Royal Ceo by Seerat Kaur (superbooks4u TXT) 📗

6

 

 

                        I glanced around. My lips parted witnessing the sumptuous villa. It was mostly constructed with glasswork. My eyes stopped on a gargantuan glass wall. I could be on the other side of it. 

       "It's a secret place. No one knows about it." He said, coming behind me. 

       I could see his reflection through the glass wall. I touched the glass. But I was touching his reflection. I couldn't rein the strong feeling to touch him. 

       "Thankfully no photographer and media," I spun, pushing my thoughts elsewhere. 

       He pressed the button on a small remote control and gestured to me to glance back. 

        I whirled on my heels and glanced at the wall. It began to part in two pieces, "How did you do it?" I asked him. I couldn't stay on my feet. I ran outside. My feet were buried in the sand. I laughed as I felt the sand beneath my feet. 

       The sound of the tides and waves looked amazing. I didn't wait and rushed forward. I submerged my feet into the cold water. I giggled again. 

       My heart began to beat when his arm wrapped around me from behind. Swiveling, I glanced into his eyes. It explained everything. My breath sped up. I held his arm. He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss on my lips. His tongue licked my lip. I opened for him. He deepened the kiss. Heat radiated through his body, it sent a tingling sensation to the pit of my stomach. 

        I panted when he pulled back. He was breathing hard too. 

       "Not out here," I bit my lip.

       Smirking, he lifted me up in his arms and strode back, "It's a private beach. No one could come here," He said as he glanced down at me. 

        I was shy. I shook my head. My cheeks flushed as he pinned me against the wall and held my wrists over my head. A visible shiver ran through me as he claimed my lips again. 

 

 

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                       My eyes slowly swept from her chestnut hair to her kiss-swollen lips, down to her swell. She was sleeping peacefully. I never thought she was a virgin. I buried my nose in her silky hair as I tightened my arm around her waist. 

         My business ruled the world. We're called Royal. I'm better in business compared to my younger brother, James. Truthfully, I don't allow anyone near me. I don't even remember after f****** a woman. But she's something - raw fire. Her glimpse ignited me. I hired a lady last night. So, I could get rid of her, this unwanted wedding. But now, I'm certain. I'm not letting her go. 

        I tucked the comforter to her chest. My attention dragged to her face. My gaze slid down and leisurely climbed its way back up, hovering over her lips. I wanted to crush my lips once again. She needed to rest. She's new to all this. I wasn't hoping for her to be untouched. My lips slightly pulled up. I'm the new king, struggling under the weight of my new position. I'm thankful she had sent the pictures and video clip to her parents and my parents. Otherwise, I would be facing a lot of damage. I don't believe in remnants of the family fortune. I'm a Royal businessman. Many wanted me to tear down. She seriously gave my heart a jolt when I received a call from my father. But I'm giving the crown to my brother. I'm happy just to be the CEO. 

        

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             He was so gorgeous and perfect, with aristocratic features and a regal look. I was incredibly distracted during the flight back to our hometown. I didn't want to see his parents, I didn't want to talk to my parents. They were going to give me a headache.

                The new king of Dover! 

        I could bet he glimpsed a flash of panic in my expression, I quickly tried to smooth it to show only my usual happy face. He was aware of my every move in the last week. I kept my phone switched off. It's still off and resting in my bag. 

         I frowned with consternation. His hand came over my hand enclosing it. 

        "Relax, nothing to worry," He offered his best smile. 

        "Nothing to worry!" I shrieked. He smiled fully. I thinned my lips and drew my face closer, "I've sent them your pictures with Kristen." I said. 

       His forehead creased, "Kristen?" He arched his brows. His expression hardened. 

       "The girl you spent time with," I scooted away from him. He caught my wrist.

       "You know her?" His voice boomed. Anger was written all over his face. 

       I giggled, "I met her on my way. I recognized her. But she couldn't recognize me until I told her my name. I was already in the car. I can never forget her shocked face." I pulled my wrist. 

       " Did you do anything which you shouldn't?" He let go of my wrist as he took a deep sigh. 

        I stared at him, pursing my lips, "She used my perfume and my husband." I sarcastically told him. 

       "Nothing happened. I did all this..." he stopped and glanced out. 

       I wanted to know. Why did he do this? He could have hated me but it didn't give him the right to do such a horrible thing to me. We got married only once. "I don't care," I'm still mad at him. What does he think of himself - Prince Charming! He could be, but he does not rule my heart. At least, I thought so. 

       "I'd be better if you'd say it out loud instead of chewing it in your brain." He said. 

       "You must be ruling every girl's heart. But I'm not one of them. I am curious to know. Would you have been sitting so calmly if I would have sent the pictures in the media," I curled my lips but it wasn't a smile. 

       "Then you're not worried about your husband's reputation," he stared at me. 

       "Or a king?" I arched my brows. 

       "No one would have gotten the dead body of the anchor." He snarled under his breath. 

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