Markos had already planned everything and was adamant in fulfilling Valeria's wish. Meanwhile, Castello Karman was celebrating his victory for securing the biggest project with the Moreno corp. Valeria's uncle had successfully invested in the business upon hearing it. Everything was going on just how Markos had arranged, now he wanted to proceed with the honeymoon. Paris, the problem.
"Ready to leave?" Markos settled his cufflinks while glancing at his reflection. Wearing a white shirt paired with black jeans, he was all set to vibe with the Paris holiday. Meanwhile, Valeria walked out of the washroom wearing a black backless thigh slit dress. Markos turned around and stared at her without moving as he licked his lower lip. Valeria felt her cheeks getting heated up with the staring.
"Goodness! You are fire, Val." Markos praised her while walking forward, he approached Valeria's waist with a keen look. Pulling her closer, looking into the woman's eyes, Markos leaned in and whispered in her ear. "The fireworks which palpitate my heart." Licking her earlobe, Markos could hear Valeria' heartbeat. "The hellfire which burns my soul, the wildfire which drives me crazy."
Markos could hear the trembling of her lips as he pecked over her neck. Valeria's back arched with the sensations running in her body. "The ceasefire which stopped my heartbeat." Markos slid his down over her ass and then spanked Valeria, she nearly jumped and gasped. Markos straightened himself and winked holding her chin. "The deadly crossfire which has been intertwined with me."
Valeria gently smacked over his chest making the man laugh. "Shall we? If you are satisfied with your praise?" He teased and bent over to scoop Valeria in his arms while the woman got embarrassed. Despite Valeria's constant nagging, Markos carried her outside and then downstairs. During his walk Valeria kept on rebuking him in whispering to avoid creating any scene.
Whereas, Miss Agnes stood at the ingress of the house where she saw them coming. "Look at you two lovebirds! Couldn't you wait for the plane to take off?" Markos chuckled while Valeria hid her face in his chest to avoid being flushed. Miss Agnes blessed them both as Markos bid his farewell and walked out. The cool breeze of the evening welcomed them both along with the warm loving gazes of the servitude staff.
The driver took them to the airport where the duo fled in a private jet. Upon reaching the airport of France Markos stepped out and scooped Valeria again. The woman grew embarrassed as soon as she saw the guards. "Wha–? Could you please put me down, Markos? This is so–" She tried to avoid the men in black who had already lowered their heads. None of them wanted to lose their life!
Markos chuckled and carried her to a white limo as they both settled in. He leaned in and pecked her cheek while speaking in a teasing manner. "You should be happy that your husband loves to carry you around. Tsk!" Markos moved away in a complaining gesture of smacking his lips. "Too bad, Val. Women are dying to be in my arms. Yet you are complaining that I ain't letting you walk this earth."
Valeria scoffed and rolled her eyes then glanced at him from the corner. She teasingly slid closer to him and tugged at Markos' arm. "Someone still isn't tired of lifting me and my tantrums?" He pouted like a child with a sour expression, Valeria poked Markos' cheek while laughing. "Are you certain about the consequences of keeping me over your shoulders?" It took Markos a few moments to realise what she meant.
Markos shook his head and made an O-shaped face then covered his mouth. "You are so shameless, Valeria." Meanwhile, she placed her hand over forehead and shook with a mix of sigh and smile. "I didn't know you were so eager to have kids. Is this why you picked Paris as our honeymoon to suck my precious soul?" As soon as Valeria heard his bold and promiscuous words, she lunged at him to cover his mouth.
"Shh–" Valeria panicked at the situation as she looked at the driver. The poor guy had just sat when Markos was speaking. "Someone could hear your brazen talk." She whispered when he licked off Valeria's palm and winked. The woman removed her hand and glared at him, whereas Markos pulled her closer from the waist. Valeria's hair locks were falling over his face, while she was half laying over him.
"I don't care." Markos settled her hair lock behind the ear and smiled while Valeria looked in his eyes. "Let them know you are mine." Leaning his face Markos whispered in her ear, making the woman blush. "Mrs Valeria Markos Moreno." She was flushed and pulled back while lowering her head. Her antics made Markos worried, assuming he did something wrong once again.
"Did I do something which you didn't like?" He inquired while sliding closer to Valeria, reaching for her shoulder Markos spoke politely. Valeria immediately hugged him with her silhouette over Markos' thigh. He heard her sniffling and reflexively tightened his grip around Valeria. "Hey, hey. What happened? Why are you crying?" Markos assumed that he said something which hurt her.
"I love you~" Valeria spoke in a shallow voice with her confession. Markos smiled and hugged her back tightly. Reciprocating Valeria's confession he laughed and kissed her forehead. "Oh and by the way I have arranged for us a room in the palace of Versailles. I know you love that place." Markos revealed to her something unexpected which made Valeria wonder if he read her mind or what.
"No shit?" She widened her eyes like a child who was amazed at a surprise present. Valeria was unable to contain her happiness and covered her mouth. Markos head patted her and wiped off her tears. 'Thank you–thank you for fulfilling my wishes." She nestled in his chest as the driver took the duo to the desired destination. Markos wanted to make her feel loved, desired and cherished.