Later that night, at Layla’s request, the two found themselves outside a lively bar. The neon lights flickered above the door, casting colorful reflections on the wet pavent.
"But you’re not drinking. Promise ," Lucius said, his tone firm as they stood outside.
Layla raised an eyebrow, a teasing smile playing on her lips. "Not even one drink?"
Lucius sighed but smirked slightly. "Fine. You can have one, but no more than that," he relented. "Last ti, I barely managed to stop myself after you seduced with all that drunken charm. But don’t expect that to work every ti." His voice was low, almost playful, though there was a warning behind it.
Layla chuckled and pushed the door open. "Just one," she promised before stepping inside.
The bar was buzzing with energy. The music thumped loudly, and the dim lights swirled above the dance floor, casting shifting patterns on the crowd below. Layla felt the familiar rush of excitent in her veins. It reminded her of her college days when she’d escape with Ruby to bars just like this, letting loose to clear her mind.
She made her way to the dance floor, blending into the throng of bodies. Though dancing had never been her strength, among the sea of people, no one would notice. It was freeing.
As she moved to the rhythm, her eyes searched for Lucius. When she spotted him, what she saw stopped her in her tracks. A group of won had already gathered around him, their flirtatious smiles directed solely at him.
Lucius, standing tall and effortlessly charming, glanced at her. But instead of pushing them away like she expected, he smiled and engaged them in conversation.
’Ti to make my wife a bit jealous,’ he thought.
’Is he trying to make jealous?’ Layla narrowed her eyes. She knew him well enough to recognize the ga he was playing. His grin only confird it.
"Are you Norwegian?" one of the won asked, leaning in closer to him.
Lucius chuckled softly, his deep voice carrying over to where Layla stood. "No, not Norwegian. I’m Italian."
Layla felt a flicker of irritation as she watched him exchange pleasantries, his gaze flicking back to her every now and then. He was enjoying this far too much.
’Layla, co on. Show them that you own ,’ he thought in his mind.
As a woman placed her hand on Lucius’s, Layla’s patience snapped. Without hesitation, she strode toward the group, her steps deliberate and confident. The woman barely had ti to react before she reached out, grabbing Lucius’s hand.
"He’s my husband. Please, try not to bother us," she said, not even sparing the won a glance.
Lucius allowed himself to be dragged away, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. ’Finally.’ He’d gotten what he wanted.
At the bar, Layla ordered her drink, her irritation clear in the sharpness of her movents. Lucius, already seated, leaned back in his chair, watching her with amusent.
"You seed to be enjoying their company, huh?" she said, her tone edged with annoyance as she turned to him while crossing her arms together.
Lucius’s smirk widened as he raised an eyebrow. "Well, I enjoyed you getting jealous. I was waiting for you to do exactly what you did. Declaring that I’m your husband."
Layla shot him a glare, but there was a flicker of amusent in her eyes. "You’re impossible."
Before she could take a step back, Lucius grabbed her by the waist and pulled her onto his lap, his strength catching her off guard.
His hand pressed firmly against the small of her back, holding her in place as his fingers slowly traced the curve of her spine. The warmth of his touch sent a shiver down her body, and she could feel his breath teasing her lips, barely a whisper away.
"Lucius..." Layla’s voice faltered. She could feel the weight of several gazes on them, especially from the won who had been flirting with him just monts ago. She glanced around uneasily. "People are watching," she whispered, her breath uneven as she tried to keep her composure.
"So?" Lucius replied nonchalantly, his tone playful yet possessive. "We are husband and wife, after all." He leaned in, his lips dangerously close to hers.
Layla’s heart raced, her fingers instinctively curling against his chest. She could feel the firm muscle beneath his shirt, and the heat of his body seed to seep into her. "Yes, but..." Her voice trailed off, unable to find the words as his touch sent her thoughts scattering.
Lucius, sensing her hesitation, let his hand drift down her back, his fingers tracing the line of her spine with deliberate slowness. "I’ve always wanted to hold you like this," he murmured as his other hand slid onto her thigh, his thumb gently brushing her trousers.
For a mont, she almost forgot where they were, lost in the intensity of his gaze and the heat between them. But then she rembered. "We were supposed to dance," she said, her voice barely steady as she tried to regain control.
"You brought here," Lucius replied, his dark eyes locking with hers, his lips curling into a mischievous smile. There was a challenge in his gaze, daring her to deny the chemistry between them.
"That’s because you were letting those won take advantage of you," Layla shot back, her tone sharp with irritation, though her body betrayed her as she stayed in his hold. Her fingers, still resting on his chest, twitched slightly, torn between pushing him away and pulling him closer.
Lucius’s smirk widened, amused by her attempt to remain composed. "Oh? And I was just waiting for you to claim ," he teased, his hand still resting possessively on her thigh. "I had to do sothing to get your attention."
"Well, then you succeeded. Now, let go," she urged this ti.
Lucius studied her for a mont, his expression softening ever so slightly. With a small sigh, he withdrew his hand from her back, his touch lingering for just a mont longer than necessary before he finally released her.
Layla stood up, her legs feeling unsteady beneath her but she went to the dance floor while Lucius followed her.
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