"will be late! Oh shit!" I ran around the room, stuffing things in my bag.

"Help me, idiot! Stop standing there and sulking!" I shouted at Calix who stood leaning against the door with a not so pleased look on his face.

"You are leaving me." He muttered in a gloomy voice making me pause.

Oh, not this again. I swear if it were up to him, he would ask me never go for the World Cup and just spend my whole life locked up here with him.

I planted my hands on my hips. "Calix, stop acting like we are getting divorced."

On hearing that, his scowl deepened and he pushed off the door and stalked to me and gripped my jaw in between his fingers tilting my face upwards to him. "Tell me, are you going to divorce me when these six months end?"

"Isn't that what we agreed on?"

He glowered down at me. "Don't fuck with me, Althea and answer me...are you going to divorce me and then go marry someone else?"

I wanted to mess with him so I said, "Maybe...who knows I'll find someone there in England..."

His eyes blazed with rage and he removed my spectacles and threw them gently on the bed before his mouth slammed on mine with a force.

Over the week, Calix has kissed me a million times and I got used to it, to us but everytime our lips meet, my body comes alive.

I wanted to take our marriage one step further and Calix wanted that more than me but I am scared a little, I don't know why and I told him that I wasn't ready for it and he didn't try forcing me but that didn't mean he didn't kiss me at every opportunity.

His lips were firm and soft at the same time as his tongue plundered my mouth, rendering me breathless, it was as if he was staking a claim on my soul.

I gripped the collar of his shirt, holding myself up as his one hand tangled in my hair and the other cradled my face.

He dominated my mouth and kissed me desperately and with a purpose and only parted a bit when we ran out of oxygen. "You are fucking mine, Althea. You are my wife, I don't give a fuck about what we agreed on initially. You are staying with me till death do us apart."

And without giving me a chance to reply, his mouth claimed mine again harshly and I moaned softly into the kiss. Gradually, he slowed down and his tongue gently caressed mine before he eventually pulled back.

Panting, I placed my forehead on his chest as his hands wrapped around my waist pulling me closer.

"Don't fucking talk about divorce again. There will be no divorce."

"What if I want one?" I muttered against his chest and lifted my head to see his reaction.

Pure vulnerability was etched on his face. "I thought...you didn't hate me anymore..."

Shit. This was supposed to be a joke. But I guess I am hurting him now.

My heart was consumed by him, there was no way I was going to leave him. Ever.

I got on my tiptoes and pressed a kiss to his mouth. "Relax, I am just messing with you. I have already given you my first kiss, I am not going to leave you now."

Relief washed over his face and he hugged me tightly. "That's right. Even if you tried to leave me, I would drag you back and lock you up."

He had lifted me off my feet so that my chin was resting on his shoulder and I chuckled. "That's a huge red flag...the locking up part."

"Ask me if I care." He grumbled.

I know he wouldn't do that, no matter how much he claims not to be a gentleman and a cold hearted person, he is a big softie underneath everything. And I know he would never do anything to hurt me.

"Okay." And I pressed a kiss to his neck before sliding off him and picking up my spectacles I wore them again and zipped up my cricket kit.

He still looked gloomy as he watched me pack as if he wanted to say something so I asked him, "What's wrong, Calix?"

He shook his head and kissed my forehead. "Nothing..."

I frowned. "No, tell me."

Sighing, he leaned down and placed his forehead on mine. "I might not be able to come to England after two weeks."

"Then when?"

"I don't know..." He whispered.

"But...you said...and why?"

"Carsten has been planning something considering how he took a step back all of a sudden after our fight and there's just so much of work to do that I have been neglecting for the past few weeks. I don't when I will be able to get free from them..."

I stepped back. "That means you won't be there at all? Not for a single match?"

"That's not what I meant, I will be there but I am not sure when. Two weeks, three weeks or even four weeks...I don't know..."

Oh...I was saddened by that. I wanted him to be there when the matches start but he is the freaking CEO of a huge ass company and he can't just leave everything for me.

I nodded slowly. "Oh, okay...I understand...but try to finish everything and be there as soon as possible."

He kissed me on my lips lingeringly. "I promise, baby."

Our conversation was cut short when my phone rang, it was Cassie, my vice captain and she called me to ask where I was and I had to lie that I was already on my way to the Sydney Cricket Ground.

We all are supposed to assemble there and then take the team bus to the airport.

With the help of Calix, I carried all my things down and loaded it in his car trunk and he then drove me to the ground.

While my stuffs were being loaded in the team bus, I turned to Calix and hugged him tightly. He rested his chin on top of my head and holding me securely he swayed our bodies side to side a bit.

"I am going to fucking miss you, baby." He whispered, kissing the top of my head.

I didn't hold back and admitted, "I'll miss you too, idiot."

We pulled back and he kissed me softly for a few seconds as we kept it chaste considering we were out in the public and he then once again kissed my forehead, letting his lips linger there.

"Okay, love birds, that's enough. My single ass is crying over here seeing you two." Cassie's voice caused us to pull apart and I chuckled when I saw her frowning at us.

I slid my gaze back to Calix. "Is there any way I can send her on a blind date with Lucian?"

"Lucian and blind date?" He scoffed. "Please, she will leave crying."

"He can't be that bad..."

"You have no idea, baby. He doesn't show his emotions and doesn't date at all. I am the only one he is comfortable with."

"Oh..."

"The bus is leaving!" Cassie shouted out to me and climbed in.

Calix sighed softly, brushing away some hair from my forehead, his eyes roaming my face before his head dipped down and he brushed our lips together. "Fuck. How am I supposed to survive without you?"

My cheeks turned pink. He sometimes says such romantic stuffs that it makes me question why I ever dated those people when this idiot existed and was and is fucking obsessed with me.

I pressed a lingering kiss on his lips. "You will survive, idiot. You are just being dramatic."

And I finally pulled back but not before I got on my tiptoes and planted a kiss on his cheek and whispered in his ear, "I'll miss you..." And then I added, "...baby."

And I ran away before he could react. Sitting inside the bus, I gazed out to where he was standing, his cheeks slightly tinted with a coat of pink. He was blushing. Can he get any cuter?

I waved to him as the bus started moving and smiling softly, he waved back and sent me an air kiss which I reciprocated.

Cassie slumped down on the seat beside me. "Ugh, PDA. I hate it."

I smacked her shoulder playfully. "You are just jealous."

"Of course, I am." She rolled her eyes. "But then finding the right man is a hard task so I would rather remain single than wasting my precious time on assholes. Consider yourself lucky that you got a husband like him."

I could feel my feelings getting stronger for him and I smiled at her. "I know. I am lucky to have him as my husband."

Calix Hanzall Andrews, what are you doing to me?