’t recall.”
“Gerrit.” My wife pokes my side. “Beth said you two dated a few years back.”
“No,” I respond, knowing that’s a lie.
“Gerrit,” Beth says, her tone shocked. Her face starts to turn red.
“I have no fucking clue what you’re talking about. Not that it matters, but why would you bring some shit like that up to my wife anyways unless you’re trying to be an asshole?” Beth's mouth falls open. A few of the girls snicker. “Are you ready, love?” I look down at my beautiful wife who is smiling up at me. This one isn't forced.
“Yeah.” She melts into my side, and I lead her out of the ballroom.
“Who the hell was that?” I ask her when we make it down the hallway.
“Beth.” She rolls her eyes. “She’s been telling everyone you two had a thing. I thought it might be true until you told me that you haven’t dated in forever. I don’t know why she has to be a brat. Everything's a competition to her. I shouldn't have invited her, but I was being petty back, I suppose.” I chuckle. “I hate the thought of you being with her.” Her nose scrunches.
“The feeling is mutual. I wanted to strangle James the other day when I thought he’d dated you.” My driver opens the door for us when we step out of the hotel. We slip into the back of the limo. Kennedy lets out a long sigh.
“Finally alone.” She surprises me by crawling into my lap the best she can with her wedding dress on. I pull her into me more.
“You’re the only woman I’ve ever truly wanted Kennedy. The only one I’ll ever want.” I don’t want her to be jealous. Not even for a moment. I know how that shit felt when the shoe was on the other foot. It eats at me when fuckers stare too long at her. I know it’s something I’ll have to get used to. It’s hard not to stare at Kennedy. I get it, but it doesn’t mean I have to fucking like it.
“I love you.” She wraps her arms around me.
“I love you too.” I pull her to me for a kiss. “I think I’ve loved you from the start. It’s why I started calling you love. It just rolled off my tongue.” I’ve never used the word before as an endearment, but with her it felt right. Once I started calling her that I couldn’t stop.
“You’re so damn sweet. You know that?” She wiggles on my lap. I clench my jaw trying to get my dick under control. It’s been a long day. I’ve been hard for most of it, and now I’m minutes away from being inside of her. “So are you going to tell me where we’re going?”
There is a knock at the door signaling that we’ve arrived. The driver’s not going to open the door not knowing what we might be doing. I knew if I started anything with Kennedy in the limo that I wouldn't be able to stop. I need us on that plane and in the air as soon as possible. I open the door, holding my hand out for her to take.
“Oh. I didn't pack anything,” she says right before I lift her into my arms.
“I handled it, and anything you might need you can always buy, but I think you’ll be naked or in a swimsuit for the most part.” I jog up the steps with her.
“I hope we’re going somewhere warm.” She looks up like she’s thinking. I cross the threshold of the plane before putting her down on her feet.
“I got us a yacht.” Her face lights up.
“You really are trying to get me all to yourself.” She lets out a sweet giggle that goes straight to my cock.
“I am. We’re going to the French Riviera.” She lets out a small scream before throwing herself at me and kissing me all over my face. I laugh.
“I love when you make that sound.”
She sighs, looking up at me.
“Sir. We have the luggage on board. We are ready for takeoff. Would you and your wife like a drink first?”
“No,” we both say at the same time.