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

       "H...." I open my mouth to speak. 

       He pressed his lips again, "I'll f**k you right here. if you dare to evoke it." He drew his face back. A cold smile twisted his lips. 

        I bit the inside of my lips as heat crawled through my body. He was looking dead serious about it.  He gave me a hard look. 

       ' If he can bring a second woman to **** on his wedding night, he can do this too. His threat doesn't seem empty. His hand is already crawling on my thigh. '

       "Remove your hands," I said with a fake smile on my lips. The same smile was glued on my lips on our wedding day. 

       "We need to talk," He says, eyes blazing. 

       "  I don't give a damn. " I muttered under my breath. 

       "Ma'am, should I come later?" The pretty waitress asked, holding the tray. She was looking at him with wide eyes, a broad grin, and a shocked look. She didn't notice we were arguing. 

       "No, please," He said with a smile and motioned her to put the tray. 

       She gleefully placed it on the table. She didn't avert her gaze from him. She wrings her hands as she places the tray on the table, "Can I have a selfie with you, please?" She pleaded. 

       "Sure," He smirked. 

       I rolled my eyes inwardly. If I weren't here he must be flirting with her and persuading her to spend the night with her. 

              Playboy! 

       She took out her phone from the pouch of her apron and came closer to him. Bending on her knees she took a picture of them. She didn't offer to have a click with me. I thinned my lips and stared at her. Her smile wavered as her grey eyes met mine. 

       ' Can't she see my swollen lips? '

       With another smirk, she hurried in. 

       He glanced at me with another s**y smirk as he found it humorous. I thinned my lips once again and advanced my hand for my breakfast. 

       My hand stopped before I could touch the tray. Another frown creased my brows. She brought breakfast for two people. 

       "Intelligent chick," He said with a smirk and grabbed the plate from the tray. 

       "Unprofessional people," I blurted 

       Things seemed out of control with this man around me. 

       "Where do you want to start? You broke into my room last night. Clicked my pictures. Without my permission or your hair? " His fingers curled around the cup as he took a sip of his black coffee. 

        ' He didn't even make an order but she knows what he likes to eat. Would that! I could tell her about last night? The way! The waitress was looking at him. I don't think it would bother her. She's enjoying the view. '

        I leaned forward. I knew all the gazes were on him. I cleared my throat, "I've nothing to start with you. Sign the divorce and get out of my life," I snapped in a slow voice, "I'm not sure, this marriage would ever work," I leaned back and grabbed my fork. 

        I began to eat my salad and slid the glass closer to me. I was expecting a cold gaze from him. 

       My eyes widened when his hand slipped on my thigh. I hardly swallow a bit of cucumber. He slid it under my dress. Another gulp worked through my throat. Heat crawled my body. My stomach released thousands of butterflies.

      ' I hate that he can make me feel like this. I wanna stab him with a fork, '

         "Let's talk after reaching our room, darling." He said, pressing his fingers on my skin. 

        I inhaled a deep breath which I was holding when his fingers drew back. He leaned back in his chair and stared at me quietly. I couldn't eat after this. I pushed myself up and spun to leave.