A bride for show

 My hands trembled as I lifted it to unlock the door. I had sincerely hoped I wouldn’t see him for a while, all he needed was a wife and he already married me, I had expected just to be the woman in the picture. He could keep his other women which I was sure he had and left me alone, I would rather spend all my time with my father, maybe if I talked to him, one day he would hear my voice and open his eyes.

My hope for friendship between Alexandro Kind and I didn’t make it past my wedding night. Just one kiss from him had made me realize there was something about being touched by this man that wouldn’t make one remain the same.

I was sure women threw themselves at him all the time. I could bet women begged him for sex, and that was why I was sure he would never look my way for sex. Besides, I wasn’t as sexy as the other women he would have in his life. I never had time to take care of my body like they did.

But the look on his face for a second when the door opened said otherwise.

It was there only for the briefest instance, it was as hot as fire, burning and scorching, trailing from my head to my toes, I felt heat run through me for a brief second before his angry face came back.

He looked very dashing, it was still early but he was wearing a tux, he was fully dressed and looked as neat as he always did. His eyes were dark and alluring, the heat that had once been in them had me captivated, mesmerized.

His whole body was an intimidating work of art. His facial features looked like they were specially molded to steal women's breath but it was his hands I knew I could get infatuated with. They were made to make a woman tremble. Long, bold, and sexy fingers, apart from our wedding ring which I was surprised he still wore, he wore three other rings. They made his fingers a symbol of strength and power.

“Why does it feel like my bride was not expecting me.” He spoke, his dark aura escaping with each word., taking a step into the room. He looked so intimidating, the door was high, but he still had to dunk as he crossed the threshold, I subconsciously took a step back, to maintain the distance between us. A look of displeasure clouded his face. His words from the other night flashed through my mind ‘They never tell me no, Emily.”

I prayed in my heart that he wouldn’t touch me and thankfully, he didn’t. He didn't even try to close the distance that I had maintained, instead, he walked over to the table where my food was laid. There was a way he moved his shoulders when he walked like he could bear the whole world on them.

Then I remembered I had not taken a bite of the food. There was my chance of throwing the food down the toilet if I didn’t like it. I had not taken a bite of the man too, but it was him that could flush me down the toilet if he wanted to.

“You wouldn’t be eating this.” He declared after eyeing the food and his eyes looking around the room to settle on me. Disapproval of my choice of meal was evident in his voice.

Why had Chloe chosen to abandon me with this man? I sighed to myself.

Chloe didn’t. I chose this myself. I replied to myself.

“Black suits you.” He murmured; the disapproval was gone now. I took note of one thing about my husband. He didn’t know how to give compliments.

I would need a notepad to remember everything about this man.

“Why can’t I eat that?” I asked, wondering what he was up to. Was there a specific kind of food I could only eat as his wife?

“Because we would be eating together in the restaurant downstairs.” He replied simply like that explained everything.

Why?

I realized that in this marriage, I should expect no form of explanation from Alexandro King. He gave me an order and I had to follow it. I noted in my mind to ask Chloe why Alexandro didn’t want me eating in the room.

But I was shocked when Alexandro held my hand as soon as we stepped outside the hotel room.

I was so shocked I tried to pull my hand away, but his grip was tight. It was worse when my glass heels began to make sounds on the tile, making people turn to look at us as we walked past them.

I could hear people whispering to themselves boldly, not trying to hide the attention they were paying to us.

I was more surprised when Alexandro King slipped one hand across my waist, keeping it at the small of my back. It was then I realized it was all for a show, not just the wedding had been for publicity, our marriage was also for the public. That was also why we were going to be eating in public.

A special table had been set for us. The table had been overlain with black clothes; the seats were golden like every other seat in the restaurant but had special dark features. The only thing that wasn’t screaming black on the table was a beautiful bouquet of roses. It was very red and beautiful, but there was still a dark aura about it.

Alexandro King pulled out a chair for me like a perfect gentleman, then just after I sat down, he placed the roses in my hands and whispered into my ears, “Be careful of the thorns.”

It was too late; a thorn had already pickled and my finger was bleeding slightly. 

It was too little for anyone to see so I wasn’t surprised when he paid no attention to it, but I couldn’t stop the heat that gathered in between my legs when he finally brought the bleeding finger into his mouth and sucked.

I knew what it was to be turned on.