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Chapter 19: The Ghost

(Leon's POV)

We stopped at the front of the room and I turned to look at Kate. Her body language had once again become mechanical and her face had no lines for any sort of expression. It was as if she was shutting doors to any sort of voluntary reactions but she couldn't really put a lid on her involuntary feelings. She looked a little pale, as she raised her hand to grab hold of the door handle, and for a moment I saw it shake a little. She grabbed the handle a little too tight that her knuckles almost turned white and I couldn't help but notice her slight hesitation in pushing open the door. She didn't enter the study right away but stood outside it for one long minute before stepping inside, and I followed her making note of the changes in her attitude.

"So this is the study", Kate said looking at me and letting out a sigh, thereby relaxing herself a little.
"So this is where he was murdered", I said walking to the desk and keeping my notebook on it.
"Yes", Kate replied in a weak tone, seemingly uncomfortable.

I looked away from her and around the room. It was spacious room lined with bookshelves; Keith had sort of a personal library here. There was a huge desk at the opposite end of the door, facing it and there was a huge window set in the wall behind the desk. It was the only window in the room and it was large enough to light up the whole room on a bright sunny day. There was a sofa set in corner, possibly a niche for a more relaxed reading time. I moved to look through the window behind the desk; it had a beautiful view of the gardens.

"Nice view", I commented looking through it.
"Dad thought it was relaxing to have this view", Kate spoke and I realized she had moved to stand next to me.

Before I could say anything anymore the door opened and both, Kate and I, looked back to see who it was, "Oh milady and sire, I didn't know you were here", the head maid said in a surprised tone, "Are you using the study?"
"I am not", Kate almost snapped at her, but I guess since her voice was toneless it didn't seem as such, "Leon… he's going to use it", she looked at me, as if she wanted me to support her, "He wanted a place, where he could concentrate better."

"Yeah apparently bedroom is very distracting when you have a really beautiful wife", I said putting an arm around Kate's waist and pulling her closer.
She looked at me and smiled beautifully, "Sorry for being a distraction", she apologized with a flirty look in her eyes, "How about I make it up to you?", she added throwing her arms around my neck.
I let out a laugh, "You better make it up good", I said looking in her deep blue eyes, wrapping my arms around her waist as well.
She hummed looking sideways a little thoughtfully and again I felt her true self coming to the surface, "Well our honeymoon is still pending", she said looking back at me with a Cheshire grin.
"You've been putting me on this hook for so long", I couldn't help but say with a smile, "But this time we have to go for sure", I told bumping my head with hers gently.

It was an involuntary movement, and it's absolutely true that I just went with the flow. In the beginning, it was just to cover and support what Kate said but sometime between our flirting, my body moved on its own, as if it was pretty natural between us. Our faces were inches apart and we weren't a bit uncomfortable. Well strangely physical proximity was never too much of a problem. She always had this warm and soothing sense of familiarity about her, even when she was acting like a royal heiress. It was as if I knew her well and had known her for ages.

I smiled looking in Kate's beautiful eyes and she didn't fail to mirror my smile. My eyes briefly traveled to her lips and I just wanted to touch them with mine. I couldn't help but remember the first time we kissed, that sensation and taste of her lips was still fresh in my mind. A electrifying pulse ran through my body and I wanted to live that moment once more. I tilted my head to a side acting on that thought, but before I could do anything more, someone cleared their throat.

"I can literally see, what it must be like", the head maid spoke from the doorway, letting out an amused laugh, as we turned our heads to look at her.
I cleared my throat as well, as both Kate and I stepped away from each other, "Yeah that's pretty much every time", I lied to the maid; I had totally forgotten that the head maid was still there.
"Anyways", Kate spoke and her tone was again different, "You wanted something?", she asked in a business like tone.
"No, milady", the older woman shook her head, "I was just here to clean the room, but if you are using it then I'll come at another time."
"Alright", Kate gave her a nod with a weak smile and the head maid backed away closing the door after her. We remained silent listening to the footsteps of the head maid getting distant as she walked away from the study. Once we couldn't hear it anymore, Kate moved to check out the hallway to make sure no one else was there, "Let's get back to work shall we?", she added turning to me.

I hummed in agreement, nodding as well, "Where did he keep that box?", I asked Kate, moving to the middle of the room.
"Here in this cupboard", she pointed out a wooden cupboard to me, which had trophies lined in it, "He kept it in the lower cabinet."
I moved to open it and check it out. The upper section of the cabinet was see through display cabinets, lower section however had wooden doors, "So it was not in a direct line of sight", I muttered to no one in particular, "Not everyone would have known that it was here."

"What are you saying?", Kate asked me, as I stood up straight closing the cabinet.
"Well sure many people must have known about the letter and that your dad kept it in the study, but there must be only few people who might have known where exactly in the study he kept it", I told her what was on my mind, "And how much likely is the possibility that Travis was one of those few people."
"I see", she said a little inanimately.
"You retrieved the box from the study, at the time of burial?", I asked her a little thoughtfully.
"No… I don't…", she shook her head and seemed a little bothered, "Aunt Pamela got it from the study; she was the one who remembered that Dad wished the box to be buried with him."
"Well she's one person, who knew about the letter", I shrugged with a sigh, "I'll put these clues down", I added walking to my notebook.

I opened the notebook and took a seat on one of the chairs, and started to make a note of the things I found out so far, "Can we leave now?", I looked back as Kate spoke these words. She seemed a little nervous.
"I still need to check out a few other things", I told her, studying her rigid body language, "Is there some problem?", I asked noticing that she was clasping both of her hands real tight.
"I don't like being here", she told me in a somewhat sharp tone.
"Why?", I asked her trying to figure out the reason for her odd behavior.
"Well", the lines of thoughtfulness ran across her face, "What if there's a ghost here", she said in a very serious tone.

I let out a laugh, "Ghost?!", I repeated slightly puzzled.
"I mean my father was murdered here, what if he haunts this room", Kate presented her ridiculously crazy theory.
"He wouldn't hurt you, if that were the case", I made a very critical point.
"Still a ghost is a ghost and they are scary", she argued with me, "If you want to stay, I won't stop you but I am leaving", she added moving towards the door.
"Kate", I called out to her as she pulled open the door, "Is it the ghost of your father you're scared of, or is it the ghost of the past?", I questioned.
Kate didn't answer right away and her head drooped slightly, "I'll be in my room if you need me", she said in a low tone and exited the room before I could say anything.

I shook my head at the obviousness of the situation and let out a slight laugh. I guess her so-called nightmares are not the only things I have to fight. I pulled my attention back to my investigation and once again I started to look at the pictures of the murder scene. This time however I was able to make a more comprehensible image of what was where in comparison to the reality of the present location of the things in the room. It seemed after the death nothing had been moved, not even the lamp on the table or the paper weight.

It seemed Keith Richardson didn't try to save himself, when Travis and Shawn were shoving the poison down his throat. They both did it so nicely that there was no spillage, the traces of poison on the chin and jaw line was not enough to call it a murder either. It was an impulsive murder and still it was expertly executed, much like an assassination. There were things that went off the radar of suicide but still as amateurly as this case was handled, I guess it was impossible to look into these details. Even I was misled by the conclusion of this case.

After working through the details with the new information in light, I had answers to some of my questions, but I wasn't really sure of those answers. I just had a theory and though investigations can progress on a theory but it holds little to no value during a trial in the court of law. I still had to figure out the layers of this case, and as I sat pondering over the things in Keith Richardson's office, I realized that I was forgetting an elementary thing in an investigation.

I raised myself off the chair and moved towards one of the bookcases. All this time I was focusing on the suspects, trying to take people in and out of the probable suspect list, but not for once I bothered to learn about the victim, the business tycoon Keith Richardson himself. Though I knew a lot about his professional life, since it was all over the news when he was murdered, but I didn't know anything about his personal life. I had met him personally once and he seemed like a nice man, but I needed to know him on a deeper level. His two murderers cropped up from his personal life, having a past grudge; if there was a third person involved then it was a strong possibility that they would be part of his past as well.

I browsed the books in the study. It seemed like Keith Richardson was an avid reader. He had books on every topic ranging from fiction literature to finance; from business dynamics to quantum physics to even genetics. And almost all books seemed to have been read at least once. He seemed a man of multiple interests, with a wide range of knowledge in almost every field. I guess that was the reason why he had a multi-billion business empire. I felt a little bad as I stood in front of the trophy case, reading out his achievements in the business world. There was no doubt he had truly been the emperor of this business world and he would have done a lot if not for his untimely death.

I let out a sigh crouching down to check the lower cabinets once again. There were some old tattered looking books in there. I pulled one of them out and it turned out to be an old photo album, maybe from the times Keith Richardson was a young boy, his days in college and as an early businessmen. I quickly skimmed through those old pictures and nothing seemed much important at the instant. I drew out the biggest album and unlike other album it was in its top condition. It was bulkier and seemed as if it was recently used.

I put all the stuff back in the cabinet and closed its door. I opened the album, which was actually a scrapbook, as I walked back to the table with it in my hand. It had pictures of Kate growing up, her important life events. Her birthdays, the first time she talked, the first time she walked, her graduation and what not. It had all the events even her engagement, and the breakfast with the President. There were not just pictures in the book but the date and a small note accompanied all the pictures. This was the proof that he treasured his daughter more than anything that he still bothered to maintain this scrapbook over the years.

I closed the album and looked around the study once again. I had checked almost everywhere to look for Keith's journal, just his desk was remaining. I stood up and rounded off to the other side of the desk. I pulled open the first drawer and as expected it was full with office supplies. The middle drawer had some files, which seemed unimportant otherwise they wouldn't have been here. I pulled open the bottom drawer and it was almost empty except for a couple of envelopes.

I was about to push it close when my phone rang. I took it out to see that it was Kate calling me, for a minute I stared at her name. I was pretty sure that she was in the house, and knew where I was but she was calling me, "You really want to avoid this room, huh?", I muttered to no one in particular and received the call, when it was down to its last ring, "Hello?"
"Did my dad's ghost got you?", she asked me a dumb question in a quite innocent tone.
"No", I gave her the obvious answer, "He hasn't showed up yet, I guess he doesn't approve of me as his son-in-law to make an appearance."
"Oh", she said a little dully, "So what are you up to?", she asked me a little curiously.
"I was just trying to find your father's journal or something similar", I told her looking through the window.
"He wasn't into such stuff", she told me flat out, "So, you're wasting your time."
"Yeah I figured just a moment ago", I replied with a smile, "Is there something like that letter, you didn't tell me?"
"No", she replied and I smiled even more, somehow expecting that answer from her.
"I see", I said turning my back to the window.

"So anyways", Kate spoke from the other end, "Since you've been working so hard, I'm sending my love to you."
"Just the thing I need", I spoke a little sarcastically, and she laughed at the other end.
"It'll be there in a minute", she told me and I heard her tell someone to take whatever she was sending to me, "Now don't take too long in the haunted room."
And before I could tell her that I was already done with my work, Kate disconnected the call. I put the phone aside, feeling a little exhausted, "I need coffee", I said to no one in particular, closing the bottom drawer close with a kick from my foot.

As it closed I heard something hard and solid bang against the wood, which drew my attention to the drawer. The sound could easily be mistaken to be the drawer closing except that I heard it twice. One was the sound of drawer closing and I had to figure out what was the other sound. I bent down and opened the drawer with a considerable jerk and again I heard that sound. It was as if something was sliding inside the drawer and hitting the sidewalls as it was opened and closed. I again looked at the contents, and it was just empty envelopes, which couldn't have been responsible for this sound.

I knocked at the bottom of the drawer and it seemed hollow. I pushed that base down from a corner and it revealed a secret compartment in the drawer, along with the thing that was making the noise. It was small hardbound book. I took it out and closed the drawer, wondering why it was hidden. And before I could open the book to know the reason, someone knocked on the door, making me look up. I quickly put the small book inside my jacket's inner pocket, as the head maid entered the room with a tray in her hand.

The head maid, Maria smiled at me, "Kate sent me", she said walking up to me, "With her love", she held out the tray to me.
I looked down at the tray, "Oh coffee", I said taking the cup off the tray. Kate really nailed it with sending her love, with something I really loved, "Thanks!", I thanked the older woman.
"Don't thank me, Kate made it herself", the older woman told me, as I took the sip of my coffee, "She just didn't bring it."
"She put sugar in it", I muttered to no one in particular, but I couldn't deny that it was good despite the little amount of sugar.
"You said something?", Maria asked drawing my attention to her.
"Ah nothing, just wondering why she avoids this room", I made an excuse, as Maria started to arrange the things on that desk that I had moved whilst working, "Has she always avoided the room?"

"Ah no", Maria shook her head, "You don't mind if I clean this place a little", and I shook my head, as she continued with her work, "Kate started avoiding the study after her father's death."
"Why?", I asked her playing dumb, and watching her dust the books on the shelf and keeping back the things I pulled out in their right places.
"Well her father died in the study and maybe every time she walks in here, she is reminded of it", she answered in the clueless tone, "She changed a lot after her father died."
"Is that so", I wanted her to elaborate on it.
"Yes", the head maid stopped for a bit, "She didn't even cry when she came to know that", she spoke in a tone of extreme surprise, "She was such a warm person but after her father's death she became…", she didn't say it but I knew what she meant, having experienced those two extreme personas first hand, "I guess that's her way of handling things", she shrugged getting back to her work, "But I bet she must be different with you?", she questioned looking back at me briefly and smiling.

"What makes you think that?", I couldn't help but ask. Kate acted even more annoyingly with me at times.
"Well I saw it earlier", Maria answered my question in an obvious tone, making me clear my throat and fake coughs, "And of course she made you coffee now and I heard she made breakfast for you as well."
"It's nothing that special. It was just because you were missing in the morning", I told her in a casual tone, "By the way, where did you go so early in the morning?", I asked changing the subject.

Maria didn't look back at me as she spoke, "I went to see an old acquaintance, it was sort of an emergency", her voice was a little stiff, "I am really sorry for the inconvenience."
"No problem", I said casually, "So your friend is fine now?", I asked her, "What happened to them, if you don't mind me asking."
"Nothing much, just wanted to talk about some personal matter that was troubling him", she answered looking back at me, "Old people talk", she shrugged a little.
"I see", I said thoughtfully sipping my coffee.

My chain of thoughts was broken by sounds of music. I lifted my head to the ceiling; it seemed the sounds were coming from the upper floors. I looked at Maria, as she stopped to work as well. She also looked at the ceiling blankly for some time, as if confirming what she was hearing. Once she was sure that it wasn't her imagination, the lines of extreme surprise ran across her face. I was midway in the process of figuring out whether it was the astonishment of delight or if it was shock of disappointment, when she looked at me.

"She's playing", the head maid muttered to no one in particular.
"What?", I couldn't catch what the old woman said.
"It's Kate", she pointed to the ceiling, "She's playing the piano. It's been months since she last played the piano."
"It's her?!", I asked her a little surprised myself and she gave me a nod of confirmation.
"You should listen to her play sometime", the maid said with a smile, "She is quite brilliant at it", she spoke like a proud mother.
"Why not now", I set the cup down on the table and exited the study.

I walked to the stairs, and wasn't surprised to see all the servants crowding at the foot of the stairs listening to the music. The music Kate was playing was brilliant. For a moment I thought someone was listening to a piano record. I followed the music to make my way to the place, where she was playing the music. As I neared the place, she stopped and I literally cursed to having been missed that opportunity, but fortunately she started to play something that was even more melodious than the previous piece. I didn't waste any time and hurried to where she was.

When I reached the room, I was taken aback by the beauty of the sight before me. Kate looked angelic, as she sat playing the grand piano in that almost empty room. The light of the evening sun filtering through huge windows of the room lit it aesthetically, giving it the perfect ambiance. It made Kate look even more radiant than usual. Her fingers just flowed like an expert over the piano keys, in a fluid motion. I leaned against the doorframe, enjoying the music that she was playing. I was no expert about piano pieces but I somehow knew that this melody she was playing was definitely a custom piece.

I closed my eyes, feeling relaxed to the sound of that tune. I was in middle of wondering what emotions it carried, when all of a sudden Kate changed it and started playing something different. I opened my eyes and looked at her. She was still playing well but the piece radiated sadness, and I wasn't surprised to see a tear roll down her face. It always broke my heart a little to see tears in her eyes. And with a loud off key note she stopped playing.

"Why did you stop?", I asked walking further in the room, and she turned her head to look at me.
"How long you've been here?", she answered my question with a question of her own.
"Just right after you started playing the second tune", I told her taking a seat next to her, "But you played it for 30 seconds or so and before I could really enjoy the music you stopped playing."
"Maybe some other time then", she said raising herself off the seat and moving away.

(Kate's POV)

I started to move out of the room. I shouldn't have been here in the first place but maybe I was so happy that when I saw the piano I couldn't stop myself from playing it. But as soon as the memories came flooding in, my hands froze over the keys and I couldn't play anymore. I didn't want to be reminded of those memories and feel that way again. I felt Leon grabbing my hand stopping me from leaving and I felt this electricity run through me at his touch. I looked back at him and he pulled me to sit next to him.

"Play that song for me again", Leon spoke huskily, looking me in the eyes.
"I said some other time", I repeated it to him once again, trying to raise myself again but he didn't let me leave and wrapped an arm around my waist to keep me put.
"C'mon sweetheart, won't you do this for your husband", he asked tilting his head to a side and smiling at me sweetly.
I closed my eyes letting out sigh, feeling incapable to deny that request, "Alright", I turned to face the piano once again, "But consider this as a favor", I said to him faking a strict tone.
"I am indebted", he said a little formally yet animatedly that I couldn't help but smile.

Leon somehow always made me smile or I just want to smile when I was with him. He waved his hand in front of me and I stopped admiring his handsome face. I turned my attention to the piano and put my hand over the keys. With a deep breath of determination I started to play the music.

"No not this one", Leon stopped me and I gave him a confused look, "I want you to play the tune you were playing before this one."
"Alright", I gave a nod and played the tune.
"No", he stopped me again, "The one you played after this."
I was a little surprised that he could tell the difference between the symphonies I played, "I don't know which one you're talking about", I played with him a bit.
"The second tune you were playing", he told me clearly, "I want to hear that. It seemed something of your own."
"I don't remember the notes, it was just random", I lied to him, not really wanting to play that particular tune.
"Hmm…", he smiled at me, "Let me jog your memory then", he said and then he played the first notes of that tune.

"You know how to play?!", I said out loud in shock. He had not only listened to the tune but he also remembered and figured out the keys.
"A bit", Leon replied concentrating on playing the tune, "I picked up a few things, while I took President's daughter to piano lessons."
"You are full of surprises", I couldn't help but say completely amazed.
"Doesn't it make you fall in love with me more?", he asked with a smile, as he stopped playing, and turned to look at me.
"Yes", I answered with a smile as well, "It just increased your appeal even more. You don't fail to amaze me."

Leon let you a laugh, "I could say the same", he said stopping to play, "I mean it was a huge shock to know Kathleen Richardson cooks and it was bigger shock to know she plays piano as well", he smiled at me.
I smiled back at him as well, "Maria taught me to cook, when we used to hang out together. And…", I looked at piano, "I was four when I discovered this piano during a game of hide and seek with daddy. When I saw this I was mesmerized that I forgot that I had to hide. When Daddy found me, I was trying to lift the cover off of it. I asked him what it was and he told me it was a piano. He took me in his lap and played it worse than cat running on the piano keys", I told Leon remembering the time, "But I was fascinated with this piano and when he asked if I wanted to learn it, I said yes", I told him with a shrug, "He was really happy to know and got me a tutor from the very next day."

"So you've been learning it since you were four?!", Leon asked me in a tone of surprise and I gave him a nod, "And when did you write your own tune."
"Oh I didn't write it", I answered him with a shake of my head and he gave me a confused look, "My father did."
"I thought he didn't know how to play", he said confused, "Didn't you say he played like a cat running on the piano."
I laughed nodding, "Yes , he was very terrible in playing piano", I affirmed it, "But before I was born he tried to learn it for my mother. He told me that he failed at it miserably but he did learn how to write music so he wrote the tune for my mother instead. I thought I would learn and play it for my mother on her birthday but she left us before that."
"Oh I see", he said in a low tone, "I am sorry to hear that."

(Leon's POV)

"Don't be that sorry Leon, my mother is still alive", Kate made another shocking revelation, "She left this house and not the world."
"Oh", I said in tone of realization and she laughed a little, "You never mentioned her before."
"We never talked like this before", she said smiling tilting her head to a side.
"True", I agreed with a smile, "So why did she leave this place?", I questioned.
"Dad was always busy and couldn't give her time. So, she found love in another man", Kate answered casually, speaking in an obvious tone.
"And she left you alone with your dad?", I couldn't help but ask.
"Dad was more financially stable than her and her lover, so the magistrate thought it was best to give my custody to dad and my parents mutually agreed on it as well", she told me, "But they also had this mutual understanding and she visited me often."

"She was here for your wedding?", I asked her and she shook her head.
"She now runs a trust and she's often overseas fighting for its cause and we couldn't reach her", she answered with a shrug, "And the wedding couldn't be delayed because a lot of prominent people, including the President, were supposed to attend the wedding."
"I see", I said a little thoughtfully, "So she doesn't know what all has been happening in your life."

"Oh she was here for Dad's funeral", Kate told me, "She came to know about it through the news and she took the first flight to get here. She stayed over a couple of days but Aunt Pamela and she don't get along that well and she had some business as well, so she left a week later. The reporters keep her informed about everything and she even talked to me after Shawn's incident."
"Oh she called?", I asked her and she gave me a nod.
"She does call very occasionally because she's overseas most of the time, and it's hard to match the time difference", she told me with a slight smile.

I took a moment to rethink about her life. Though she was smiling at me but it wasn't hard to read the sadness on her face, "So you've been a lonely princess, huh?", I couldn't help but say.
Kate laughed once again, "And you're my knight in shining armor", she smiled gorgeously at me that for a moment I again thought of kissing her.
I shook my head to toss that thought out of my head and cleared my throat, "So umm… will you play that tune or not?", I asked her changing the topic.

Kate gave me a nod and turned to face the piano. I watched her pull her hair to her right side. She raised her hand and started playing that tune that I so wanted to hear. I watched her hands move expertly over the keyboard, as she played the song. She was so good that I could really feel the emotions in that tune. Midway between her playing, I turned to look at her and couldn't help but admire the pure beauty by my side. She turned to look at me briefly and smiled enchantingly.

I felt my heartbeat increase and felt my lips curl to return her smile. She got back to concentrating on playing the music and I kept my eyes on her. She played for maybe 3-4 minutes and I just sat there listening to the music. The melodic symphony and Kate's alluring pure beauty worked like magic and kept me mesmerized. I couldn't even calm down my heartbeats. And when she stopped I felt it all ended too soon.

Kate looked at me once she was done playing and smiled charmingly. I looked in her majestic blue eyes and she looked in mine. Her eyelids fluttered slightly and a tear streamed down her face. I raised my hand to get rid of that tear; I didn't like it on her anyway. She closed her eyes at my touch and I couldn't stop myself from caressing her rosy cheek. I pulled her face closer and leaned in closing the distance between us. I hesitated a little when our faces were an inch away from each other and a little voice told me that I wasn't doing anything wrong, she was my wife.

I captured her soft lips closing my eyes as well. I felt her hand on my shoulder, as we gently kissed each other. I wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her a little closer. The sensation of kissing her was like no other. All the rational thoughts and caution fled from my mind, when we kissed, and this raw instinct to just kiss her remained. I didn't want to do anything more than to just savor the taste of her soft lips. As we paced up the kiss, somewhere in the back of mind I wished that I could kiss her more often, because I've never been kissed this passionately like she does.

We hadn't been kissing for too long and things were just heating up when we heard a phone ring. I didn't want to stop and maybe Kate didn't want it either but still we both pulled from the kiss at the same time, panting a little. It was her phone that was ringing, so she took the call once she regained her normal pace of breath. I kept my silence as she talked on the phone. It seemed that it was someone from the work, from the serious and professional tone, which she used to converse with the person on the other side. Once Kate got off the call she called someone else, probably her PA, and asked him to book tickets for some place called Greenville.

"Where are we going?", I asked Kate once she got off the call, pretty much assuming that I get to tag along.
She smiled seductively, "Didn't I say we'll be going for our honeymoon", she replied standing up.
"Finally", I said following her out of the room as well.
"I knew all that righteousness was an act", she said narrowing her eyes at me.
I grabbed her hand and pulled her close to me, "It wasn't an act but your beauty corrupted the righteousness in me", I replied wrapping my arms around her waist.

"Is that so?", she said with a playful smile, hooking her arms around my shoulders, and I gave her a nod, "Didn't know I was that pretty", she added in tone filled with pride.
"So beautiful that I can't wait for us to get to this honeymoon spot", I carried on the act.
"Let's just go to our bedroom then", Kate said biting her lower lip and playing with my collar, "We can have a little mock honeymoon?"
"Not a bad idea", I said in a thoughtful tone, "But first let's just restore the energy that we burnt a couple of minutes ago", I added with a flirty wink.

Kate's cheeks flushed bright pink and she looked so cute that for a moment I thought of kissing her once again, but we both just ended up sharing a laugh together. It was after a long, long time that I shared a laugh with someone and it really felt good to be sharing it with her true personality. We both stopped laughing at the same time, but she continued to smile at me. We pulled away from each other and headed downstairs casually talking, and of course flirting with each other.

A/N: Thanks a lot for reading the chapter and I hope you all enjoyed it. I literally forgot that I had to put an update today so I practically rushed editing the chapter, so I am extremely sorry if I left any grammatical mistakes or typos there (I just didn't want to miss the usual time I update XD). If you have any thoughts, questions and complaints then please free to leave your comments, I am always delighted to know what you think about the chapter or the story. I'll see you next week with another chapter, till then take care! :D