All Chapters of Addicted To My Accidental Husband: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

(Leigh’s POV) “Me?” My voice echoed in the hallway. “Do you want to die now, Alfie?” I utter calmly, but my glaring eyes are fixed on him, hoping that he would get hurt with my dagger eyes. He coughs, pretending to choke and mouth shrugging downward. He walks behind Ella as if he could hide his body in hers. “I agree with...” says Chase, reading my assistant’s name in his nameplate. “Alfie.” His brown eyes sparkle with amusement. “You’re beautiful and --”  He stops when I raise my index finger. If we were in a different situation, what he said would make my heart flutter, but he agreed with my gay friend and assistant about making me the bride. “You have just suggested I throw myself at the pit of eternal damnation,” I snarl at

(Alexander’s POV) Kayleigh Davis is my lawfully wedded wife, and right now, she is standing in front of me, wearing nothing but my top pajama, which is enough to cover a portion of her upper thighs.  “Sorry, we have to share one pajama,” she smiles sheepishly as she brushes her hair. “I asked Alfie to bring me fresh clothes tomorrow.” I watch her climb up the bed and take her smartphone. She taps the bed excitedly. “Come here, Alex. Come on, hurry!” Wondering what it is about, I sit beside her, only to find out she is facing a camera and not some message from her cellphone. She pulls my arm closer to her, making my manhood hard as my nostrils catch her sweet-smelling scent. She puckers her mouth on my cheek then clicks the camera. She checks the picture afterward and then pouts her lips. 

(Leigh’s POV) Before Alex could explain himself, I had already hit his hand on my thigh with my cellphone, making him roar with laughter. He raises his hands after ending the call and still laughing. “Chase won’t accept any of my explanations anyway,” he says, picking his cup and sipping coffee. “He likes you,” he continued as his smile disappeared. I almost choked at what he said. He heaves a deep sigh and leans on the backrest of the chair. “So, tell me about your family before we go there.” He clucks his tongue and shakes his head, surprising me. “I don’t want to go in a war without knowing anything, Leigh.” I frown at him. “You’re not going into a war, husband,” I utter, twitching my lips and squinting my eyes. “But come to think of it,

(Leigh’s POV)             “Alexander Hearst, what have you done?” I ask furiously as I watch him roam around my tiny bedroom as if he is in a museum. I am crying in a panic, but my crazy husband seems to be amused with my artwork and the cleanliness of my room.   “A week delayed?” I yelled, growling at him. He turns to me. “It was taking you too long to think. If you’re not pregnant, then it’s easier to file the divorce.” He pulls the chair on my study table and pulls me to him, sitting me on his lap. I bit my lower lip to stop myself from crying, but the back of my legs was swollen after my father paddled me five times that I could not help myself from yelping. I grip his arm, stopping myself from screaming. Alex’s forehead knitted, and he seem

(Leigh’s POV) When Alex and I enter the dining room, my nostrils get excited smelling my mother has prepared all my favorite food. My eyes give Alex a quick look, and he seems to be amazed at the long table. I hold his hand and tug him to the two vacant seats. We are like in a traditional classroom, always having the same seating arrangement. Papa is seated on the head seat of the table, while Mama is in his right while Granny is on his left. The following would be according to our birth order, and being the youngest, I would be on the farthest end of the table.    We usually have dinner outside when we are all together since we do not fit at the long table now that my brothers and sisters have their own family and children, but today, only the adults are in the dining room. Suddenly, I want to join my nephews and nieces in the backyard, enjoying their dinner.