Royal Ceo by Seerat Kaur (superbooks4u TXT) 📗

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                         I sat up, pushed the cover away, and slipped out of the bed. The weather was beautiful outside, the best day to wander around. I was tired after my flight. I rested until I got bored living behind these white walls. The sight still haunted me in my nightmares that my husband was kissing another woman on our wedding day. I didn’t get a choice on who I got to marry, so when my family was presented with the arrangement, it was decided behind closed doors and in front of the person I loved most and I couldn't deny, and the offer he promised to me. My father also made me sign the paper. I was officially the promised wife to the king.  He looked like a born leader. I had seen him in his office, on television. We hadn't met before our wedding. I could feel his commanding waves from afar too. His dark eyes stabbed me, accusing me of being his wife when he claimed my lips. I didn’t even know how I was chosen over thousands of girls out there. I was dreading getting married. Now I am married. I didn't know what would be the right thing to do. I should enjoy my holidays for now. 

        I pushed open the door of the washroom. I washed my face, the water was cold and It felt good against my sleepy skin. 

       I smile looking at my reflection. Finally, I got rid of him. I could hope my family would favor me in divorcing him, Edward Rhodes, the charming CEO, and The Almighty King. Goodbye! Forever! If they ain't, I'll do it myself. 

       I giggled looking at my wet face. 

      But first, I needed to explore beautiful Paris. I always wanted to be here. And most of all, I had sent half a million pounds for the building of the school, after reaching here. I wasn't the only happy person today. 

       'I'm investing in my hotel too. I need to create more sources for my business. I don't wanna depend on anyone.  Aerial, my best friend. She takes care of our hotel and restaurant in my absence. We are partners. But she handles it completely. And she never complains! I love her like my sister. '

       My stomach growled. First food, then bathing! I told myself. I grabbed the toothbrush from the counter. 

      'I hope. I'm not making a fool of myself.'

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                      I snatched up the backpack and hurried across the reception. The hotel offered me a Royal suite. I snorted. Of course, they would have heard about me. I wanted a simple room. 

      "Good morning, ma'am." The receptionist smiled at me, lifting her chin. She was sitting behind the desk, tapping her fingers rapidly on the keyboard. 

      I read her name and smiled back, "Good morning, Rebecca." I nodded as she was busy. So, I turned to the manager, who was standing right behind her chair. 

      He was looking over my shoulder. I didn't want to ponder that he was expecting my husband. I released a relieved breath when he didn't inquire about my being alone and handed me the key. 

      'I was thinking my blonde hair will help me to camouflage. This was just a delusion. If I would have painted my face. Still! They would have recognized me and looked at me with beseeching eyes to demand a glimpse of my husband.  Unbelievably, I'm feeling relaxed. They wouldn't know where I am. It is difficult to ignore the pensiveness that I'm feeling after leaving him without informing him. He deserves this. He has the right to stay in a separate room but not with another woman when I'm still his wife. It shouldn't be my concern but I can feel the sadness. These feelings are inexplicable and the sight with her is disconcerting. '

        I could feel the air of authority around him. No! My head shook. Though we didn't share a word but a kiss. 

       I drifted out of the hotel. A smile crawled over my face when I stepped out. It felt like a new world to me. Freedom! I feel like a bird. 

       I pursed my lips walking through the streets when I felt gazes on me. When curious gazes swiped over me they looked around me for him. 

         The Almighty King! 

        I should wear something that could cover my face. People were recognizing me in my peppy pink sundress and blonde hair. 

       ' He's recently crowned king. It's all over the newspaper, channel that he got married to a millionaire's daughter. Why not a billionaire!'

        I ignored the gazes which seemed hard. But I could feel them over me and their whispers were reaching my ears. Questioning only one thing, 'Where's my husband? '

       ' It can't be denied he's sinfully handsome and every girl wants him. '

        I forgot to have my breakfast. I glanced at a cosy, comfortable place. I could see couples, it seemed like a romantic place. 

       I sank into the dark wooden chair and removed my backpack from my shoulder. This trip wasn't planned. I needed a map first so I could see the city. 

       '  I don't know much about the city. This cosy restaurant is located in a cobblestone alley and I can hear romantic strains of a violin drifting from open windows. '

       It helped me to forget strange gazes over me and their stupid question. 

       I plucked my gaze from the street and glanced up at the pretty girl. She must be practising. Her eyes were closed. I had no knowledge about music. But I could compare it to better music than at my after wedding party.

       I gave my order to a pretty Italian young girl. She greeted me in her native language. I replied in English. To my relief, she didn't gawk at me like the others. I could bet she didn't know anything about me and my king. I snorted at the thought. 

        My hands were resting in my lap, ankles crossed. She was still playing. Abruptly, my eyes widened. When I felt a shadow over me. Before I could see his face. His hot lips crushed on mine. Two strong hands gripped my right wrist and the side of the waist. I met his dark glare. His teeth dug in my lower lip. I gasped. He used the opportunity and thrust his tongue into my mouth. His hands tightened on my waist and wrist as I wiggled under him. He didn't remove his gaze from me. I fisted his shirt in my hand, nails digging in my palm. When he pulled back. We were both panting. I pressed my lips in annoyance and felt them swollen. A strange flicker of excitement filled me. But I showed hatred on my face. 

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