No one was on the other side waiting for us, but Alexandro insisted we held hands out the plain. Stella and someone who I didn’t see on the plane helped us pack our bags out while Alexandro and I drove in a separate car to our destination.
Because it would be rude to be sitting beside him with my ear pods in my ears, I removed them and kept them in their case. My ears were hurting a little too, it wasn’t so easy to keep them in your ears for hours.
I had carried this funny cap along that shielded my face from the sun but just held it in my hand and didn’t wear it, until I was ordered to.
“Wear it.” My head snapped in his direction to see what he was talking about; my mind wasn’t there. It was far away, wondering how we would pull this off and make everyone believe that we were a real couple. Looking back, I realize I had underestimated Alexandro King’s acting skills.
He signaled to the cap in my hands with his eyes, “Oh.” It was at the tip of my tongue to ask why, but I swallowed it placed the cap on my head, and rolled my eyes the other way so he couldn’t see.
Then the most wonderful thing happened. Something I had only seen in movies and had no thought that it could ever happen to me.
The car’s roof gave way, opened up, and folded to the back, exposing us to the sun and the wind. The feeling was glorious.
I turned to him, asking for permission with my eyes, I wanted to do everything they did in movies, so scream and sing and shout for joy.
He gave me funny eyes, “I’m supposed to be a man in love, so while we’re here, in public, you can do anything and be sure I got your back. Don’t scream too loud though.” He said the last words like a dad warning his daughter. It was enough for me.
But as I looked around, it felt weird, we weren’t even friends, I couldn’t just stand up and start screaming.
We weren’t even playing music. I simply stretched my hands out and rode the winds with it, murmuring my favorite love song. Say you won’t let go by James Author.
Surprisingly, Alexandro murmured a command to his IOS assistant, and my best song filled the hair.
I couldn’t hold back the smile that grew out of my face.
“Your choice of songs sucks.” He sneered at me like the song was disgusting to him.
“Just because you know one song I like gives you no right to judge all my songs.” I retorted back at him, the wind blowing on my face made me feel good and I lifted my hands, loving it. Feeling more at ease.
“Ariana Grande, James Arthur, Christiana Perri, and the beach boys. Nah, your combination is crazy.” He scoffed, shaking his head.
I laughed at his tone before my head came to a realization. “You have access to whatever I do on my phone,” I murmured, looking at him.
He didn’t even look guilty, “Did you think I’ll give you a phone, a card with unlimited funds and not track what you’ll do with it?” He drawled the words like I was stupid to even think he wouldn’t have access to the phone.
But something else was going on in my head. If he had access to the phone, then it didn’t matter if he had taken the video with my phone. I hadn’t deleted it immediately which meant he could have been the one that sent the envelope and recording.
What was his game? Of all things why had he written my name? A reminder of who I am? He did well to remind me of that with his mouth, why bother sending a note?
No, Emily. You didn’t come to Paris to brood, you came to admire the beautiful buildings and lovely people.
I shook my head and loved how the wind blew my hair.
“I think my taste in music is perfect.” I sneered back at him, taking the last word.
It was a bit inconvenient dancing and singing to one of my favorite songs with the restrictions of a seatbelt.
Alexandro reached out and unclasped it. “This is Paris.” He said it explained everything. It was good enough for me.
I moved my body in the rhythm of the songs and stretched my hands up, then the city came into view.
Oh My God.
Never had I seen a place so beautiful.
Everything my eyes met was a work of art. The buildings looked like they sprouted out of a dreamland, the road felt magical, and the people? Their clothes? This had to be the best time of my life. A dream.
“Tighten your seatbelt, you’re about to see The Dream.” Alexandro boasted as we swerved into a corner and I came face to face with a dreamland.
The Hotel where we were going to be staying. It was grand.
Then I noticed the people in uniform standing in front, with flowers and cakes. “Oh, my goodness. You own this place!” I cried.
He gave me that proud look and shrugged his shoulder. “The welcome is for you, Mrs. King.”
I felt my eyes water…
They stood in a perfectly ordered manner, every single one of them holding a single rose of different color, wearing purple uniforms as well as beautiful smiles on their faces.
I made to open the car door, but Alexandro stopped me. The best and worst feeling came simultaneously when he came to my side of the door and said, “Let me remind you, that our honeymoon officially begins today.”
Then he lifted me out of the car, carrying me bridal style.
As we passed each staff, they gave me the single rose they held until I could see nothing but roses.
“I think that’s enough. You’re making me look funny.” Alexandro snapped. Or at least, that was what he told me he said. I had spoken the words to them in French. I couldn’t understand French beyond the words I repeated to everyone who gave me flowers, ‘merci’
He did look funny though. It seemed like he was carrying a very huge multi-color roses.
We didn’t have to check in, a suite had already been prepared for us. I was still in Alexandro’s arms, but I couldn’t see clearly where we were going because of the huge pile of roses and I didn’t even get to admire the building enough, I made a mental note to tour it later.
Thankfully, a woman who could speak English came with two other ladies and helped take the roses off me. I loved them and wanted to take one, but Alexandro informed me they had to keep it in water for it to survive. I had to let my flowers go, temporarily.
I was still in Alexandro’s arms, starting to feel warm from being so close to him, I tried to focus on the words the woman was saying. “Congratulations Mrs. King. We are glad to have you as our guest, we hope you enjoy your stay here. Welcome to The Dream.”
Her voice was sweet and her French accent made it nicer.
“Thank you,” I said to her, I loved the place already. Alexandro’s staff were nicer than he was.
“Now, I hope you do not distract us. I want some time with my wife.” Alexandro said the words seductively, I knew he wanted everyone to think we would be up doing dirty things.
I internally rolled my eyes, but my stomach made me open my mouth. “I’m hungry,” I whispered the words.
He turned to the woman. “Bring food up in an hour.”
I turned to him, “An hour?”
He nodded. “I’m going to eat you first.”
I couldn’t tell when the shift happened. Where Alexandro’s actions moved from ‘just for show’ to being intentional.My heart skipped a beat at his words. The memory of his head between my legs sent a shiver through me and I couldn’t help getting turned on at his words.My hands were still wrapped around his neck when the suite door opened, and we walked in. Paris had to be magical, we seemed to be moving from one world to another, one dreamland to another. A place of imagination because this couldn’t be real.This place had to be special.It was in my head that we were just going to another hotel, and when I saw that it was just one of Alexandro King’s hotels, assumed the interior would be the same or similar to the one we were coming from. Only for the sight before my eyes to remind me that this was Paris.It had a beautiful view. The first thing that caught my eye was the beach. People were jumping and playing, looking happy, and kids running around in shirts, the women wore almost
ALEXANDRO KINGI felt it the moment she broke out of her lust haze. What I didn’t know was why. Everything had been going smoothly. She wanted me from the moment my lips touched hers, I had thought this would be it.I had no intentions of having her today, maybe I was sure she’d be under me before we left for home, but today had been unexpected.It had seemed like she set out to seduce me. The first was with the dress, it was soft and light, like another skin, and it made me want to touch her.Then her little drama with Stella, she didn’t know I knew about it, but I liked to have my eyes everywhere. I couldn’t believe she could be successfully intimidating. It was a beautiful sight. Stella and I had never had sex, and I didn’t go around fucking my staff, but there was a time I spent hours traveling and, on the plane, and we had come a bit close. I wasn’t stupid enough to repeat one mistake twice. I still had Alisha on my neck, and I didn’t have any idea of how to unhook her from my sk
EMILY KINGHe couldn’t go slow.I didn’t want him to. I was scared, I wanted to get over with this. I needed to cloud my mind and this was the most potent way. I loved the feeling of his body under my hands, how his muscles jumped at my touch, I only melted like butter under his.He took that thrill away by handing my hands up, I needed a form of contact, I needed to touch him one way, I leaned in and caught his lips again.He groaned into my mouth; I loved it. I didn’t have much experience in kissing but I kissed him the way he kissed me. Open-mouthed, consuming, devouring. It was way better this way, I felt more. I sucked at his lips, enjoying how it felt inside my mouth, it was smooth to lick, and it gave me a wonderful thrill.He snapped away before I could do it again, I scrolled at him. He wasn’t touching me and he wouldn’t let me touch him. I didn’t know where he found it, but he brought up a rope and swirled it around my hand, restraining me from touching him, it was tight eno
I didn’t stop screaming his name. it had become a prayer on my lip, a plea for satisfaction. I arched my back to meet him.It felt so good. The movement of his tongue pushed me towards the edge, I moaned over every slide, every dip, every lick. Dear God, I was going to come. I felt the rush coming at me so hard it stole my breath away.One second I thought I was going to come, I could already taste the climax on my tongue and the next he withdrew his touch completely off me. It felt like I was yanked away from paradise. I scrawled my legs at him, close to howling out in pain and screaming his name, but when I opened my eyes, he was over me.His hands pulled my legs apart as I saw his dick approach me. My throat went dry for another reason. The need to cum seemed to choke the fear of his size. I wanted him so badly.I was too far gone to fear anything, when I felt the tip of his cock on my entrance and his finger tightened over my hip, I shut my eyes hard and anticipated the feeling. I
ALEXANDRO'S POV“I do not need a wife.” I barked at my brother over the phone, not caring that people were staring at me or I was in a hospital. No one dared complain, I had bought the hospital along with every damn staff in it the day before.“You do not actually, but if you want to lias with the old man, you need a woman you’re legally bound to standing beside you. It’s the rules.” Ian replied over the phone. “Besides, marriage is not so bad a thing,” Ian concluded. The man believed in love.“I think you just got lucky. I’d see what I can do to get the old man’s attention.” With that, I hung up.I didn’t need a woman giving me a headache, women meant too much trouble and I just wasn’t interested. They had no value beyond sexual pleasure, and I didn’t need to marry one before getting that, another thing was the legal right she would have if she decided to leave.“Please, please, give me a month, just a month, and I’ll pay up, just please take care of my dad, please, I beg of you.” A
He sat opposite me with a no-nonsense look on his face. He had looked romantic in black earlier but now he looked totally like the Grim Reaper.“So? What do you think?” He asked. We were in his house. It was a big mansion with maids running around like scared rabbits, he sat like he knew he had everyone’s lives wrapped around his fingers. Little did I know I was about to be one of them.“Why? I’ve never met you before.” I was sure it wasn’t because of my mesmerizing beauty because I had none. I looked like a homeless kid, which I was.“I’ve seen you three times before now and I think you’re perfect. Sorry about your father and the job you lost.” He wasn’t sorry, he just wanted me to know how much he knew about me. There was no empathy in his voice.“How… how did you know about my father?” I should feel my face turn white with shock.“Doesn’t matter. Here’s the deal, I’ll take care of your dad, take him to a more private unit where he would be well taken care of, and you’ll have a home
I got married in a black dress.It was at that wedding I knew my husband wasn’t an ordinary man. We got married in a hotel I found out he owned. It wasn’t a regular wedding although a vicar was called to join us together. The press came in swarms and every breath I took was caught on camera. The only people that looked normal were a man I found out was Alexandro's brother, Ian, and his wife Hannah.“One minute Xandro is against getting married, the other minute he’s having a wedding. Who are you?” Ian asked me when the wedding was over, although I had heard there was a separate part at night.He was the one who gave me away, he looked curious, but I didn’t see a look of disapproval on his face.“We met last year, at NYU.” I began to reply as Alexandro had said I should but joined in and interrupted.“We don’t need to lie to me, brother,” Alexandro said smiling, he looked at his brother around. Today he looked very handsome, his dark hair had been perfectly styled, making his dark eyes
ALEXANDRO Everyone cleared the way for her to come in, the path led her to me. It was either move or be moved.She hadn’t taken off her wedding gown but for some reason, more cleavage was being revealed.The gown was the reason all the women moved out of the way, it took so much space. Because it was night, the diamonds she wore on her neck and ears glittered.She stopped right in front of me, “Hi.” She muttered.Because everyone was watching, I stood up and wrapped my arms around her, she cooperated and didn’t jump in surprise or flinch, instead, I saw how she couldn’t stop batting her lashes. It was cute.“Did anyone not notice they didn’t kiss at the wedding?” A woman named Portia interrupted. She had a small body but was one of the women I respected in the outfit, the deadly kind.“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” They all began chanting.A gentleman would have asked for permission before kissing a woman whom he hadn’t talked about physical intimacy with, but I wasn’t a gentleman, so I wrapped