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

      I wanted to feel carefree, courageous, and fearless again. My unmarried life was better. Was it? My heart snapped at me instantly. 

      I put my wavy into a high ponytail, with high-waisted white jeans and a bracelet off shoulders white blouse. I grabbed my white coat and donned it, "I should go to the office and distract myself. The more I think about it, the more It will hurt." I muttered to myself. 

      I smiled at myself in the mirror, reminding that loving yourself was important, he could do whatever he wanted with his gifts he got from our wedding.

      I grabbed my leather purse and spun. I stilled in my tracks. My breath caught in my throat. There he was standing in the doorway, wearing a grey suit, dark cream shirt, tie, he had just the right amount of muscle to make a girl weak at the knees. There was no smile over his handsome face, still, he was gorgeous, attractive. 

      I thinned my lips, "How dare you come in front of me? " I slurred the words out. 

      I stumbled a little in my plumps as I stormed forward. I was so furious at him. How could he expect a happy face from me after doing everything to me?

       He gripped my arm and his touch sent shock waves through my body, a swirl of emotions.

       "I wanna take you somewhere, " he whispered.

       I stared at him. I tried to push him off and walk away but he pulled me closer into him, my back to his front, "Leave me," I wiggled.

      His second arm came around, pinning my arms. He hugged me from behind. My breathing was getting heavier as I felt his hot breath on my neck. 

      "I'm not going anywhere with you," He told me. 

       His nearness was twisting my mind and warping my self-control. I couldn't fight him off when he was being so sweet despite my

 anger and crude tone. I needed to fortify my feelings. He just couldn't ruin my self-control. 

       "Come willingly or I'll carry you out on my shoulder," I felt his anger slightly. I pushed myself away. 

       "Leave me alone, " I begged in a half-hearted whisper, facing him. It would break me. 

       "You can ask anything but not this," He said with stern eyes. 

       "I want nothing to do with you, not now and not ever. Our wedding wasn't important to you ever. I don't need to repeat everything. You're just going to throw me out of your life and your house when you get the bet." I pointed at him and put some much-needed space between us. 

        The first time, I felt his gaze feigning sadness, it faded with his arms fastening around me. He pulled me back into him again. The feel of his breath on my hair and skin made my nerves tingle. 

        My stomach tightened. Heat surged through my body. My breathing turned shallow but I kept struggling. Why did he have this power and control over me? 

        "You need to know this," His hot breath fanned my ear. 

        I wasn't ready to look at him, "You're full of shit." I tried to yank him away. I couldn't. My strength was nothing in comparison to his. 

        I squealed when he scooped me up without warning. 

        "Put me down, Edward." I wiggled my legs. 

       He sighed and looked at me but didn't stop his feet. I was expecting him to take me out from the back door. My heart began to thud when he turned to the left-wing. 

       "Where are you taking me?" I darted my eyes around, " I swear if you did do anything without my consent. I'm gonna sue you." I certainly didn’t want him to have anything to hold over me. Not even my feelings. 

       He kicked the door behind him. I didn't notice I was clenching his shoulders, "Edward, please, I don't wanna hate you, don't do anything like our..." He pressed his lips on mine, cutting me off. 

       He placed me on the couch, still kissing me. He was warm, his lips soft. Slightly, he pulled back, "I wanna show you this," He said with a smile. It looked as if he wasn't offended by my angry words and the threat to sue him. 

       He sat on the couch next to me and grabbed some papers off the table. He stretched his hand. I couldn't bring myself to advance my hand. 

       He flashed a sad smile, "Our first company," He sighed looking at the papers in his hands as they were holding everything in his life. His words perplexed me, "They belong to my grandfather. Its income goes to NGOs, charities. I wanted it badly. Yesterday, dad signed it." He extended his hand. I raked my gaze over it. Understanding the letters, still I couldn't take them from him. He was the owner now with my ten percent share. I didn't get it. I looked up at him and saw him looking at me. 

       "It's important to me. You asked. What do I get out of our wedding? Then it's this. I want to make the words I made to my dying grandpa. He wanted it to run as grandma had planned. I'm doing the same." He placed the papers back. 

       "I can't understand you." My eyes stared at him in disbelief, "An unsolved maze," His smile told he heard me whispering. 

      "You don't need to understand me. There's no wall between us when I'm with you." He brushed the back of his knuckles on my cheeks. The breath caught in the back of my throat. As he stroked my cheek with his knuckles. My eyes were big and staring at him. He was still holding power over me. I had to make efforts to keep him away. The spell broke when he sighed in frustration, "You've got me all tied up." He whispered.

       I sighed slowly, feeling all my nerves on high alert, "You married me because of the last words of your grandfather to you." I asked, I was also feeling goosebumps on my skin. I was hoping he would distract me as well. 

       "At first, yes." He said. 

       "Then you hired her," I muttered, looking down at my hands in my lap.