Married To My Secretary

Chapter 18

I come to myself

"Of course," I clear my throat, "I'm just remembering some things I have to do for today."

Things to do for today, or things I saw today.

"Okay, and where is Kate by the way?" “It's true, where the hell is Kate?

"I suppose she must be getting ready for dinner," I exclaim nonchalantly.

“So early? Brittany asks in front of me, she's the one who should be getting ready right now, she needs it.

“That's right, she always likes to look more beautiful, even if she doesn't even need it like others “Brittany looks at me, with as much seriousness as possible, I know she caught my double meaning.

I get to the room and see that Kate is still not there. It's almost two in the afternoon. I call my driver and she hasn't left by car, this woman is going to drive me mad. I have to call her, luckily she answers.

"Where the hell are you?" They ask me about my wife and I have no idea where she is, why didn't you take a car? My scolding tone is enough to let him know how upset I am.

"Do I have to tell you where I am all the time?" “ I hear from the other side “ I also didn't want to take the car, I don't like to drive everywhere with a driver.

"I want you here in 30 minutes," I hang up, I'm not going to wait for his answer and it bothers me even more.

I take a shower and quickly dress, my perfect black designer suit, comb my hair to perfection, and put my watch on my left wrist. I go out for a moment and I meet one of the partners on the first floor while I was going to see if my driver had rented the limousine, Mr. Fascinelli has the ability to say thousands of words and leave you standing for hours and hours and for not being rude you have to listen to all their adventures in Italy. A few minutes later my cell phone rings.

“I'm sorry, Mr. Fascinelli, she's my wife.

"Go ahead," he says, with a rather cordial smile that I immediately return, "wives first."

I smile again.

"Excuse me please." I see him at dinner.

"Same Mr. Centinelo, say hello to your wife." “First time I've been thankful Kate saved me from this lecture. I pick up.

"I'm here, Mr. Centinelo." I hear his sweet voice and I remember what happened this morning.

"Okay, get ready, I'm here for you so we can go to dinner," I hang up.

I go to do what I had in mind, I go for an orange juice in the dining room while I wait for Kate, I don't want to go in and find her in the same situation as today because she wouldn't take it twice anymore. I sit at the bar and when I think it's the reasonable amount of time I can wait without getting mad, I return to the room.

I arrive and open the door, Kate is sitting on the edge of the bed putting on huge black high”heeled shoes, when she sees me she smiles a little, stands up to see herself in the bedroom mirror. I can't help but see her almost blatantly upside down, and the thing is that red looks spectacular on her, it enhances her hair and eyes, and on her body, let's not even say, it wraps every curve perfectly up to her ankles. It is that this woman is complete.

"You're going to make all the men in the place drool," I have to say, I put my hand in my pocket, still not taking my eyes off her.

"And not you, Mr. Centinelo?" he answers, almost mockingly with a playful smile.

"No, I'm difficult." I look at my watch, even though I know it's the biggest vile lie I've ever told.

Someone knocks on the door, I go to open it and it's Henry who looks at Kate from head to toe, I can't help but feel some discomfort inside me, and I know that Henry won't be the only one who will see her that way, Henry tries to hide it and greets her as normal as possible.

"How are you Kate?" “he takes his look at me, indifferently I adjust my watch but in reality it bothers me.

"Well, how about you, Henry?" she replies, putting on some lip gloss.

"Wonderful!" he exclaims. Henry hugs me in greeting and I return it as gently as possible when I want to hit him for looking at my wife like that.

"Can we share a limo?" he asks separating from me and looks at Kate again who is oblivious to our conversation, he turns his gaze to me.

“Of course! No problem my love? I go towards her and give her a kiss on the forehead, I wanted to take her by the waist, kiss her on the lips, put her on this piece of furniture and...

Santiago calm down.

“Not at all,” he replies, putting a bracelet on his left wrist.

Kate takes her bag and I take her hand, we head towards the limo while Henry goes to get Brittany. Kate does not go unnoticed by any man, he annoys me and this is not my real wife. While we wait for Henry and Brittany I feel Kate's hand caress mine, I frown and look at her intrigued.

“What? I question, immediately letting go of my hand and looking in another direction, I smile.

"Nothing," I clear my throat, "your hands are so soft," I can't help but laugh.

“I like yours too, doll; and without the need to use paint on your nails, they look perfect “he looks into my eyes and smiles slightly at me, at that precise moment Henry and Brittany appear.

Brittany and Kate are not and will never be the best of friends, they smile at each other in the most fake way possible, and what woman wouldn't hate Kate looking like that? Brittany looks dwarfed next to her in her simple black dress with long sleeves and an open back. I can't believe Malcom was drooling over Brittany a while back, even though she wasn't as cocky back then as she is now.

We get in the limo, Kate smells delicious, I almost lose concentration while I talk to Henry about the company. I can't help noticing how Brittany looks at her over and over again, I smile, if I were a woman I would also feel intimidated.

We arrive at the elegant place where the meeting is, there are cameras, photographers, reporters, flashes everywhere. I extend my hand for Kate to come down, I take her by the waist when she is on the last step and I kiss her on the lips around her waist as I help her down.

Henry doesn't even dream of doing that, he prefers to adjust his gray jacket and his tie with brown tones before doing something like that for Brittany, the truth is that this for me is something so natural, I do it without thinking about it, I've gotten used to being so for my mother

"Kate, how did you win over Mr. Centinelo?" Kate, how did you manage to steal the heart of the New York tycoon? Kate, how does it feel to be the envy of all the girls?

I have to keep from laughing. Kate is the center of attention, she hates that.

I never take my hand from his, this place is huge and luxurious, all my partners are here, and I introduce them to Kate one by one, oh my! What audacity! It's that there are shameless men in this place, it bothers me that they look at my wife that way, worse in places that only I should see and I can't.

I take Kate by the waist and hold her close to me, giving her a tender kiss on those soft lips that give off a rich aroma of strawberries.

"I'm going to kill you," he whispers between the kiss, he separates slightly and I join my forehead with his. It smells delicious.

“Why? For kissing my wife in front of those leering degenerates? I speak in a sensual way, putting my nose together with hers.

She frowns and looks around, no one is looking at her anymore, great.

“Hey, as for yesterday... “I look into her eyes, it's just that the way she looks today makes me want to make peace with her.

"Yes, I'm sorry," he interrupts me and looks away with an extremely innocent face that amuses me and surprises me.

"You?...Apologizing?..." I laugh a little.

"Of course, although you offended me too." I encircle her small waist with my arms and hold her close to my body, she adjusts my tie.

“Well, it was in self”defense, but I also offer you an apology “look at my eyes, I don't know what they have that I love. Much more, when he looks at me that way. I kiss her forehead and she smiles.

At that precise moment, two old friends from the university approach, I haven't seen them for so long, they haven't seen me either. I don't have social networks, so I don't have communication with any old friends.

“Oh, my God! You got married and you didn't tell us anything? We could have thrown the best bachelor party, you know, exotic dancers, strippers. Just kidding," he says, turning to Kate with a smile, Kevin, his eyes turning bluer and shining with his brown skin every time he says something mean.

“That exotic dancers and strippers are not the same? “Kate asks raising her eyebrows, yes, she likes to follow all kinds of games.

“No, exotic dancers are the ones that Santiago pays a thousand dollars for a dance and strippers are the ones that show everything for 100 dollars.

Oh my God! He kind of gives me something. What is Kate going to think of me? I look at Kevin disapprovingly. While they including Kate laugh out loud.

"Not true," I look at Kate trying not to look upset, but I am "honey, this is Kevin and Dason, we went to college together," I add, introducing these two unsociables. They both extend their hand and Kate does the same to greet them.

"Are you leaving tomorrow?" Dason asks, shoving his hands into the pockets of his black pants.

"Yes, I have work to do because then we have to miss a week in California with my parents" because of Kate, but I won't say that. I wrap my arm around her waist.

“Well, then we can go out today, a friend is having a party, we can attend, we have to catch up, see that you are married now and your childhood friends had no idea. Let's invite Henry.

"Well, Henry is with Brittany, so that's up to her."

"Bitchany, is he here?" Kevin asks seriously, which makes everyone chuckle.

"Bitchany?" Kate asks, it's just that she doesn't know Brittany's story yet. "Apparently they like Brittany," she adds, with a sarcastic tone.

They both invite us to share a table, then Henry and Brittany join us, Dason getting up to go get a bottle of champagne. We started talking about business and other things.

“Henry, then we're going to a party, will you join us? Kevin asks, taking a sip from his glass of champagne. Brittany immediately fixes her eyes on Henry. That means drama.

"Okay, let me see my schedule if there's nothing else to do after here." That's not true.

Dason returns with the bottle of champagne, he begins to serve us in fine crystal glasses, I can see that Brittany and Henry are arguing.

"Anyway, what did you say Henry?" Will you join us? Dason questions, Henry turning his gaze to him.

“Of course! he exclaims, without hesitating. I can see Brittay's jaws tighten and she looks at him disapprovingly. I don't know what I would do with a woman like that. Brittany just makes a fake smile. The kind that is done with Kate all the time.

The champagne is good, there are plenty on the dance floor; Henry and Brittany go dancing or arguing; Mr. Argazzi approaches us with an impeccable smile on his face that makes his age marks more noticeable.

"Oh, this beautiful woman is your wife?" "Very kind question," I congratulate you, Mr. Centinelo.

“Thank you very much Mr. Argazzi, and yes this beautiful woman is my wife “ of course she is “ my dear, he is Mr. Christopher Argazzi, owner of the hotel where we are staying.

"It's a pleasure, Mr. Argazzi." She extends her hand to him and he, very chivalrous, kisses her knuckles. If he were a younger and more attractive man, I'd be annoyed.

“The pleasure is mine Mrs. Centinelo, do you mind if I steal it from you for a few seconds, precious?

"Of course not," Kate replies, a smile on his lips.

I'm leaving with Mr. Argazzi. I hope Dason and Kevin don't start telling Kate about our college adventures.

Mr. Argazzi introduces me to a few people. When I feel a tug on my forearm and meet Lauren's bright honey eyes, and she watches me.

"So you got married?" he snaps, fury in his eyes.

“And that has to matter to you because...? I answer as the most obvious.

"You sleep with me and leave me stranded in a hotel room," she murmurs, avoiding anyone who can hear her.

“Y? What does it have to do with it? “ how frustrating.

"Were you already married?" Your wife is going to feel great if she finds out about that.

Devils! How long ago did I sleep with this girl? I don't know. I try to remember if my father mentioned a date in the newspaper and I think not. Great, I can lie.

"I wasn't married yet, and if you don't mind I have people to attend to," I express, taking my hands to my pants pockets.

"But I guess you were engaged." As always, she's wearing a neckline, but now that neckline doesn't even get my attention.

“Lauren, you're driving me crazy “I take my hands to my temples and massage them, I always do this when I don't like something “And no, I wasn't, for that day if you didn't notice I was alone, she and I had separated for a while, the truth is that whatever happened with you was only the result of spite, after being with you I realized that no one will be like her “Lauren looks at me puzzled “the next day I looked for her and asked her to marry me . The truth is that I don't want to be with anyone but her. Now I'm off, it was nice seeing you, Lauren.

She watches me leave and stays there with her arms crossed without doing or saying anything for a long time, until finally Romanov comes for her and takes her away, I stop to talk for a while longer with the people that Mr. Argazzi had told me. presented, and incidentally with some other partners.

After a few minutes I look at the table Kate was at and see Lauren smiling in front of her. What the hell.....? oh! This woman is not going to leave me alone.

"A thousand apologies, please," I say, to the people who talk to me. They nod and I go to the table where the two of them are. I hope Kate doesn't say anything disconcerting to her.

I only notice that Lauren is watching her with intrigue, the same way she was watching me a few minutes ago. I walk up to them, take Kate by the hand and she gives Lauren a parting smile, pulling her as far away from that woman as possible.

I take her waist with one hand and with the other I take hers to lift her up and start dancing to a romantic song that is playing right now.

"Santiago, who is that girl?" Kate asks immediately, whispering into my ear.

"What exactly were they talking about?" I ask, ignoring his question.

“I want to know who it is! and now. You slept with her, right?

"That's personal." I'm not going to talk about these things with Kate. It is uncomfortable.

“Staff? Santiago, it's embarrassing to me that you have chicks around, even though this isn't real, would you like me to go around making you look stupid? “ what stress.

“Lauren was a long time ago, and I already told you that I don't have chicks around “I'm already getting annoyed and that's not good.

“But what about the time that "we were boyfriends"? You cheated on me! "No, I already have the perfect excuse."

"I didn't know this was going to happen, plus I'm sure that when we were dating you also went out with guys out there" and yes I'm right, after a few seconds she flashes a malevolent smile, I can't help but laugh, I even got curious about knowing what the hell he did that makes him so funny.

“You see it? What fools would you do in that time that "we were boyfriends"? I can't help but laugh.

She amuses me. He is going to speak, when in that a middle”aged man goes up on stage, drawing everyone's attention.

“It is a pleasure for me to present this award to the businessman of the year, this man at such a young age has made his company one of the most important internationally, ladies and gentlemen, Santiago Centinelo.

The spotlight is on me, and I move away from Kate to the stage. I smile widely as I take the award.

“I am very grateful for this award, I thank my parents, my brother and above all my beautiful wife, who is my inspiration and my engine to keep going. I love you darling”I should have been an actor, I look for Kate in the crowd and her hair almost glows in the spotlight, she looks so beautiful.

I get down from the platform and Kate reaches for me, kissing me tenderly. A kiss that I reciprocate immediately no matter that everyone is looking at us right now, then I don't let go of his hand all night, it's because all men are degenerates here. We drive off in the limo with Henry and Brittany, and she leans against my shoulder as she gazes out the window all the way back.