|||||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
|||||"I didn't know my kitty has claws." Xander chuckled behind me as we exited the restaurant. I glanced over my shoulder at him and gave him a flat look. "You sure you didn't know? I am pretty sure a lot of people thought my nerves were made of some extra-terrestrial material by the way I dealt with you over the last three years." He let out a stupid laugh before falling in pace with me. "You are crazy." He muttered. "Well, you need to be crazy - at least a little bit - to be able to deal with crazier bosses like you." I gave him a flat look.But my asshole boss slash husband did not seem to take offense and just guffawed like he was having the time of his life.This was not the plan that I had in mind. In my great plan of things, he would have been extremely exhausted by now and absolutely grumpy and cranky like he always gets when there was too much work.But here he was, taking an evening stroll after a good, wholesome dinner."Do we really have to go back to work?" he asked
|||||“So did you two meet at work?” Landon asked the obvious question.River shrugged. Now that we were not in a professional setting, River was not interested in talking to these guys. Not because they were mean or she was a bitch or anything. She was just mad at me for dragging her along to this after she had said no to going out with me.Well, I guess I was being a little manipulative here, but as they said, everything was fair in marriage and war. I know I modified that phrase a bit, but who cared?“We have been working together for three years now,” I told Landon, “and she has been the best thing that has happened to me ever. Somebody who understands me, somebody who is the calm to my chaos.”I did not like how true that sounded.River looked over at me and then gave me one of her most irritated looks. I would say she was one step away from having her left eye twitching. It had been a while since I saw that.I guess I have been keeping her fairly happy lately, because if it was
|||||I just stared at the schedule as if I could magically make some of the engagements disappear. "You can't will them to go away, Mr. King." I cringed for the tenth time since we got to the office. I looked up to glare at River. "Can you stop calling me that? Do you hear me calling you Sterling?" River shrugged, walking around the desk to get to the other side where a heap of files lay waiting to be reviewed. "You should. I am Sterling at work." She said nonchalantly. "Not your wife.""So we are going to go back to last name basis at work? Honey, does that make any sense?" I asked her, even though I was plotting a trap onto which my wife was going to walk in blind. "Yes." She said. I pretended to give it a thought and then nodded, as if resigning to her ridiculous ideas. A triumphant smile appeared on her face as I handed her tablet over to her. "Alright then. I will let you know when your ten o' clock gets here, Mr. King." She chirped before turning to walk away. I mumbled
|||||"So?" I looked over at Xander and raised a brow. "So what?" I asked him. He tsked as he walked over to the fridge to get water. "So how does it feel to be back in the apartment?" He asked. I raised a brow. "Am I supposed to feel something different?" I looked around, making sure that I had not missed any renovation that might have taken place while we were in Seychelles. "What's different? I don't see anything different," I said, looking around one more time.Xander clucked his tongue and walked over to the cabinet to bring out two glasses, pouring water into both."I'm asking about how you feel being back at the house as Mrs. King," he asked, matter of factly.I rolled my eyes at him as he held out one glass of water for me."Thank you," I muttered as I took it."And no, I do not see anything different. Because there is no other audience, so it's not like we have to pretend to be an actual married couple right now."Xander, being the dramatic asshole that he was, pretended
||||"Can you please stop working?" I looked over at Xander, who was staring at me with all things dirty in his mind. I ignored him. I planned to ignore him the whole flight. And when we get back—sure, when we are back in the office, I won't be able to do that since I'm his PA at work. But at home, he was getting the silent treatment from me."Baby, you're being a little overdramatic right now," he said in his most saccharine voice ever.It was sweet enough that the air hostess, who frequently worked with his jet during his business trips, looked over at him as if he had grown two heads. I could not blame her. This new Xander was like a museum exhibit. Everyone was curious what was going on with him. Well, most people thought that I was what was going on with him. It was only I who knew what was actually happening.Xander looked over at the hostess and shrugged."Do you think asking your wife to... put on a dress of your choice is such a bad thing?""You don't need to answer that," I