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“That’s what I want, Alexander. I want your attention, more than just the attention you give to something pretty in your house. I want others to know that I’m completely off limits, as I belong to you.”
My heart stops beating for a moment—her belonging to me is the greatest desire of my heart. “Well, then you choose whether you want to act the part of one of my relatives—”
She interrupts me. “I don’t want sisterly affection from you, Alexander.” She takes a step toward me, lifting her hand to run down my chest. “I want to know that I can kiss you like that in front of people, so they know immediately to back the fuck off. I want them to know that the most powerful man in the room owns me, not just my body, but my heart and soul too.”
Internally, I am pouncing on her and making her mine in every sense of the word; externally, though, I keep my emotions hidden. “If that’s what you want, then that’s fine.” Her smile is all the reward I need.
“When people ask you who I am, Alexander, tell them that I am your wife.”
And with that one statement, I am completely knocked for six.
~ Chapter Nine ~
Rebecca
When a strange man appearsat the entrance to the library, I am immediately on guard; who is this man and why is he allowed free rein of Alexander’s house?
He steps forward into the room, nodding in my direction before introducing himself. “Miss Kennedy. My name is Harold Blaire and I am Mr. Black’s bodyguard.”
Harold is quite a well-built man, tall like Alexander, but more muscular. His red hair is cropped close like most military men, and his gray eyes are as sharp as a tack. He holds himself well, the suit he is wearing is expensive, but not custom tailored like Alexander’s.
“Nice to meet you, Harold. I’m Rebecca. Now that that’s out of the way, perhaps you could explain just why Mr. Black’s bodyguard needs to disturb me from my reading at this very moment? We can get to why he actually needs one, another time.” Harold has the good grace to appear a little sheepish, a slight red tinge appearing on his cheeks, the color almost the same as the hair atop his head. “Mr. Black has an unwelcome guest, Miss Kennedy, and he has asked that I keep you company until he takes his leave.”
As soon as he mentions someone is here in the house, I have to see for myself who this person is. What if it is my parents? Coming here bartering for my freedom, paying the fifty million they owed Alexander. I uncross my legs and leap off the comfortable armchair I have been inhabiting for the past couple of hours and exit the room.
“Miss Kennedy. Mr. Black would prefer it if you stayed here,” Harold calls from behind me. I hear another man’s voice as I approach the top of the steps. It’s completely unfamiliar and dashes my hopes of it being my family. I laugh; silly me, actually hoping they would come for me.
Curiosity gets the best of me and I have to see who it is. Before I can peer around the corner, Harold comes up beside me and threads my arm through the crook of his elbow. “Stay close to me, Miss Kennedy. Richard Lexington is a horrible man who you do not want to get involved with, believe me.”
I nod at Harold before I step around the corner and see the two men below. When Alexander’s eyes meet my own, I feel the familiar pull, and I immediately want to go to him, but I also sense the caution he is trying to relay. This person is not a friend, just as Harold had warned me.
The man with him sees me and starts coming up the stairs toward me; I sense Harold moving as he changes his position to be between me and the stranger. I feel it’s in a protective way; just like he protects Alexander, it is now his job to protect me too.
Later on, when we discuss how I should act in future with guests, I know I’m playing with fire as soon as I bring up pretending to be his wife. I saw how Mr. Lexington had been a little afraid. Knowing that Alexander had that effect on someone who could possibly be incredibly dangerous, if his link to sex trafficking was indeed true, made me feel a lot more comfortable with the decision I had made.
When Richard offered me a chance to go home, I confess I paused to think about it.
But Richard Lexington hardly appeared to be a trustworthy person. And as much as I wanted to go home and be back with my family, there is a part of me that’s still annoyed by what Alexander told me about my parents giving me up as payment.
On the flip side, there is a part of me that comes alive whenever I am in his presence. I’ve been unfair, and constantly pushed my sexuality on him. With the way he looks at me, though, I can tell he wants me just as badly as I want him. There is an attraction between us that is almost animalistic in nature. The fact that he holds back is what allows me to stay and feel safe in his presence, and another reason why I believe he wouldn’t lie to me.
The kiss this afternoon was incredibly hot, and I couldn’t help climbing him like a tree. His strong, muscular arms held me as though I was nothing, and when he squeezed my ass, I couldn’t help the groan of pleasure. His straining cock would have made me combust if I had kept rocking a little longer. But then he got ahold of himself, and it ended, far too soon, and I was left wanting more, needing more.
I get the sense that he’s holding back, but not because he isn’t attracted to me. I’m also pretty sure he knows I’m playing a game but further than that, I can’t tell what he’s thinking. If he’s waiting for me to make the first move, I think I’ll stay here with him. I’m not completely giving up my escape plan, but I am happy to put a pin in it for now.
~ Chapter Ten ~
Alexander
I really have to stopgiving in to my impulses, even though it is damn near impossible around her. I promised myself I would give her time to get used to being here, to being around me, and to finally accept her position here as something other than my guest. But then I bloody well kissed her, and I came alive.
I have to stop touching her and getting close enough to allow her intoxicating aroma to invade my barriers.
I have to put some distance between us, and that will mean not spending as much time with her as I want to, at least until I am able to act like a normal human being around her, instead of someone constantly fighting to maintain control.
In the world where I am most comfortable, running my business empire, I am known as the iceberg. Supremely tough to crack, with an ice-cold persona. No one ever gets close to me, and they most definitely don’t get to see the other side of me.
I am an impenetrable person and always maintain control of every situation I find myself in. But she gets into some tiny, invisible crack in my façade and I want to do whatever makes her happy, even if that costs me everything.
