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

14

 

 

              I needed to get a grip of myself. He was circling his index finger above my knee, though, his attention was on the road. 

       I tried to steady my breathing but it was no good. It wasn't just hunger. I love him. My feelings were tormenting me to give them wings. Crimson crawled my cheeks. I turned to face the window, almost hiding my face from him. 

      When I couldn't endure. I thought to ask him to stop. But he didn't need to have his effect on me. I didn’t know what to do with myself. I could feel every nerve in my body. I couldn't let this happen. 

      I slapped my hand over his, swiveling my neck, I lifted my single brow, "What are you trying to do?" I asked, definitely not in a pleasant tone. 

      He held my hand. His thumb began to rub the back of my hand. He was looking distracted, and seemed to have deep thoughts! 

       "Trying to distract myself, sweetheart." He lifted my hand to his lips and kissed.

      He had a puzzled look on his perfect face as if he was trying to figure something out. It confused me more. I had always seen him confident about things, a perfect king. It was only in our bedroom that I found him distracted around me in a good way. 

       "Is everything okay?" I asked. 

       "Do you like babies?" He asked. I was expecting a smile over his handsome face but nothing. His expressions were blank, blocking me from reading him.

      I laughed which I couldn't stop, "I should be the one asking you this question with my pregnancy news. Like hell nervous, how would my arrogant husband react?" I said. 

      "I'm not arrogant." He said, 

      "You're more than arrogant. An a******." I said over his behavior toward me. I did not peel my gaze off of him. I was frightened but determined not to show anything over my face. 

       "On the second day of our wedding, I was." He said.

      "Wow! Don't forget what you did the first night. I won't ever forget it." I shook my head. 

      "Have you forgiven me?" He asked. 

      "Yes," I said without thinking. I should say no. 

      He let out a long sigh and kissed the back of my hand again. His smile and easy relaxed manner brought peace within me, "You didn't answer." He said. 

       "Yes, they look cute," I said. I hadn't picked a baby in my arms ever. I highly thought that they would fall. I wouldn't hurt such a small and beautiful creature. 

       He laughed, "You don't know anything about them. Do you, Sienna?" He asked. 

       "No, but you seem to know," I muttered. 

       "I attend parties, fundraisers for NGO, for kids' welfare." He said. 

       "Yes, I forgot you're the new king," I muttered

       "I'm your husband for you," His gaze halted on my lips, "Only husband," 

       My heart reacted before the rest of my body, my stomach flipped. Where was this conversation going? I was nervous and didn’t want to look him straight in the eyes. I kept my gaze out 

       Soon, he pulled over the car reaching home. I didn't wait for him or his guard's instructions. I opened the door and stepped out. 

       I should go into a deep sleep before he enters the room. I didn't want to prolong the topic. 

       I would have said that I forgave him, but there was no chance I was going to forget that ever. He would have to hear from me his entire life. I was about to enter when his hand crawled around my stomach, tugging me back to his chest. My skin started to prickle where he was breathing and my heart was beating like a racer. 

       Why did he have to keep touching me? I was trying to force my feelings down. His one-touch and all my efforts died. His confidence and power were rooting me. 

       "Edward, let me go," I pushed his hand down. But I couldn't budge him away.  

       "I wanna hold you tonight," He said huskily. 

       I blinked at the wall in front of him. I didn't look at him, I was fearing his eyes would confiscate me and I would lose control over my head and heart. He needed to value our marriage first.

       He did but... ok, I'm making excuses.

       This was not how I had envisioned this day going. A large part of my mind was mulling over my husband and the rest one was considering my bestie. 

       He brought his face down towards my neck, inhaling me slowly and running his nose delicately along the skin on my neck. 

       I let out a shuddering breath. It would only lead to heartbreak and humiliation after he fed up with me. He only does one-night stands, he was in this wedding because his father forced him.

       What would he have offered him? It unsettled me. 

      "What did your father offer you to get into this wedding?" I asked. 

      His jaw tickled. His gaze turned intensely on the floor, "I need to make a call, hon." He spun. 

      "Then, he offered you something." I couldn't rein in my anger. Though, I had done this too. I was his wife because of money. Definitely, not his. I didn't have any bad intentions. He could shatter my delicate heart. That was why I was pushing him away. I was going to keep it on. 

      "Yes," He said, coming back to my face. He stared into my eyes for a second. He whirled and strode out of the room. He slammed the door behind him without looking at me. 

       Slowly I turned, still in disbelief, though I had done it too. I walked over to the bed in a daze. It hurt. 

       Anger surged through me. He should have just walked out of the room. I plonked down, clenching the sheet in my fists. He would have felt it too if….! 

 

 

 

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                       I was at his presumptuousness. How could he say it as he had done something very good, showing himself as he wasn't regretting doing to me? He was so arrogant, so cocky and sure of himself, I wanted to hit him. My feelings stopped me every time. 

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