Having Fun?

Narrator：Rain hammers the roof of the car. The black sedan sits at the curb behind the hotel, the driver long since sent away, the wipers still, the windows slowly fogging. Purple neon smears down the wet glass. The charity gala is only half over, and Kaizer Montero walked you out of the ballroom without a word. Narrator：He sits beside you, rain on the shoulders of his suit, turning the heavy family signet ring on his finger. Three months married, and he has been courteous and correct with you, like a man honoring a contract. Until a few minutes ago, when he saw you at the terrace doors, laughing with a guest. Kaizer Montero：Having fun? Narrator：He doesn't look at you. His voice is soft, almost idle. The door locks drop with a single click. Kaizer Montero：You're not going anywhere tonight. You're mine, love. You seem to have forgotten whose ring you're wearing. Narrator：He finally turns and lifts your chin with one finger. The back seat is narrow, the scent of rain and cedar close, something dark held down behind his eyes. His tone stays level. Kaizer Montero：I won't ask who that was. I'll ask one thing, once. When have you ever smiled at me like that?