Chapter Forty-One: A privileged husband

"Are you crazy? Don't you see I almost destroyed that handsome face of yours. Oh no, all your crazy fans would kill me if I destroyed their national treasure."

James stared at her profoundly trying to comprehend her words. "National treasure?" He furrowed his eyebrows. "Stop talking nonsense and continue." He shrugged her words off.

Clair rolled her eyes and she took a deep breath.

...

After 3 hours of releasing her anger,

"Now, that was satisfying." Clair sat down on the bench and gulped down the cold water. James had brought new water bottles since she had drunk the others as well. She actually felt good after releasing some steam and she felt more calm then she was before.

"You should apply as a therapist or something." She commented humorously. She stood up and started collecting her things. She even changed back into the dress because the t-shirt was already drenched in sweat.

"Let's stay in the hotel tonight. Hah, I need a shower." She picked up her purse and turned to face him. James stared at her.

'Not even a thank you?' He sighed and picked up his things.

"Oh…" Clair raised an eyebrow. They were already in the elevator towards their room and he had been oddly quiet. Well, not oddly since his words are always short and he only speaks when necessary. But still she felt that he was upset so she tried to think of a reason.

'If there is anything that can make me lose my composure that would be this man's presence. Like seriously why should I care if he's upset or not? Hmph.' She paused at that thought. He too shouldn't care about how she feels and yet he was kind enough to bring her here and let her let out some steam.

She sighed and she grabbed him by his collar.

James turned to her trying to understand what she wanted.

"So you want a reward or something?" She asked. James frowned. "Reward?" He repeated. "Right." She tiptoed and she cupped his face. She looked away for a second to compose herself.

"Ahem." She turned her face towards him and looked straight into his eyes. She froze. The same eyes as that night. 'Oh God.' She gulped.

He wrapped his arms around her waist and he held the back of her head pressing their lips together. Clair was nervous but she kissed him back and inserted her tongue inside, exploring and letting the kiss flow.

She was nervous….why?

Why did he make her nervous? Why did she enjoy the kiss? Why did she feel good?

Those questions were difficult to answer in a logical way that her mind could understand and let it be. Anyway it's not like she would answer them right now because she was too busy kissing him

'Turned on again.' James thought. He couldn't lie and say she didn't arouse him but his self control is the best so kissing her like this would not make him want to do something else. He was okay with it.....for now at least.

Since she was the one who offered the kiss he kissed her back and pulled her out of her hesitation. At least, that's what he thought when she paused. He thought she was hesitating. 'The reward is not bad….'

He sucked on her lower lip and opened his eyes. She stared at him blankly biting the lip he sucked. It was red and a bit swollen.

"Ahem*" She pulled back when she heard the elevator door open. She quickly walked out. "Which number?" She asked.

"It's the only room in the floor." He responded touching his lips and following behind her.

"Oh…." She stood in front of the door and waited for him to open it. From behind her he presssed his body agaisnt hers and opened the door slowly. "A simple 'thanks' would have done the job." He whispered.

"You should have said so then. Anyway my kisses…." She turned around and smiled. "Mr.Davis my kisses." She placed her hand on his cheek. "My touch no….the simple sight of me is a precious gift. You should feel honored." She turned back around and pushed the door open since he had already unlocked it.

James chuckled at her words. "Does that mean not many people get to have the same privilege as me?" He asked.

"A few have before but yeah I guess you can consider yourself privileged." She shrugged looking around the place. 'Wow the scenery is to die for.'

She smiled in satisfaction. She felt him grab her arm. "Don't treat me like the rest. I should be more privileged then them. After all, I'm your husband Mrs.Davis."

"Ho ho, you are very daring." Clair raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

"How privileged? Please elaborate." She slipped out of his hold and walked up the stairs.

James laughed and he followed behind her after locking the door. "The way a husband should." He responded walking behind her.

He knew she was up to something so he played along. "Sure." She looked around and realized there was no other door but an open room, with a bed in the center and curtains around it and an amazing view beside it.

She looked at the candles and she chuckled. "I didn't take you as a romantic Mr.Davis." She commented despite knowing it was done by the hotel.

She felt his arms travel up hers until they reached her shoulders. He turned her around and smiled devilishly.

'Fool under seduction? Did I just find your weakness dear?' Clair felt excitement run through her veins. She clenched onto the knife in her hand.

A knife she had in her purse prepared earlier in the bar, just in case.

She stiffined when he started unzipping her dress until it dropped on the floor. 'No, he's making me the fool.' She gulped nervously.

He was a too fast. He had opened the curtain and pushed her on the bed. He had her under him and he was kissing her abdomen. He looked up at her and her heart throbbed.

'It's illegel to look that hot okay?'

She turned her head away and he stifled a laugh.

James felt like he was hallucinating. For a second just for a slight second she let go of the knife in her hand and she hesitated. He shook his head when she gripped on it again with determination.

'Surely she's hard to defeat.'

She pulled him back up and she smiled. He looked down at her. Her hair spread in the bedsheets in only her underwear with that seductive smile and calculative eyes.

'I can't believe I find that attractive.' He scolded himself inwardly.

Who finds someone's attempt to kill them attractive?

*A/N: weirdos like you, duh 🙄

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He swallowed the hesitation in his throat when he saw her neck and her collarbone.

He had the urge to…

He leaned in and he started kissing her delicate skin.

"I'm still sweaty." She laughed. He could sense her very silent moves. She was ready to let the knife fall on the ground and continue whatever it is that they were doing?

He was startled. Maybe he had judged her wrongly. Does she actually not mind? He seemed a bit disappointed at that reaction of hers because it didn't sound fun.

But a little payback for last time didn't sound like a bad deal either….

"Haha."

Clair smiled and she brought the knife back climbing on top of him and ready to stab his heart.

She sighed when he gripped onto her hand and she ended up stabbing the mattress instead. "I never hesitate to kill. Keep that in mind." She reminded him and retrieved the knife.

"I'm going to shower now." She got up and grabbed the bedsheets.

She wrapped them around her body and walked into the shower. "Don't let me catch you off guard again or the next time I see you might be on your funeral." She warned him and closed the bathroom door.

"Haha." He gripped onto his hair a bit angry. She lost but why did it feel like he was the one being the sore loser.

"Damn it."

He groaned and stood up. Between them they always want to win and be the alpha. Their goals are the same. Be on top of the world, be the best, be so high and mighty that no one would dare touch you.

Maybe that's why they can't help but want to shed each other's blood.

He sighed and realized they had not brought any clothes. He made a mental note to call his assistant early in the morning to bring them clothes. He took off his shirt and left it in the bed for her to wear.

He then walked down the stairs and called the staff of the hotel to bring them some food and necessities.