Alexandra’s POVTeenagers are an enigma. They all were. You’d think you know them when you honestly really don’t.Teenagers often try to do the opposite of what their parents want. This is called “being rebellious”. But I’d argue that when there is oppression, there is resistance.Teenagers. Testosterone boys and harlequin girls. Boys, who are raging with hunger from their hormones, and girls, who give them what they want, insurmountable.Teenagers are usually passionate, rife with arguments and rebellious streaks. Every teenager needs to have their rebellious stage or phase. A time when they resisted everything they had to endure. Teenagers always felt a sense of entitlement. So when they fucked up. They felt their parents always needed to be there to help them.I supposedly never had such a phase, At least, that is what my family thought. I did.I wouldn’t say it was as bad as people would think but it wasn’t good. But in the end, it was a phase nonetheless. A phase that I was star
Alexandra’s POVMarriage has always been an interesting fantasy for me. I dreamed of falling in love and marrying like a normal person. I wanted to experience the chills and thrills that one would go through during the process, the process of arranging a ceremony that is. I had long known that I might not get the chance to have a normal marriage ceremony. Or marriage. But my parents reassured me earlier, that I could get the chance to fall in love and marry who I chose. I was a heiress. I didn’t need to marry for money. I believed them.I shouldn’t have.My parents had gone back on their word. I was marrying someone I didn’t love. And all I was experiencing for the ceremony were chills. “Do I really have to be here?” I asked Adrian. He laid on the other side of the hotel’s wide King size bed, reading a magazine.“Yes, we just got married, we can’t be apart.” He replied, casually flipping to the next page.“But that doesn’t mean we have to share a hotel room. We also do not need to go
Alexandra’s POV*Knock knock*The knock from the suite’s door brought me out of my stupor.I stared at the door for a long time. Contemplating whether or not I should go check who it was. I really didn’t want to get up from my position.The knock came again, this time with a voice.“Room service.”I still didn’t move.Maybe if I ignored it, they’d go away.As if on queue, my stomach growled. I frowned. I was hungry but I still didn’t want to get up. I pondered on what to do. An Idea came to mind.“Adrian~” I called out. He didn’t respond at once.“Adrian~” I tried again and this time, he came out.“Yeah?” He said leaning on the door of the bedroom. He stared at me, suspicion laced in his eyes. “There,” I pointed at the door, a foolish grin on my face, “Get it.” He blinked at me. Then at the door. I reveled in his muffled expression. “You are my hubby, remember? Your wife requires your assistance.” I teased, expecting his embarrassed mien.Something flashed in his eyes, it was gone
Alexandra’s POV“Do you have any friends?” What the fuck?“Huh?” I looked up from my phone to stare at Adrian.“Friends, Do you have any? I didn’t see anyone that could fit that title at the wedding.” He was working at the time. With his notebook and some files, he had a different air. He really was the head of SC. “Of course I do, I have a small group.” I responded. Who didn’t have friends? I had friends, or maybe it was better to say friend… it was a really small friend group.“You didn’t invite them ?”“Do you have any friends?” I fired back at him, ignoring his question. There was no way I would tell my friend about this. She would freak out. You would think with how far the news would have gone, she would have already known but no. My best friend, Katrina Stevens, was the exact definition of crazy.I met her in college, when I still hung out with the phony high class females, who were only good at gossiping. During one of the gossip sessions, they just so happened to pick Katri
Adrian’s POVI was Apathetic growing up. There seemed to be a few things that could grab my interest, even fewer that could keep it.I was more disinterested in people. My mother often told me to make friends. Lots of them. That I’d be able to talk to them and share my thoughts, feel belonged. I didn’t believe it. I didn’t believe that I needed so many people to feel among. Humans were very fickle. Everyone who ever approached me secretly wanted something from me. It disgusted me. I did meet someone who satisfied me. Just enough but that relationship collapsed shortly after.I believe that, at some point, I was a bit lonely. Carl Jung once said: “Loneliness does not come from having no people about one, but from being unable to communicate the things that seem important to oneself, or from holding certain views that other people find inadmissible.”I don’t understand what that was supposed to mean.I had only ever met 2 people who deviated from this pattern.My only friend. Tom Harr
Alexandra’s POV Adrian and I spent our first day as a married couple at the hotel suite. We lounged around in silence. A comfortable one. When it was late at night, bed time, I finally dragged my lazy limbs towards the bedroom. Adrian followed behind me. I stopped. He stopped. I gave him a judgmental look. He raised a questioning brow in response. “What’re you doing?” I asked. Folding my arms. “Going to bed.” He replied flatly. “Where?” I squinted at him. “There.” He pointed towards the bedroom with a matter-of-fact look. “No, you’re not.” I deadpanned. Although we slept together last night, I wasn’t going to let it happen again. “And why not?” “Because I’m sleeping there.” “Darling, the bed is very big. It will fitu Adrian, but I wasn’t convinced. “But still, I do not feel comfort-“ I hadn’t even finished my sentence before Adrian walked past me and into the room. “Hey!” I walked after him. “We’re going on a honeymoon soon, we’re going to have to get used to sleeping to
Alexandra’s POVBizarre situations are led by bizarre people. Katrina was definitely the most bizarre person here.Her thoughts and actions always deviated from normalcy. I once took her to the hospital to check her brain. Apparently she was fine. Just a little strange that’s all.I always had to expect the unexpected when it came to her. Her crackheadness was out of this world.Who knew when and how she had fixed her hair up and put on light makeup. But she had. The rose that she currently shoved in Tom Harris’s face, I didn’t even want to know where she had got it from.When it came to love and relationships, Katrina had a free approach to it, if she liked you she would tell you and immediately start a chase_ a very persistent one.She had her boundaries too. Like if the other person was already in a relationship. She wouldn’t push it. She was always getting dumped.But she was a very fickle person and she was quite fine with that.“What in the world? Where did she get that?” I hea
Adrian’s POVI have been happy lately. My days, as of date, seemed much better as they filled me with happiness and anticipation.Happiness from previous event’s. Anticipation for new happy situations.Alexandra wasn’t exactly affectionate. If anything she was the opposite, she did not want a bit of affection from me. She would flare up whenever I teased her, adorable.She had a weird sense of entitlement. I did the cooking at home. She went along with it and made weird demands for dinner. Sometimes she didn’t care and her only requirements were that…….I keep my caviar away from her sight. She loved to repeatedly draw attention to my taste. Ordinarily, I would not allow anyone to make fun of it like that. But I really could not bear to be angry at her.At night we cuddled, although she wouldn’t admit it, she liked them. I had a very shy wife. She would cover up her embarrassment by changing the topic or ignoring me. Lately I have been trying to shorten the distance between us with my