Inherited Enemies

When Louis and his wife decided they were done satisfying their sexual appetite and needed actual food unless they wanted to starve to death, it was already past lunch.

You're bad influence. I can't believe I went from being a prude virgin to stuffing my mouth so I wouldn't make any noise.'

'I am not exactly certain if that worked. You're a screamer. That's sexy, though.' He kissed her. A slow lingering kiss, that made her heartbeat quicken immediately. 'Shows I'm really putting in the work.'

'Oh , Louis. You suddenly do not care about the cameras.' She laughed when he released her.

'Oh, well. The man can watch me kissing my wife, if that tickles his fancy.' He shrugged.

My wife.

She liked how he said it. Like he owned her. Like she was his. And yet, when he said it, it left a bitter aftertaste. It was only an arrangement that would last for a while.

'We are starving. Let's have the lunch menu.' His instruction to a staff, cutting off her line of thoughts.

They got into the dining