Royal Ceo by Seerat Kaur (superbooks4u TXT) 📗

       "We should go, ladies." He said turning to my mother and his fiance. I didn't notice an engagement ring on her finger. 

       "When did you get engaged?" Aerial asked. 

       "He proposed to me when we were out for dinner, " She blushed, looking down at her ring and softly running her thumb over the diamond. 

      "Oh! I'm happy for you both." She said enthusiastically and advanced toward her for a hug. 

      My mother pulled me away from them, "Sienna," Her smile was ear to ear on her face. 

      Something unpleasant must be coming at me. I filled my lungs with air and nodded my head at her to start. 

      "Soon, Eri would be with a baby. Shouldn't you think about giving them an heir? Us a grandchild?" She asked, her cheeks were puffy with her broad smile. 

      I just stared at her. Shouldn't I decide this without any demand from his parents and mine? I didn't know what I should say to her. The topic was totally new for me. Mom's demands would drive me crazy one day. 

      "I don't know. What are you talking about mom?" I tried to slip away. My gaze was on them. A perfect family. Aerial called my mother, mom. She never let uncle know that she wanted a mother from the day she stepped into our house. I told her my mother was her mother. She could call her mom. After many years, she got what she wanted. A slow smile appeared on my face. 

      "You're not a child," Her tone changed into a scolding. 

      "I don't wanna discuss my married life with you," I told her, yanking my hand away. 

      "They need an heir. It would not take them long to replace you," Her perfect brows crashed in exasperation. 

      "That won't happen, Anna," Our heads jerked when I saw him standing tall, hands shoved in his pockets, his gaze intense on my mother. 

      "Edward, dear. " Mom smiled 

      He halted her by shaking his head, his feet continued to us, "It's our personal matter. Let's Sienna decide. When she'll be ready." He said. I let out a slow breath in relief. 

       She smiled nervously, "I want grandchildren." 

      "Aerial addresses you mom. You'll be grandma, soon." Edward said. 

      "Yes, I will be." I was composed, beholding a genuine smile on her face. She whirled, "Eri, did you fix an appointment with the doctor?" She asked. 

       "Um, no." She shook her head, looking at me for help. 

       I shrugged my shoulders and took a step back. She was on her own. She pressed her lips softly.

      "Don't look at her for help? Have you had your pregnancy test?" She asked sternly. 

      "Yes, mom, before leaving New York." She nodded. 

      "I'm making an appointment. Goodness! I'm excited to see my grandchild." Excitedly, she sat on the couch and took out her phone. 

      "Can I come with you?" Andria asked her.   

      "I would be glad to have you at my side," Aerial nodded happily.

      I saw tears shining in her eyes. 

       My attention divided when his hand brushed the back of my hand. My gaze locked with his. I couldn't bring myself to ask him anything as many questions were swirling in my mind. I was feeling a little sad as I wanted him to demand kids. It would have felt good to hear from him. I appreciated that he put my desire first. It didn't always happen. Not in King's life. His gaze was series and always full of authority as he took me in. I couldn't ignore the lust in his eyes. He was master in hiding his needs under his blank expression. What was he trying to do? He was holding himself not to touch me, devour me. 

      "We should go home, hon." He said, striding to me. 

      My lips pursed, holding the smile from showing over my face, "What if I don't want to." I asked him, challenging him. 

      "Then I'm throwing you over my shoulder. You won't like it. But I'm gonna enjoy every sec." He said, with his heart-melting smirk. 

      "You can't do anything when I'm surrounded by my family." I glanced at my uncle and flashed my perfect smile. 

      "You are my wife. Mine. Anyone who tries to stop me will see exactly the type of man I am. Do you wanna try, hon?" He spoke in a low but imperious tone. 

      Sometimes I wanted to run away from him and sometimes I wanted to throw my arms around him, but his words sent a spasm of shiver down my body. He was controlling my body. It wasn't a good sign for me. His gaze told me that he needed me as much as he needed to breathe. I wasn't frightened of him. He was strong and protective toward me. 

       "I'm not your territory, His Majesty," I taunted him. Challenging him could be dangerous in a good way but I was ready to take risks. 

       "You're meant to be with me. Stop fighting. Accept what dropped in your lap. You can't keep me from what I desire ." He said. 

      I felt anger, my hands fisted, "Edward, I'm not a piece of your property." Was he really a king? Of course, he was. Otherwise, he wouldn't have dared to talk to me like this. No matter, part of me likes his possessive talk. Perhaps, I'm assuming things. He could do anything. 

       "You're not, hon. You're the other half of me, which means only mine." He said. 

       My jaw hung open. What was wrong with him today, "What has gotten into you?" I asked. I forgot that I was standing in my sister's house and demanding the reason for my husband's romantic, possessive behavior. 

       He grasped my upper arm and tugged me to his chest, "You! " His gaze snagged into me, "You're doing things to me." He whispered. His teeth pressed together, "My equal," I heard him growl clearly. 

      My heart was pounding loud in my chest. I could feel my pulses running under my skin. I couldn't comprehend him. He was looking more barbaric, more animalistic.