Royal Ceo by Seerat Kaur (superbooks4u TXT) 📗

        The corners of his lips lifted up, "Only until I'm busy," He motioned at the men wearing business suits. I glanced at that side. They raised their glass in greeting, "And you need to pick another place. I don't want their gaze on my wife," He said, with a clenched jaw, his gaze locked with mine again. 

       "But I'm not anyone's wife," Aerial said. 

       I chuckled as his brows furrowed, "I'll recommend you to them," He smirked. I heard her gasp. 

       My eyes widened again, "She's not a thing," 

       "I don't mind. I like him, the third one from the left side," She grinned in my ear loudly. 

       "Drake, Of course," He tersely nodded. His gaze dropped on me. He kissed my head before heading toward them. I felt my body relaxing. I was missing his touch too. 

       "Wao, Drake is handsome," She giggled and sauntered away from me when he strode toward her. The crowd parted for him. 

       I glanced back. Edward was stunning in a black tuxedo. His hair was slicked back to perfection. He reeked power and authority. 

       We rarely danced to a song. When Drake walked toward us with a smirk on his chiseled face. He nodded his head at me. I smiled. He held out his hand for her, "May I?" His smirk didn't waver for a second. 

       "Sure," Aerial took his hand and he led her to the dance floor. 

       I spun to order a drink for myself. I stopped stunned. He was standing behind me. His coat was gone. My eyes roam over the white shirt stretching over his well-defined muscles. Dark black trousers put his height to perfection. He was just so handsome and irresistible. 

       He slipped his hands on my waist. I felt heat crawling my body. 

       "What are you doing?" I asked, staring into his eyes.

       "Dance," He huskily said in my ear, bending

       I pursed my lips before offering a slight shake of my head. I didn't imagine him on the dance floor but holding a random girl's hand and taking her upstairs. He was looking pacified. My stomach flipped when he covered my back with his arm wrapping around, tugging me closer. 

       I peered up at him, his identical mask was on. Silence lingered over us though the hall was booming with loud music. I was aware of his touch against me. I placed my head on his shoulder, my one arm draped around his torso. He didn't ask me to dance perfectly as we were in public. A small tug and I was closer to him. His lips brushed the shell of my ear. I closed my eyes, feeling him deep inside my heart. Aerial was right, it was love. 

        Aerial waved at me getting in her car, "Text me reaching home." She worriedly said. Aerial lived alone in London. Her parents died when we were in high school. Uncle adopted her, "Of course, thanks, Edward." She smirked at us. 

       He nodded at her and opened the doors of his car. I got in, whispering thanks to him. 

      My gaze followed him. Walking around, he got behind the wheel. He put on the seat belt and turned the key. He accelerated the car, "Shouldn't you inform me?" He asked. 

       I kept my gaze out, "Like you told me you have a meeting here." Why did he want to control my life? It irked me.

       "You'll get my schedule from now in the morning," His tone was gentle. 

       It would be just saying. I didn't respond to him.

       "Were you going to dance with another man? " A tone of impatience was clear. I saw his knuckles turn white. 

         'Why does he care? I wasn't. He doesn't need to know as he does not tell me anything.'

       "No one was going to ask me?" I returned my gaze to the ring. 

       His gaze rested on my ring too, "You think, it's resisting them," He asked. Did I feel sadness? I shook my head. No! 

        "Would that I could wear something to resist you," I muttered. 

        "Never," He retorted. 

        I held my breath as it went silent. I waited for more. I was stupid expecting more from him. I didn't know where this wedding was going? I didn't see us anywhere in the future. I didn't trust him, but my heart explained the opposite testimony. 

        I didn't wait for him after pulling the car into the parking lot. I paced toward the room. I walked straight into the closet. I could feel my anger. 

        Grabbing my clothes, I walked out. He halted me, grabbing my arm, "You don't need clothes," He said.

        An awkward silence filled the room. 

       "You are not gonna touch me," I told him. 

       I could sense his anger through his eyes. He breathed in, "I just wanna hold you. If you're comfortable with clothes. I don't mind." He withdrew his hand from my wrist, he picked steps back, and removed his coat. 

        "What are you trying to do?" I ask impatiently. 

        "First, I don't know you. I don't want this wedding. Now I know you. And you're mine," He said, unbuttoning his shirt. 

        "Congrats! You changed your mind. But I didn't," I whirled. 

        "We'll see," He said in a challenging voice. 

        I pursed my lips and slammed the door of the washroom. A tiny, fragile hope begot inside me. I shook my head. No! I shouldn't hope. It would just hurt. With a faint sigh, I pushed myself away from the door.        

        I changed after taking a long bath. I opened the door. He was already looking my way, his hands rested behind his head on the pillow. His constructed body, abs were on display. My eyes traveled down. I squeezed my eyes shut. He was naked. 

         He smirked at me. I glared at him. He arched his brows and held my gaze. After a long slow sigh, I sauntered to the couch and plopped on it. 

        'I'm not gonna share bed with him. It would be good for my mental health. I don't trust myself around him. He's already making me think about such things which I shouldn't.'