Author's note: This chapter might have some eroticism. Please keep it in mind. Thanks for understanding.
After that word, everyone tensed up visibly. But everyone maintained their composure.
Then Dariush leaned toward the desk, threading his fingers together on it. His voice was serious with contained rage: "Continue. I am all ears to hear." (His expression grew serious.)
Shira swallowed her spit. She took a deep breath and said calmly: "After that incident... I mean, actually after you, milord, saved my life... I got suspicious about something." (At the same time, she remembered the biggest market of Shiraz that had caught fire.) "In fire incidents, nothing will ever explode... Unless there is something like gas or even oil... But in the market.... There wasn't any oil or gas that day... Only food and clothes."
Eira's expression darkened, and she growled under her breath.
Kian clenched his jaw tight, and his eyebrows twisted.
Cobra didn't show any reaction except a visible twitch in her right eye. She let out a long, drawn-out exhale.
Dariush remained stoic and listening.
Then Shira hissed out cold air as she saw the reactions. She cleared her throat and said: "I-I mean... Perhaps there was a terrorist incident. Someone might have done it actually. After the fire ended... I did research around that market and in that market." (She remembered every detail at the same time she said it.)
Shira continued and said: "And I found... nothing... Just burned bodies... Especially a thin one that had some scars too... Even though it wasn't too visible."
Everyone turned their heads to Dariush. The room fell into silence for a few moments. The silence was uncomfortable and deafening.
Then Dariush spoke. His voice was commanding yet purposeful, cutting through the silence: "Shira... I want you to see if you can find anything else. Cobra... Help her. And more importantly..." (The corners of his lips turned downward.) "I want the person who did that... alive. I want to kill them myself. Take your time, and research carefully. But I only want results."
Cobra stood up instantly and bowed. Shira bowed too. They both, without saying anything else, hurried out.
Then Dariush said again, this time to Kian without turning his head to him: "Kian... I want you to research more about Arvin Emerald Wood. And his family and his empire. Take your time for research; I just want results, soon or later."
Kian, without saying anything, bowed and left the office.
Dariush leaned back against his chair and sighed deeply: "What a long day. So fucking long." (He ran his fingers through his black, mid-length hair. His pink pupils glistened because of the lit fireplace in the office.)
Eira stood up and walked behind him, starting to massage his shoulders: "It's okay, my dear. It's okay..." (She whispered softly, and then she leaned down and kissed his cheek.)
Dariush smiled tiredly. He put one of his hands on Eira's hand: "Thank you for being here for me..."
The sun was setting, casting low yet golden light through the window behind them into the room.
Eira smiled warmly and leaned in even more, wrapping her arms around his neck and nuzzling into his hair. Then she whispered softly: "Let's go to the bedroom... I will take care of your stress."
Dariush burst out laughing.
Eira grinned ear to ear with amusement and then moved to Dariush's left side, blushing slightly and saying shyly: "Don't laugh!" (She whined softly and clutched his coat and chest.) "I can't help it. You are both sexy and tired. Both—I need you and I want to make you feel better."
Dariush stood up and wrapped his arms around her, kissing her forehead. Then he whispered: "Thanks for everything, my dear. But only your presence is enough to make me feel better."
Eira's face turned fully red. Then she buried her face in his chest, mumbling: "You are too damn romantic." (She said it with playful annoyance.)
Dariush smirked and whispered something in her ear that made her whimper and shudder. Then she nodded eagerly.
Dariush suddenly lifted her like a bride, making her gasp. Then she fully leaned against Dariush's chest.
Dariush started walking out of the office, walking through the halls.
Every single butler and maid showed knowing smiles and looks—some even gasped softly, some had their cheeks blushed, and some snickered.
But neither Dariush nor Eira cared.
Dariush arrived at a big double door. Then he opened it and went inside. It was the bedroom—the same bedroom as always. He locked the door behind him.
The room was dimly lit, with both the fireplace and small lamps. The bedroom was lavish and luxurious, with a king-size bed. Its sheets were red, and its wood was black with some small gold details.
Dariush put Eira on the bed and positioned himself between her legs, spreading them with his hands. Then he smirked, and Eira's face flushed.
Dariush leaned closer, his muscular body pressing against her huge, curvy, and elegant body. Then he captured her lips in a passionate and deep kiss.
The night dragged on—getting undressed and having their steamy night in peace.
But outside the room, some maids pressed their ears to the door as they heard Eira's moans and occasional dirty talk between Eira and Dariush.
They gasped softly and blushed. Then suddenly, Eira cried out, "OH FUCK YES!" At that, the maids ran away quietly, blushing and giggling.
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The next morning in the bedroom: Both Eira and Dariush were cuddling. Eira was in Dariush's arms, her head on his chest, and Dariush's arms wrapped around her. A blanket covered their lower bodies.
Eira slowly opened her eyes as soft golden sunlight hit them. She looked up and smiled warmly, then whispered: "He's so perfect."
Dariush suddenly said: "And you are so fucking adorable and beautiful." (Then he opened his eyes and looked down at her with a warm smile.)
Eira's eyes widened, and she buried her face in Dariush's chest, her ears and cheeks turning red.
Dariush started stroking her hair and then whispered: "Good morning, my bloody sunshine."
Eira snuggled deeper into him and then whispered back: "Good morning... my dear husband... my... Dariush." (Her voice trembled slightly.)