Bound To King

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

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

I woke up to find my husband gone. I was sure he had come back during the night but he was gone now. I couldn’t believe I had gotten married yesterday. I wondered what my life was going to be like now. I had only thought about my dad and was extremely grateful that my dad was fine. There was more hope for him now. I would hope as much as I could that he would be fine. That he would wake up. I wouldn’t be alone anymore. I looked around to observe the luxury of my hotel room. It was my first time being in a hotel. I could never have afforded anything so luxurious. The bed was soft and so comfy, I slept so easily last night. The air freshener released a brilliant scent in the air. The AC was active now but I remembered the night had not been cold. It was cold now. After observing round I found out there was a heater as well as a conditioner. I couldn’t explain how the room was in the perfect temperature for me to sleep but it was awesome. I would drop a review on the hotel if I could.

I’ve covered a lot of things in my life, I’ve hoped for a living mother, and a healthy father, and I’ve wished for a bulkier bank account but never had I dared to hope for a man. I never hoped for a touch of comfort, I never dared to hope for someone to look at me with such eyes as Alexandro King was looking at me now. How could I hide these feelings his lips were doing to me with my finger in his mouth when I had never analyzed the feelings in my mind? I took a deep breath of relief when he finally let go of my bleeding finger. His mouth must have worked some magic on it because it had stopped bleeding, he held my four fingers and placed a kiss on them before finally letting them go. “I’m hungry,” I whispered, I just hoped we would eat and I could go back to the hotel room. I hoped to leave the hotel soon too, I didn’t like how I was always watched here, and Alexandro King wouldn’t always have to be like this if we were back home. “I’ve already ordered something. It’ll be here in

I didn’t have to signal anyone that I was done eating, my staff knew well enough what kind of man I was. We walked side by side, my hands still holding hers, she had seemed uncomfortable with my touch earlier but now I could see she didn’t mind. She would be easy to train. I was surprised she walked very steadily on heels; I had expected her to hand on me with every step she took instead she walked confidently in it. “I wouldn’t have guessed you were good in heels.” I voiced my thoughts. She looked at her legs like she had forgotten she was wearing heels. “Oh, the shoes. I didn’t know I could wear them so easily, but they are steady and comfortable, I think it’s because it was expensive. Original stuff.” She said smiling, obviously proud of herself. Displeasure coated my stomach. I intended to break her, to make her able to rely on nothing but me, not to be confident in herself or even proud of herself. The opportunity to correct that came when she was distracted by some kids com