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

                               I threw a pillow at him in frustration. He caught it and put it down on the chair in front of the vanity. The corner of his lips curved in. He got back to his cufflinks. He was going to the office and I was staying behind at his English palace of royalty. It was just his other royal castle. My lips flattened in irritation. 

       He slipped his arms in his coat. I was not bothered to be caught staring at him. He turned to me with a slight smile. He took my chin between his fingers and drew me up in a deep kiss. 

       "Let me know if you have plans with your friend or anywhere." He whispered. His smile made my stomach flip. I hated that he could make me feel against my desire. 

       "Or what?" I pressed my lips together more firmly. 

       "I'll put guards around you," He straightened his back. 

       "What!" A pounding headache was pressing against my temples, I rubbed my fingers over my temple, "That's insane," It was quite exasperating. No one could watch me over when I enjoy my time alone. That'd be freaking insane. 

      "It's your choice, hon," He said, smirking. 

      "Don't call me that," I said in exasperation. 

      His smirk widened, "See you in the evening, hon," He said. 

      I thinned my lips. Our gaze locked when he kept looking at me closing the door. A smile crawled over my face when he wasn't in view. The door opened. My eyes dilated in shock. He wiggled his brows before closing the door. I felt my body on fire, cheeks heated in embarrassment. Ghosh! He caught me smiling. I ran over to the door and cracked it open. He was gone. I rested my head back and inhaled a deep sigh. 

       He can't do that. I won't allow him. 

    I hit my head with my palm softly, "Where's my self-control?" My voice was full of irritation. 

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                   I plopped down on the couch and stared at the new popped up email. I clicked randomly. My eyes widened as I stared at it in disbelief. 

      "He sent me his schedule," I squealed. A huge grin spread over my lips. 

      I dropped the phone on the wrinkled bed sheet, still grinning like a mad person. My feet touched the soft carpet and I walked over to the bookcase. I plucked a book randomly and sat down. I needed a distraction. I was smiling without any reason, just recalling him in my mind. 

     My gaze drifted over to the phone. I pushed it back on the book and forced myself to read. I wanted to look into his schedule one more time. It wouldn't be enough. 

      After many efforts to push me into the reading I gave up. If you'd ask me, what had I read? I did not have an answer. I pushed the book away. A book couldn't make me forget what happened between us. I couldn't see down in my body without recalling him in my mind. I didn't know. What should be my reaction? But I was grinning every time. Almost all the time! 

      My feet carried me over to the mattress. My smile and he never disappeared from my mind. I bent to pick up the phone. But I was stubborn to hear my heart and feelings. They called me every time and pushed toward him. I'm crazy for him. 

     I walked back to the couch and plopped down my stupid smile. My cheeks began to hurt. I stared at the screen. I put it aside with a soft sigh. 

      I grabbed the book again and forced myself to read it. But my mind was still in him, his abs, chiseled body, his calmness, sangfroid to hold his anger. He was a perfect king in my sight. Indeed, everyone thought so. But no one is perfect. Every time I looked at him. I doubt it. 

      "He's titled, aristocratic and the media call him Royal CEO. He's a bloody Punisher, too." I pressed my fingers on my lower stomach softly. But I couldn't ignore the feelings inside my heart and a low voice in my mind that was waiting for him to come back to his palace. So I could see him, touch him. 

      After forcing myself to read, I frowned at the book. If anyone asked me what was the book about? I still had no answer. I didn't even remember the name of the author. All was happening because of him. 

      I pushed myself up and put the book with a thud on the table and grabbed the magazine. I moved away from the couch and table. 

      All the air left my lungs as I felt strong arms holding me from behind. I struggled and hit him hard with the magazine over his head. 

      "F***!" My eyes widened as I looked over my shoulder. His one hand went to his head and I was hanging in the tight ring of his one arm around me. 

     "Edward!" I squealed with big shocked eyes, "Make noise when you walk in." I brought my hand up to his forehead to look at the damage. He moved his hand away and I rubbed my palm where I hit him. It was just a magazine, not something harmful. 

     He glanced at me with his usual attractive smile. My inside warmed, "You're driving me fucking insane," He muttered more curses under his breath. 

     I laughed, "His majesty, your language." My head rested on his shoulder as I threw it back. I didn't notice in my merriment with my thoughts that it was almost noon. 

     "Hon... Don't push me." He fastened his second arm around me and began to walk. He placed a delicate kiss on my cheek. 

     "What are you doing here? It's not even noon," I asked. I wasn't certain about the time. It was around noon, I guess. 

     "Good question, and you're the answer to this." He propelled me on the soft mattress and peeled off his coat. 

     My feelings were mixed up and confused, "What are you doing? You can't heft me like this," I complained. He loved to control everything, including me. I didn't mind. He didn't need to know this. 

      He wants me. I can feel it. I want him too.