FLASH MARRIAGE; CHARMED BY THE RUTHLESS BILLIONAIRE CEO

"Blaze, please, we are..."

"Don't you EVER..." Blaze growled in a repressed voice cutting Kelvin off. "...call me by my first name again."

"I'm sorry, Mr Anderson," Kelvin heaved a sigh, frustrated by Blaze's intermittent outburst which made talking in the meeting a nightmare.

"We came to discuss a very important matter with you. But first, we need to make things right concerning my younger sister's misbehaviour."

"What exactly do you intend to make right?" Blaze scoffed, his voice extremely terrifying.

"To be honest, I have no idea what Tina may have done to you or your wife. After the episode with your wife at the restaurant, I spoke to my sister at length and she told me things that I now believe are lies."

"Such a pity. You must currently feel like the most gullible fool of the century." Blaze snarled.

"Mr Anderson, please, you don't have to keep insulting us. We are not claiming to be perfect." Eunice cut in upset by Blaze's continuous disrespect and insult.

"Mum..." Kelvin shot his mom a displeased look.

Even Rowland was disgusted by his wife's choice of words, knowing her temperamental Blaze was.

"Certainly Mrs Stevens, I can smell your imperfection and desperation from a mile away. You think I'm not aware of all the stunts you pulled, going through my mum and encouraging your daughter to seduce me even when you knew I was happily married."

"Hmph..." Amelia scoffed recalling what Maria told her about Eunice.

"Even if I were to ever consider listening to the garbage your husband and son are about to say, you, just like your worthless tramp of a daughter do not deserve my attention. I think we are done here."

Blaze stood up, unable to tolerate the Stevens's presence one more second.

"I need you all to get up and get the hell out of this place before I have you thrown out." He barked loudly, forcing all three out of their seat, their body trembling.

"Mr Anderson, please, forgive us." Rowland pushed his pride aside as he pleaded knowing his son's life was on the line. "If you don't want my wife here, I can send her away. Please."

"I said get out." Blaze thundered, his gaze shooting lasers.

"Please, I think you all should leave," Amelia interjected, holding her husband's arms. "Just wait outside while I have a word with my husband."

"Thank you, Mrs Anderson." Rowland plastered a smile of gratitude on his face before tilting his head to his trembling wife. He shot her one nasty glare as if he were about to strangle her with his eyes before walking out of the lounge with his equally enraged son following behind him.

"I'm so sorry for everything." Tears streamed down Eunice's eyes, as she hurried out of the lounge, knowing her husband was going to eat her raw if they missed the opportunity to save their son's life.

The air inside the lounge was saturated with Blaze's highly inflammable rage that a lit match at the moment could cause a devastating explosion.

Amelia knew she was the only person standing in the way of her husband and preventing him from going berserk on Tina's family. She slowly stood up, still stroking his stiffened arm, her gaze subtle and full of compassion.

"Sweetheart..." Amelia slowly made her husband face her, raising his chin up to look into his bloodshot eyes. She could see the raging storm swirling in those darkened grey orbs pulling her closer to him like a magnet.

"I'm sorry for putting you in this position."

"You don't have to be s...."

"Shh..." Amelia placed a finger on Blaze's warm lips, her heart pounding. "You don't have to say anything either. I can feel your pain. Let me handle this. You don't have to say or do anything. You just have to trust me."

Blaze gulped down the lump in his throat bobbing his head up and down like an obedient puppy being stroked on the head by its owner.

Amelia leaned closer, her warm breath fanning against Blaze's flushed face, almost suffocating him with desire.

"Let me ease the tension. Let me take all the pain away." Amelia whispered brushing her lips against his, giving him the green light to kiss her.

Blaze, who had been dying for the last couple of days to hold and kiss his wife, didn't wait for a second invitation as he sensually wrapped his arms around Amelia's waist, pulling her closer, until there was no space between them.

"I love you so much, honey," Blaze whispered, savouring and tasting the blend of her grape wine and fruity lip gloss on her soft lips.

"I know." Amelia didn't reciprocate his gesture. She was in no hurry to use the L-word until she was certain she had completely taken possession of her husband's body, mind and soul.

Tenderly cupping her face with both hands, Blaze softly kissed her, tasting every bit of her slowly until the fire in him melted her like butter in his arms.

Outside, Rowland kept his distance from his crying wife, afraid of losing his temper on her in public.

Kelvin, on the other hand, reached out to his sister and cajoled her into confessing all she did, stressing that his life may depend on her complete honesty.

As Tina opened up about all her crimes in her pursuit to get Blaze back, Kelvin put the call on speaker mode, for his parents- who were now standing beside him- to hear.

Eunice almost passed out of shock as she listened to her daughter talk about the email and its ripple effects on Blaze and Amelia.

"You did all of this just to get a man?" Kelvin was speechless at the end of Tina's confession.

"Tina, how could you?" Eunice held her banging forehead, her own misery more intense due to her culpability.

"Mum, I'm sorry." Tina was crying from the other end.

"Now you listen very attentively, Tina. It will be in your best interest that I do not lay my eyes on you for the time being." Rowland said in a bitterly enraged voice, tears pulling at the corner of his eyes. "Because if I do, I will commit a felony. I do not want to set my eyes on you anywhere near my home or my properties."

"Honey..."

"Shut up, Eunice." Rowland seethed, speaking in a low repressed voice. "Do not even cough out one more word, if you do not want me to transfer my anger to you. Your days of ruining this family just for the sake of pleasing your daughter are over. You can either stay married to me or leave to be with your daughter."

"Mr and Mrs Stevens...." The manager of the restaurant politely approached the quarrelling family.

"Yes." Rowland came forward, his eyes hopeful.

"Mr and Mrs Anderson will see you now."