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

             He did seem a little different when it was just the two of us. He seemed a cold personality. I wanted to kill and like at the same time. I didn't want to fool myself. This… wasn't getting us anywhere. It wouldn't vanish soon. The imprint would stay longer than my imagination. I could hope… he didn't crush me. He lifted me into his arms and carried me to the bathroom. We made out way silently. 

       "Now! Leave me alone." I told him. I should try to escape again. The question was… could I do it? By law, we belonged to each other, physically too but not by heart. My heartbeat was loud. 

      He looked at me as if he wanted to eat me. I flattened my lips and stared at him. I couldn't give him the angry look I aimed for. He kept looking at me with a warm smile. Pink rose up my neck. I scowled at him. 

      I shooed him away and he didn't mind. I thought my mind was going to beat out of my chest. When he pulled his hands back, the look he gave me melted my heart a little more. Slowly, he took steps back, his gaze locked with mine. He smiled and closed the door softly behind him. 

      'I'm out of my mind,' I bit back the smile. He was doing deliciously terrible things to me. Not fully terrible, but I kinda liked them and I hated it. Even if I kinda liked the things but I needed to hide. Everything made anger boil up in my stomach. All he cared about was s**. He wouldn't respect our wedding. He had proved it on our wedding night. I expected remorse all over his face. 

                    Huh! I'm dreaming. 

       I huffed out a breath. My luggage was in my room. When I pushed open the door wide of the washroom. My dress was already resting on the mattress. 

       'Geez! Don't tell me he wants me to wear his choice.' 

       I grabbed the blue dress to hurtle away. The material felt so soft against my skin. I raked my eyes over it. It was a beautiful blue dress with a deep v neckline. 

       With a deep sigh, I changed my mind. I would wear it not because he picked it for me but I wanted to. My belly got all tingly when my thoughts traveled in the wrong direction. I felt my face turn red. I was unsure. I wanted to punch him in the face just to get some of my aggression out, it wouldn't do any good. 

                            He opened the passenger door of his car. Tension automatically came flooding back. He placed his hand on my back. My head jerked at him. He gave me a smile. Strange! It worked. I got in and buckled myself. My sole focus was on getting him out of my head. It was impossible with his smile. It was maddening torture. He settled behind the wheel rounding the car and turned the key, taking us away from the hotel. 

       He didn't tell me anything. One of his bodyguards knocked on the door to give me his message to come into the parking lot. 

      "Where are we going?" I asked him a second time. He didn't mention anything, just told me that we were heading out when I asked him before. I blinked, feeling the car vibrate my body. I blushed a deep color of red when he held my hand. I pulled my hand back. I needed to grip myself. 

       "Airport," He said, gripping the steering wheel. 

       My head snapped at him, "I'm not going back home," I shrieked. Was it the end of my freedom? No! 

       He thinned his lips, "Why do you always shriek in shock?" He glanced at me. 

       "I'm not going home," I repeated. 

       "Of course, we're not." The corners of his lips lifted. My heart picked up the race. He moved a strand of my hair off my shoulder. I shuddered with need. I bit on my lower lip. He ran his fingers in my hair. He had some sort of obsession with my hair, "Your hair is so soft but not more than your skin." He said. 

       His words made me feel warm all over. I shook them off, "Then?" I asked, glancing at him in shock. 

      "Honeymoon," His smirk deepened. 

      My mouth fell open a little. His eyes caught the motion and he smiled. I crossed my arms over my chest. I couldn't ignore the sweet pain when I moved abruptly, "I'm not going there either," I said to him. 

       "We're going, Sienna," he was always dead serious when he used my name. 

       'Why is he acting suddenly like a perfect husband? I can't forget what he did.' 

       I kept gazing out of the window. He was going to make me irritated. Tears burnt at the back of my eyes. He didn’t seem anything like I first thought he would be. He was much worse than I imagined. 

      "I don't like when girls' eyes are filled with tears," he said. 

      Girls! I flattened my lips in anger, "Congratulations, you're the reason behind them." I snapped. 

     Shameless! He gave me a giant smile, "Then, they should be happy tears." 

     "You're such a shameless bastard." I said in exasperation, "You were with another woman on our wedding night. Now," I glared at him, "Girls! Bravo!" I clapped for him. 

     "Am I cold with you? I don't mean to be." He fastened his hands around the steering wheel. His knuckles turned white for a second. 

     A rush of love and hate coursed through me. Everything was confusing. He hadn't been cold at all. 

     "Do you change girlfriends' like clothes? It's your first wedding." I said with sarcasm. 

     "Yes, first and the only," he said. 

     "We can't be together. I should divorce." I said harshly. Anger made things easy to say. Like I said it easily. 

     "It's not in your hand, Sienna." His jaw locked. 

     "Stop sleeping around or get used to watching me sleeping with others." S***! I didn't mean it. 

     He smiled at my words but it was a dark one, "Watch your mouth, Sienna. I don't share what's mine." 

     "I'm not your," My voice raised.