The moment Izabella got out of the house, Aleksander walked towards her. They walked in silence.
“You seemed miles away,” commented.
She stopped walking as they were making their way to the car. Aleksander glanced at her. Silently, the man's brows met.
"Don't laugh at me, but I want to clear one thing," she said gently.
"Feel free. What is it about?"
"How did you know where I live?"
"I know since I arrived at the stadium yesterday."
She gasped at that knowledge. "So, it's like you've been stalking me?"
"No. I arrived yesterday from Greece. I was supposed to attend your graduation, but I felt I should wait until we talked. And I was planning to yesterday when I followed your gathering in that hotel, but as you bumped into me, I saw in your eyes that you didn't recognize me. I went early to visit you, but Mindy said you left so early. And then I found you on the street...:
His tone had an accusing manner, making her blush.
“I see. But I'm not coming back to your office. I have no interest in working—"
"With me?" Alexander cut her off. "That's not surprising to hear it from you, and I won't compel you to do anything. Izabella, feel free. I would much rather have you stay by my side without serving anyone. You don't have to work as my wife. You can have anything you desire from me. Give it a name."
She emphasized, "I'm not your wife."
"Don't waste your time in that same line since yesterday. I can show you we are married, but I don't have time to discuss that issue. You are my wife, legally speaking."
She gave him a stern look.
"Let's not argue while you're in that condition, not remembering me. You decided to marry me on your own. So far, that's all I have to say. Shanda may attest to it.” He spoke as he approached her.
"What?" She snarled when Aleksander's fingers slipped around her waist; she muttered in irritation.
He gave her a wide-eyed stare. "Your sister is headed this way."
"Your sister..." she taunted, frowning. "Isn't she also your sister?"
"How can I treat her as my sibling if she doesn't view me as one?"
"Ah. You want to give her the idea that you like me."
Aleksander stated plainly, "I like you. And I want her to understand that so she won't chase me."
"Ugh. How arrogant you are."
"Izabella, I'm just direct," he added, putting his mouth next to her ear. "I can tell that you knew what she wanted from me."
She could not deny that statement. She knew how her stepmother wanted them both married to a wealthy man. And she could not ignore the fact during their breakfast that her Aunt Esmeralda wanted him for her daughter.
She scowled. The man's proximity made her uneasy, especially when his hot breath touched her earlobe. She thought it was too personal.
He wasn't paying attention to her, and Izabella turned to look at him for a moment. She was shocked by the abrupt beginning of sexual awareness as she looked at his slanting cheekbones, nose, and olive skin complexion because it had been so long since she had thought a man was attractive aside from her first love.
"Have I met your inspection standards?" He smiled sinisterly.
Her face grew darker.
There was a lot of stillness between them. Even though they were close to the car and in the relative shade, the heat was crushing and suffocating.
Their gaze matched once more.
He lowered his head toward her.
"What are you up to?"
"Have an inkling." He drew his mouth closer to hers, and she found breathing difficult.
Izabella realized she was staring into two dreamy, dark pools of sweltering male need. As his mouth masterfully stroked over hers, desire pounded low in her core before shockingly spreading fast across her body. She was thinking one second and kissing him back the next when she was overcome with a powerful, intense sensation that she could not even describe.
He masterfully and lazily enchanted her mouth as his tongue teased hers with a beautiful elegance that swiftly made her legs weak.
Her stomach twisted. Her body dissolved. She yearned to reach out and touch the hand intimately, warming her naked thigh.
Then suddenly, they heard someone speaking. The spell disappeared.
"What the hell are you two doing, anyway?" Camilla sounded curiously furious.
As her cheeks seemed burned from the heat, Aleksander calmly said, "I'm just appreciating your sister's beauty."
And she accidentally jerked back as Aleksander caressed her face with his hand.
"You blushed like a virgin, sweetheart," the man said. Then he turned to face the newcomer. "Camilla, do you need anything?"
"Never mind," she muttered, turning furiously away.
"Shall we," Aleksander enquired as he looked at her.
“Are you that cold-blooded?”
“Depends on who I talked to. I’m not here to entertain anyone’s fantasy. You are my business alone as my wife. I hope I made that clear.”
Izabella nodded without saying anything.
"What happened yesterday, by the way?" She enquired while he started driving. "How did I travel home?"
"I brought you home with the help of your friend and walked you to your room."
She nodded, unable to control the blush spreading across her cheeks as she recalled the scenes from before she had opened her eyes. "Why did I fall asleep?" she questioned.
He said truthfully, "I made you sleep," and turned to drive.
"How?"
Aleksander responded, laughing, "With magic. I know some trick."
"Why?"
"So, I can talk to your friend in depth. I was curious why you couldn't recall our interactions in Greece."
"And what information did you learn?"
"She doesn't know, but she informed me that there was a disturbance at the airport. Felix was attempting to stop you."
"Ah. I heard that bit from Shanda."
"He is one of your most ardent pursuers in Greece.”
She corrected him, "The one and only. What caused you to arrive abruptly, then?"
"I wish I could earlier, but I thought I should wait until you had finished your studies. Before you decided to marry me, you asked me several demands, including that one."
Izabella made a small apology for the man's admission.
"We're not going to the office?" She became curious when she realized the car he was steering was traveling the wrong way.
"Right," he responded. "I'm curious about something. Later, I'll tell you."
Even after that, she delayed asking him further questions until Aleksander's car drove past a guarded neighborhood and crashed into a large group of trees. He exited, held open the door for her, and moved forward.
Izabella wanted to grin at how gentlemanly Aleksander was. After all, she wasn't far from becoming completely enamored with the man who seemed to have all the qualities a woman looked for in a lover. She could not dispute his unambiguous statement that she found the man appealing.
She jumped out of the car and raced to the man she knew was watching for her. But as she approached the deep forest, three men appeared in front of Aleksander out of nowhere. She stopped moving when she saw the fear in Aleksander's movements.
"Izabella, get back in the car," he ordered. "Drive the car quickly and leave this area."
When the three muscular warrior guys attacked Aleksander, Izabella was stunned and particularly perplexed.
How can she assist him? She backed away, froze, and wondered. Her eyes followed the struggle.
Every warrior around Alexander stood to their feet. The first fighter moved forward and charged at the second one, stopping the warrior's scheme by punching him to the ground, while the second fighter evaded and attempted to attack Aleksander.
The first fighter moved forward and charged at the second one, stopping the warrior's scheme by punching him to the ground, while the second fighter evaded and attempted to attack Aleksander.
Aleksander swiftly used the energy to leap to his feet, dodge several attacks, and slay another warrior. Holding up for him, the last one jumped at him and delivered two powerful blows to the jaw. He flipped him over onto his back after giving him a kick to the crotch.
Aleksander was thrown to the ground when the warrior leaped on top of him, but he could push back while elbowing the warrior in the face.
Izabella had trouble breathing then but soon realized Aleksander was a skilled fighter.
Izabella was terrified when three more warriors arrived. She didn't know where they had come from, so she believed Aleksander's viewpoint was foolish. One is opposing an excess of.
Aleksander tried to strike someone, but he failed. The warrior dodged his blows, counterpunching with kicks and punches. The impact of Aleksander's precise strike to the middle of the warrior's stomach causes his entire torso to twist, making a sound like bones cracking. He clenched his agony and fell to the ground. Aleksander finally kicked him in the head and collapsed.
Izabella shrieked as Aleksander was punched in the jaw, launched into the air, and his body slammed down the slope.
"Aleksander!"
The two men pivoted to look at her. She was stunned when the bulky men advanced in her direction. She started running in trepidation, but she slipped and fell. Then she felt a hand holding her feet and pulling her up but let go of her suddenly. From the ground, she bolted upright and faced them, but she was shocked to see the familiar figure of a man fighting with the bulky warriors. Ugh. I cannot be confused, no. I saw a green creature with the same skin in my dream, but that was like five years ago, the last time I saw him. Izabella reflected as she fixed her gaze on the warrior among the tricksters who was the most rooted. All of them were propelled into the air and vanished. Her position on the lush ground caught his attention as he halted and quickly peed into the distance to ensure they weren't in danger of attack. He moved quickly and appeared in front of her in a flash, immobilizing her. He amplified his hand to her. She reached for the warrior's palm already in front of h
When Larry said, "Feel at home, madame. I'll pick up Levitra first," she was pulled back to the present. Izabella felt relieved she would have the chance to spend time by his side. She took a deep breath and stared at him, shaking on the large bed. He opened his eyes gradually after sensing her presence. The man chuckled, "You looked like you were going to pass out. Come over here." He held his hand, and she softly walked up and palmed it. She was honest when she said, "I'm worried about you. "Will you be alright?" He replied, "There's no need for that, Iza. I'll be okay. "Don't worry, I'll be on my feet tomorrow," the speaker said. "Are you sure you're not giving me empty hope?” The only reaction was a head tilt from Aleksander. "I did not come back here and be let down," The determination in his voice compelled her to question, "What do you mean, Aleks?" Due to the pounding feet, Aleksander was unable to respond. And then, a woman with dark skin and long, curly hair appeared
Her eyes narrowed when she looked at her hands on the wheels. It was turning hairy, and her fingers were becoming elongated. She felt a hot, almost burning sensation all over her body amidst the air-con blowing. But before Izabella could be processed what was going on with her, a car at high speed came in front of her. The headlights blinded her then she felt like she was ruling in the air. And then her head hit a metal frame before blackness took her. And then she felt him. He moved closer until that warm breath fanned against her ear again. He breathed into it. "Izabella," he growled, making her body tremble. No! She screamed and started running without looking back. "Iza!" That voice seemed worried and troubled. And a muffled cry. She stooped, fighting the hands that held her. And slowly, she opened her eyes. "Oh, God! Thank you, you're awake now..." "S-Shanda..." she uttered and leaked her lips. "What happened? Where am I?" Before her friend could reply, the door opened, an
"You're a brilliant woman, Izabella," he replied, causing him to appear amused. A mocking smile appeared on her lips. "That gives me creeps "Save your breath for the fiery question which you might need later. I expect that you empty your plate so I can talk to you with sense," the man said and headed to the door. Her eyes followed the man. "Wait," she called, and he paused at the doorway, his piercing blue eyes returning her gaze. "Who are you? Are you some philanthropist or-" "I am the owner of this house." She waited for him to go on, but his bright arched brow seemed he was done talking. "Can you tell me why I am here?" "As I've said, eat your food, and your questions will be entertained once you're in the right mind. You need it after that drugs were injected into your bloodstream." "H-how did you know?" "I talked to the doctor who examined you. Now, be a good girl and eat." "I'm not done talking," she insisted. The man slowly turned his back to face her again. His arms
"No," he said, his voice a profound roll that made her shudder despite the sweat breaking out over her skin. "Don't fight.""Why not? So, you'll seize me like Felix did and sedate me?" She hissed.Shaking his head, he peered over her head."I appreciate you coming, Shanda. When she is calm, I'll phone you.""No! Don't leave me here," she pleaded. "I want to go with you. Call my dad, Shanda."Shanda hesitated. She was looking from Izabella to the man."You know the right thing to do, Shanda. You know she'd been with me for almost a week, and I never hurt or took advantage of her," Aleksander reasoned."Don't listen to him, Shanda. Please!" Izabella screamed when her friend left without a second thought. "Shanda, help me! I want to go home with you.""Stop it," he ordered. "Don't waste your energy for nothing."His words made her angry. She glared at him and bit his hand down hard.He swore under his breath and growled.Unceremoniously, he lifted her over his shoulder and carried her to
The sudden urge to claim her rose - hotter than the blood in his veins - and he had to clench his jaw to keep himself in check. But he could not stop himself from nosing the curve of her neck, inhaling deeply as a low growl rumbled in his chest. More animals than Khrall. His loin stirred to life, which he was aware she felt, and his desire grew more potent at the strangled gasp that passed her lips. It's uncommon for anybody to evoke such a reaction from him and never had it come from somebody he scarcely knew and as youthful as the lady concerned. He sighed deeply and groaned at the images that played in his mind of what had happened a while ago. How could he forget the heat from their body contact as he carried her? When she attempted moving once more, he was constrained to act. Sliding her from his shoulder, he denied her face into his chest and held her legs until they were wrapped around his hips. It was not a perfect position, as he felt her bouncing against his crotch with ea
"Bravo, Izabella," he chimed and stood up. "Sit down, and wait for me here. I have a phone call." Izabella swallowed when the man suddenly disappeared in front of her. That's when she realized what she saw inside her room was not a hallucination. Is it right for me to decide to agree to marry him? Izabella asked herself while waiting for Aleksander to return. He knew what I could be soon. At least I don't need to hide anything from him since he discovered my dark secret. Isabella was not surprised when Aleksander appeared back to his seat, except for the familiar medicine bottle the man placed on the table in front of his plate. "Why did you take that from my bag?" She could not hide the fear in her voice. "Where did you get this medicine?” He quirked an eyebrow. “I searched about it, but no pharmaceutical company sells it." "How the hell do I know? And why are you interested in knowing about it?" "I want to know what you use it for. Was it to stop your shapeshifting? If so, whe
"That's not all. I need to spend time with you. I like talking to you, and you don't appear awed by my extravagance as you're reluctant. You don't need to believe it, and I regard that. It's been a long time since I've had any regard for a lady. I, too, happen to appreciate ... a show." "A show?" She swallowed. She was concerned with the images that played in her brain. Shithead, is this guy a horny alien? Argh! "I like to observe a lady strip, and that's all I need right now. I need to see you uncover that body to me. Imagine you're strolling on the runway like you did, wearing most of those meager attires." "Yes, exactly. You're pretty odd for an alien to like strippers. Did you get clubs back on your planet? Are you sure your planet doesn't have a name of Oozing spermatozoa?" "No, you're twisting what I said," he picked his nose as if annoyed. However, he wanted to bark with laughter at the naughty rounded expression on her face. Such a playful brain! "You're a strangely alien