...for our honeymoon in France

ASHLEY'S POV

My anxiety surged through me as Alex and I walk into the room. I watched him carefully, my heart pounding wildly with each nanosecond that passed.

I dutifully walked beside him as he held open the sliding door for me to pass through. We were now in a huge room which served as the main entrance to other rooms.

A uniformed man with a wide grin etched permanently on his face stood at attention for us. "Bonsoir, Monsieur Jordan," he greeted warmly. He should be in his early forties going by the sparse amount of grey on his head. "And who might the young lady be?"

I couldn't help but noticed the way he looked at me as he led us into another large room.

"Watch it, Felix," Alex warned in an acidic tone, which sent shivers down my spine. "She is not to be regarded as a young lady," Alex said gruffly, taking my hand in his. "C'est ma femme (This is my wife)."

I should be pitying Felix when I saw him shudder for a brief moment under Alex intimidating gaze. Instead, I was glad Alex had stood up for me. Serves him right, I thought.

Felix straightened the lapel of his jacket and gave a curt bow of his head. "My apologies, Mr Jordan."

That's all.

He still didn't welcome me. Well, it's a good thing he didn't because I'm not ready to humiliate myself by speaking a different version of French before these two arrogant men. Right from college days, I was never good with French. And my results had borne the shame of getting filled with red ink at the end of every semester.

Alex and I held our hands as we followed Felix who led us into another room which was just as pristine as the one we had come out of.

The lobby was just as grand as the main entrance itself. A water coloured painting of the Eiffel tower hung loosely on a nail at a corner of the room, the floor is covered in beautiful patterns of white and blue linoleum. There's two large pot of red flowers set in the middle of the room. A window was open, letting in the cool afternoon breeze into the room.

Everything was polished neat and clean. Must really be a lot of work for the cleaner. And hundreds of extra dollars gained too.

Alex guided me towards the elevator, leaving Felix behind. Once inside, he scanned his face to the reader attached to the elevator panel. It beeped, a bright white light flashing green. I'm sure it's for extra safety, because one can never be too careful. Especially in a country like this.

The elevator rumbled, throwing me off balance. I gummed firmly to his side to keep my eyes from spinning as the elevator whizzed up. "I'm sorry," I mumbled and pressed my right hand firmly to my forehead. Whether he heard or not, he didn't show it.

The elevator opened directly into the living room. My eyes widened in amusement at the sheer size of the place, much bigger and luxurious than what I had seen downstairs.

I took a step into the living room, my mouth agape.

The brilliance of the golden French sun filtered in through the lush curtains, penetrating the dark corners of the room. The floor was covered in a plush beige carpet that looks invintingly warm and soft. To my right, there's a massive oak shelf filled to the top with hardcovers and paperbacks. A foldable ladder made of matching oak wood to reach the books on the highest shelves stood by the shelf and a large fireplace filled with ciders burn brightly at the rear end of the room.

Hell no, this is nothing compared to what I've seen in my twenty-eight years of existing.

He hasn't said a word to me ever since we got here."This is lovely," I complimented, breaking the silence.

"It's exclusively Jordan's property. My property. I stay here anytime I visit France."

I forced down a spittle that had form in my throat. Not even a word of approval him, instead he painstakingly stressed the fact that it was his property.

Tchhh.

How arrogant.

He had changed from the man who had wanted to make love to me on the flight to this arrogant, egotistical man who now stood before me.

Maybe he's trying to be careful…

Or maybe he doesn't want me anymore.

No, that's not possible. He wanted me, I know he does.

"I'm sure you're wondering where the bedroom is by now?" He said.

Aha. The most important thing to me. "Yes," I affirmed in excitement. I can't wait to see how luxurious mine would look. "Where is mine?"

Alex walked on, leading me through the room to another sliding door. I'm enchanted by the flex of his muscles beneath the cotton fabric which sat snugly on his masculine frame.

"Here's our room," he said with a wave of his hand, his voice a baritone thicker than usual.

I felt my cheeks glow red as the weight of his words hit me squarely in the face.

I'll be sharing a bed with him.

His eyes flickered with an emotion I sure have seen before, but I couldn't place my hands on it. Was it excitement? Masculine greed? Or was this sleeping arrangement his doing?

"We both know this arrangement isn't... appropriate." I murmured.

We're a couple, Ashley," he countered. "What's not right in me sharing a bed with my wife?"

I've set him right on edge, and he doesn't look like someone who will back down till I give in. I needed to fight this, but I have no power left in me to activate my defiant nature.

Every iota of affection we shared on the plane was gone, and is now replaced by trepidation.

"But -," I was about to reply when he cut me off mid sentence, and strode to where I stood.

He cupped my face in his hands, bringing us close again. I couldn't help but notice his Adam's apple which stood at the base of his neck.

"No buts, little angel." He whispers. "I know you're scared I'll take advantage of you. I might be a Jordan and have zero idea what you've heard about us, but I'm also a gentleman who won't take advantage of any lady. Most especially you. Remember my promise to you on the flight here."

I remembered. I had made him promise that out of my emotions, but it seemed he's ready to go through with it. Am I really ready to trust Alex?

"Yes, I remember," I murmured.

"Good. And I want to reaffirm that promise to you. I won't hurt you. I won't fuck you senseless without your consent, I won't make you go wild till you burst in pleasure, I won't finger you till you come without your consent. But I promise to walk around this house butt naked so you'll see how big my cock is, and you'll realize you're missing out by not having me inside you."

I froze in shock as his palms came to rest on my breasts, emphasizing the words he just said.

He's such a shameless man, I thought. But my body thought otherwise, as pure desire coursed through my me. I silently wished he'd do those things he had said to me. If only he knew the effect his words have on me.

Alex left me dumbstruck and slowly made his way back downstairs. For a drink in the bar, I guess.

I couldn't help but what wonder what lay in full stock for me in these coming three months. I mumbled a silent plea to the heavens, desperately wishing it would hear me.

Heavens save me from the arrogance of this Jordan.

Heavens please help me.