Royal Ceo by Seerat Kaur (superbooks4u TXT) 📗

18

 

                 I got in the car. Excitement was still bubbling in the pit of my stomach. He was out for two days. It barely hadn't passed twenty-four hours. I didn't understand. When he was in Paris. How could he arrange things? 

       I ran my hand on the slight golden bodycon mini dress. It was off-shoulder, showing my bust. I heaved a deep sigh. My chest rose and fell with the moment. I was feeling sexy. I was wearing his black shirt over my dress. I wanted him to see me, only him. How would I control my feelings when he'd be around me? 

       The driver pulled over the car. I stared at the Villa in puzzlement. It was surrounded by grassy land. I reached for the door, clenching my clutch in one hand. I stepped out. I darted my gaze around. There was no one. The driver drove away, leaving me alone. I just stood there like dumb. 

       I thinned my lips in anger. What kind of husband was he? He invited me here when he was in Paris. Now his driver abandoned me. 

       I stayed there in puzzlement, drifting my gaze around for any clue that could help me. I thought to call him. 

       Electricity spread from the warm spot where his hand touched my bare back and crackled throughout my body, making me tingle all over. Quickly, I spun in my high heels. 

       When my gaze rested on his face. A warm smile greeted me. Heat spread across my body. He was so close. His body was firm, hard. The urge rose to run my hands down his chest to trace the contours of his body, the ridges, and valleys of his chest and abs.

      He dragged his hand further, sending shivers down my spine, "Should I take my shirt off, hon." He said. How did he manage to invade his hand while I was still wearing his shirt? I should have buttoned it. 

      I put one hand against his chest, feeling his heartbeats on my palm, "You were in Paris," I said, pretending to be annoyed. 

      He tugged me toward the Villa. It was the most beautiful house. He took out his card and swiped it to open the door. He opened the door wide. He turned to me. Sighing, I walked in. He closed the door. His hands touched my shoulders. He didn't give me time to explore the view in front of me. 

      I slipped my arms out of the shirt. My heart was thumping in my chest. I felt his gaze following my move. 

     "I changed my mind. When I realized I couldn't stay without you." His lips landed on my shoulder. 

      I gasped. He didn't give me time to look around first. To distract myself, I glanced around. The look was from one of the magazine covers. The best Villa! "I don't understand," I muttered. His words were tingling my skin. I drew in a deep breath as I spun away from his touch. 

       "I couldn't go," He said. 

      I glanced at him, turning. He raised one hand to my cheek and caressed her skin gently.

      "Where were you then?" I asked, angrily before his spell could work on me. 

      He laughed, he lifted his hand, his index finger touched my cheek and he pressed it softly. My stomach churned. I took a step back. 

      "I had sent you my schedule, hon. You should check your phone." He said. 

      Surprise registered in my eyes. He was talking as we were deep in love. We both! Were we? 

      "Where are we?" I asked, looking around. When my gaze turned back to him. He was checking me out. I folded my arms, showing my anger. 

      He looked totally unaffected. He grabbed my arm and tugged me with him. It gave me time to explore our surroundings. My body did funny things when he was around.

     It was an enormous hall, with white couches set around the mirror table. The floor was shining like a mirror, the curtains were blocking the out view, "I bought it last year." He said, pulling me behind him. 

      He opened another door and we walked in. Nothing was making sense to me. "Why are we here?'' I asked, still glancing at the other side of the door. 

     " You're so beautiful," I heard him. 

     I smiled as heat spread across my cheeks. I shook my head. He couldn't wrap me in his sweet talk, "Edward," 

      He ran his fingers up the outside of my arm and sighed as he held my wrist and tugged me into another hall. My mouth gasped. I smelled the roses in the air. The floor was covered with rose petals. There was a round glass table in the center of the room, burning candles, a champion bottle in the ice bucket, and two chairs around the table. 

      "Dinner date?" My voice was full of shock. 

      "Yes, dinner is the best way to express my feelings," He said as he scooped me up in his arms. 

      "What do you mean? " I glanced at him with big eyes.

       He let out a low chuckle. I was confused. He leaned forward, "That explanation is for another day. But I could tell your guess is right," He winked at me, sending warmth down my body. 

      Guess! What guess? Is he talking about feelings? What could it be? His hot breath ghosted my chin and lips. He kissed me gently, slowly tangling his tongue with mine before he pulled back. His eyes locked with mine, "Let's eat," He placed me on my feet and pulled the chair for me. 

      I felt like I was in heaven. He was feeling for me, too.

     I was still waiting for him to say it to me in a simple way. I could wait. Things had escalated so quickly between us. He was a stranger, completely. Now he was more than just my husband. I didn’t want to be apart from him. I didn't wanna run away from him. 

 

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                            I was smiling ear to ear the next morning. He felt for me too. I should tell her. Maybe she could help me to clear my nagging doubts. I couldn't wait to be near my husband again. I wanted to take things slow. 

      I grabbed my phone from the table. My gaze dropped on the message. I clicked on her message. 

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