|||||“Okay.” I took a deep breath as I looked out at the entrance of the gala. Cameras flashed everywhere, and their complete attention was on the car even though they were clicking some other person right now. The black Rolls-Royce that Xander was famous for having."It's fine. This is not the first time that you have come to a gala with me." He rubbed my shoulder as if that was going to help. I gave him a look. "Yeah, but this is the first time that I am coming as your wife. The whole personal assistant to wife transition is something that is frowned upon in high society. I said that perfectly.""When did you start caring about what others thought?" He let out a laugh as if it was supposed to be funny. I rolled my eyes. "It's not that I care, it's that I might get beat up in the women's room or something." Xander gave me a disbelieving look. “My darling, you watch too much drama. That kind of thing never happens.” He said and then added as an after-thought. “Almost never.” I
||||I stared at the bottle of placebo pills in my hand.What had once seemed like the perfect plan was now unraveling into the worst thing I could ever do to River and to our relationship. Of course, this had been the plan from the very beginning. It was the reason I married her. I had decided she would make the perfect mother for my child, even if we weren’t truly together. I wanted a child who would inherit the kind of morals and principles she possessed.And I needed to do this if I wanted the inheritance for myself, if I wanted to make sure some idiot like Marcus Thorne didn’t get his claws on the empire I helped build over the past few years then I needed to follow through.But a part of my mind kept asking, Was it necessary to do it behind her back?Why couldn’t I just ask her?And there it was again - the same question that had haunted me before the marriage.What if she doesn’t want to? What if she doesn’t listen? What if she wants to terminate the contract? Then what would I
|||||"I knew you would do something like this," I groaned as I stood in front of the exclusive boutiques that I used to visit with him as his assistant.Xander smirked, looking down at me. "You can't have everything for free, my darling. If you want me to help you, then you have to help me as well.""I thought you said you were going to take care of me."Xander pointed toward the boutique. "I am taking care of you."I grumbled under my breath as I followed him to the exclusive boutique."Xander King?" a man called out. Tommaso Alveordi. Yeah, I don’t think that’s his real name. The man is a hundred percent purebred American. He came forward, his glittery nails sparkling in the studio lights as he reached for Xander to place a kiss on both his cheeks. Xander did not look happy. And that made me feel a little better.Good. He deserved to feel a little uncomfortable."This is my wife." He gestured towards me, and I waved at the crazy fashion designer."River, darling, I knew that you
|||||"You know what I would kill for?" I asked my beautiful wife as I stretched in our bed.River was on her phone, naked under the blanket -the very thought making me hard again - as she read something with the utmost seriousness."Let me guess. Staying in bed all day long, fucking me whenever you please?" She asked robotically, not paying attention.I gave her an appreciative nod. "How do you know that? Have you started reading my mind now? Is that a sort of marriage thing - the ability to read your husband’s thoughts?""Xander, you really need to get a hold of your libido," River said, sighing dramatically. "You've been taking me non stop, in our office, in our bed… and it is almost four in the morning. We really need to sleep.""Then why are you on your phone?" I asked, grabbing her petite form from under the blanket and pulling her toward me, so that now she was flushed against my naked chest.I rested my chin on her shoulder and peered at her phone. She was reading some circula
|||||Xander closed the office door and locked it, turning slowly with that predatory look on his eyes that I was too used to. The look that fired up every single neuron in my body."Strip," he commanded and it took everything in me to not moan at that single word. My heart drummed in my chest. This was crazy. A few months ago, I would have slapped someone if they had told me that I would be taking my clothes off in front of my boss in his office. That I would willingly submit to the tyrant CEO I worked for. But here I was, doing exactly that. And not even trying to put up a fight because I wanted it as much as he did. I peeled off my black blouse, revealing my lacy black bra, my erect nipples straining against the fabric.Xander's eyes travelled down my body as I unzipped my skirt, bending down to pull it all the way down before stepping out of it.I was about to take the stilettos off when he stopped me. "No. Keep that on." I didn't hate the idea."Good girl," he murmured, his
|||||I did not know what was so special about this marriage.It is true that I did plan to get married at some point, but I always expected it to be more work than this.But this one, this marriage with Xander King, this seemed to be extremely easy. It was effortless. I could do it as easily like I was breathing.Maybe it was the lack of pressure and stress.The thing is, when it comes to a real relationship or a real marriage, we always have to worry about the other person and if we would hurt the other person or if we would offend the other person, we have to constantly worry about the other person's feelings.We had none of that between us.Xander and I were like roommates with fuck buddy benefits.And for the outside world, we also had a marriage going on.One week back in the office and I couldn't be any less stressed. And this was a good feeling. I have to admit this. This was a much better feeling. Though I was never going to admit that to the face of the piece of shit that I