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

      When I didn't stop struggling to get free from his hold, he let go of me. The air was tense and awkward. 

      I stormed into the room. I felt pain in my arms where he was clenching them. I would never figure him out, he was always so guarded. He couldn't f*****g tell her that I'm. His wife. What should I expect? I knew this day would come. He would break my heart. 

      "What the heck is this, Sienna?" He stormed into the room and spun me swiftly to face him. He was fuming. 

      "How the fuck dare you to invite your girlfriend when I'm still alive," I bellowed, staring at him, breathing heavily because of my anger. 

      "I’ve done nothing wrong today and all I’m getting is attitude from you. " He sniped. 

      "Get the f*** out of my sight," I said in exasperation. 

      "Sienna," He told me in a low voice, his gaze shot warning me to mind my tongue. 

     I never felt so helpless, crazy, and mad all at the same time. I wanted to cry while screaming. He made me feel worse. He! My f****** feelings, I felt for him. It was all their fault. 

      He saw me rubbing my arms. He lifted his hand to touch me. I yanked him away and turned my back to him. I found it hard to talk about feelings, express myself. 

      I shivered when he scooped me up, "Don't touch me I mean it. You f****** bastard, you can't tell her I'm your wife." I snapped and lifted my both hands to hit him. 

      He let me hit him. When I felt anguish and tired. I stopped. He pulled me in a hug. I didn't hug him back. He sighed and kissed my cheeks, "I'm not good at expressing my feelings." His words softened my heart.

      "There was nothing to express when she was insulting me." I shot. 

      "My wife shouldn't dress up like this," He said. 

      I thinned my lips, "Congratulations, I'm feeling out of space. First your girlfriend and now you," I stared at him. 

      "She's not my girlfriend and I didn't mean that." He said, with clenched hands. He breathed out, "Hon," His gaze was soft at me. 

      "Don't call me that," I made my way to the bathroom. It was just an excuse. What the heck man! Dress like his wife! I glanced at my reflection. I was angry. Perhaps, he wanted her back in his life. He must have gotten fed up with me by now. That could be a big reason for inviting her here. My mind was spiraling out of control with all the possibilities.

       I glanced at my clothes, simple blue jeans, pink half sleeves top. A simple girl. He was a king. His girlfriend looked like a queen. . Y jaw tightened in annoyance

             F*** them off! 

      I wiped my cheeks. I blew the air out of my lungs. I reached for the handle of the door and twisted it. My gaze landed on him. He was still there where I left him. 

      "You don't need to hire a hooker or ask your girlfriend to provoke me. Just spill the words, you'll get it, man." I grabbed my phone and shoved it in my jeans pocket. Then I gripped my car's keys and shoved the clutch in the same hand. 

      It hurt so much. I preferred the strong side of me. He wouldn't be satisfied seeing my sad crying face. 

     "Sienna, I don't know anything about her visit. Don't talk like that as you're calling it a day." His jaw clenched. He has serious anger issues. 

      "What on earth have you planned, Edward. I'm not your type. I don't fit into your Royal Society." I spun, my eyes halted on him. There I made a mistake. He melted my heart every time with his innocent look. 

      His eyes were soft on me, "I didn't mean to say that. Shouldn't you hear me before labeling her my girlfriend?" He asked, walking close to me. His hand began to run up and down my arm. 

      I pushed the feelings away. He wouldn't get anything out of me, "Words are out MR. You can't take them back." I took a step back. 

      I felt weak but he didn't seem to notice behind the mask. I refused to look at him again. He crawled his a around my waist and turned me to look at him. He was so handsome. He rubbed his nose against mine. My stomach tightened. His hot breath fanned my lips as he gave me a gentle peck on the lips. Dead serious expression played on his face, "I didn't mean them,"

      "You're justifying her action," I muttered.

      He placed feathered kisses along my cheek, jaw, neck. His hand slipped in my hair, "I want you to trust me, Hon." He said. His eyelids were heavy with lust. I felt warm. 

      I didn’t know how I would ever get over him and I hoped I’d never have to. But after today, I was doubting it. He could have left me any time, "On what basis do you demand trust?" I asked.

      "Hon," He kissed me. 

      I put my hand on his chest and pulled myself away at the door. 

      "Where are you going?" He asked, slapping his hand on the door. It closed with a loud thud. 

      "Out," I grabbed the handle again and pushed it to open. He was so strong I couldn't move it an inch, "What's your problem?" I tried to elbow him. 

       He held me and twirled. My back hit the door. 

      "Our mothers are friends. She'll check into the hotel in the evening. I really didn't know why is she here? But it's not what you're thinking." He said. He was telling the truth. His eyes were telling. 

      "I don't fit in you f***** word. I got it very clearly. Now, get your hands off of me." I needed to go before I started crying. 

      "Sienna," He softly said. 

      I exhaled, putting most of the weight on the door, "Just let me go," I said. 

      "I can't. I'm so sorry. I shouldn't say that. I love you the way you're. " He said in a low voice. 

     Shock paralyzed me. My big eyes stared at him. He used the L-word for me. My knees became jelly. Did he confess his love for me? No, I must have heard him wrong. But I heard him. Clearly! I felt my knees give way. He held me tight and pushed me to his chest. His body was hard against me.