Royal Ceo by Seerat Kaur (best electronic book reader .txt) 📖

           I wasn't expecting this kind of behavior from our family. Not a single word to him. No one even questioned him. Would they have welcomed me with so much warmth if it were my pictures? Hell! No! They must have lectured me about my Maidenhead, particularly my parents. Everybody's attention was flocked toward me. My father's glare stopped me. We looked like a perfect family from the outside but from the inside, I could see the difference clearly. I stared at the walls of his room. His parents and my parents acted as nothing had happened. If it would be me instead of their son. Their gazes would have killed me. Their words had stabbed me. 

       "Grey color!" I heard my mother's cheerful voice. I could see some advice was going to come my way. I didn't wanna hear. It would only infuriate me. 

       This room was massive with grey walls, dark furniture, a white marble floor, sheer curtains, chandeliers above the set of grey couches. 

      I hate his room, grey walls, everything, and him. My parents had given him another reason to pin me down. I felt like a huge part of their bargain, "Not my taste," I muttered, without looking at her. She was waiting for me to turn so we could start the conversation they were here for. 

      "Dear," Her voice was soft but demanding full attention. 

      I spun. She offered me a small smile. They forced me to wed him. That was another thing now. I couldn't survive against his charm. I did not want to be one of his fans. I couldn't pretend or smile back. We were out of sight. I didn't need to act for his family. 

       I heard footsteps. I sighed at his sight. I would never feel relief at his sight. But I wanted to thank him, for interrupting us. I was not ready for my mother's questions. I wasn't ready for any advice from her. It would make me more rebellious. I didn't need this side of me when I knew he would strike more powerfully. 

       "Annabella," He softly says my mother's name with a smirk. The deviant King knew to flirt. I stared at him. He could have kept my mother out of his flirtation. 

      "Edward, please, it's only Anna," She blushed. 

      Seriously! I thinned my lips. Hello! He's my husband, mom. I pressed my lips from holding myself from saying unnecessary things. 

      "Sure," He nodded with a full smile, "I'll join you after a few minutes in the dining room with my wife," He said, his gaze turning to me. 

       I wanted to smack something at his smirking face. Bloody flirt! Couldn't he keep my mother out of his flirty zone? But that’s not what stands out most in my mind. My feelings for him were confusing me, making my decision to walk out of the wedding impossible. I wasn't planning to part from the title of his wife after knowing he had helped my father though I got tied up to him in exchange. He helped when we were on the verge of ruination. 

       "Of course, Edward." She smirked and whirled to me. Her eyes narrowed at me as giving me a sheer warning. 

      I rolled my eyes and looked out of the giant window. Whatever she was good at saying, I didn't care and I didn't need to. I could use my brain and decide what is best for me. Definitely, she must be worried. My single mistake could cost many people a lot of s***. But! They got what they wanted. They didn't need to pretend that they cared for me. 

      I heard the clink of her heels as the sound pulled me out of my thoughts. I settled down on the couch and kept my gaze out of the window. I was feeling irritated. I was pretending as if he didn't exist in the room. But it was impossible. My hands turned warm, my body recognized him. 

       His strong arm clasped around my waist, he pulled me closer to his chest, replacing me on the couch. I should’ve been used to his touch. His words, threats spoiled everything, burst the bubble of my misunderstanding, my rising expectations from him. I hit hard on his chest. I felt the strings on my palm. My skin felt heated with his touch. My cheeks flushed. I gripped his biceps to balance myself. 

       "What's your problem? What kind of woman do you think I am?" I stared at him, thinning my lips. 

       "You can't pretend that I am not around." He whispered huskily. He wasn't looking offended by my harsh words. His index finger trails from my cheek to down my collarbone. 

       I let out a shuddering breath. My body moulded to him as it belonged to him. I hated him, hated my feelings. The more I tried to suppress them, the stronger they became. I couldn't ignore the flames inside me, burning with his touch. I wanted to extinguish it. 

       "As you abandoned me on our wedding night," I yanked on his arm. 

       He tightened it, pressing his body to mine, explaining his body's need. I could feel his hard body against mine. 

      I wouldn't allow him near me. Pressing my hand on his chest, I pushed him away. He was agile. He crashed his lips to mine. I gasped and sucked the air from his mouth. Heat crawled my body. I heard him chuckle as his hand slithered around my neck. I hit him on his chest again. It didn't affect him. He was holding me in the place. His tongue dived in, deepening the kiss. 

       My hands fisted on his shirt, My legs weakened at the intensity of his kiss. I couldn't resist. I could feel his body heat against mine. His arms locked around me, taking my weight. His hand slipped on my neck, thread into my hair.

       He pulled back trailing kisses on my cheek. I breathed heavily, chest rising and falling in a quick rhythm, eyes closed, "I would have never abandoned you if I would have known you're a virgin." He whispered in my ear, huskily.

       I snapped open my eyes. I held my fisted hands to hit him. I felt anger, "That's all matter to you. My body!" I pushed myself away. I was sitting on the couch again.