I woke up to find my husband gone. I was sure he had come back during the night but he was gone now.
I couldn’t believe I had gotten married yesterday. I wondered what my life was going to be like now. I had only thought about my dad and was extremely grateful that my dad was fine. There was more hope for him now. I would hope as much as I could that he would be fine. That he would wake up. I wouldn’t be alone anymore.
I looked around to observe the luxury of my hotel room. It was my first time being in a hotel. I could never have afforded anything so luxurious. The bed was soft and so comfy, I slept so easily last night. The air freshener released a brilliant scent in the air. The AC was active now but I remembered the night had not been cold. It was cold now.
After observing round I found out there was a heater as well as a conditioner. I couldn’t explain how the room was in the perfect temperature for me to sleep but it was awesome. I would drop a review on the hotel if I could. Their services were awesome.
But where was my husband? I had no idea of what to do with myself now.
I jumped up in alert as I heard a knock on the door, a wave of nervousness enveloped me for a moment as I thought it was Alexandro King, but when I opened the door, I found Chloe standing on the other side.
I sighed in relief.
“It might not be me another time. Always confirm before you open the door. You’re now Mrs. King.” She warned.
I only nodded as I reached out to help her, she was holding two bags, one in each hand.
“Don’t ever try to help your workers.” Then she sighed deeply. “You have a lot to learn, Mrs. King.”
“I thought you weren’t like other staff, you’re more important. At least I should be able to lend you a hand.” I defended.
“I’m the chief staff. I keep other staff under control, but I’m nothing beside you because you’re Mrs. King.” She explained.
I wanted to point out to her that she was managing me too which made me in the same category as all the staff beneath her but I knew she would only try to make me understand that I was Mrs. King. I kept my mouth shut instead.
“These are clothes for you to wear. I didn’t shop for much because I didn’t know the kind of clothes you’d like. These are for you to wear and choose what you’d rather wear. I apologize if these don’t suit your taste.” She said with so much seriousness. What was to be so serious about clothes?
“I can wear anything.” I said, opening the bag and bringing out the sealed designer inside the bag, “Woah! This is huge.” I said, laughing.
“You can’t wear anything. You’re Mrs. King.” Chloe said for the hundredth time. “Today, when we go shopping, you’ll look at all the clothes and styles that are of the highest worth and beauty, and then you will choose a certain design or style you like. As Mrs. King, you have to have a certain taste, if you show to be a woman of no choice, the outfit wouldn’t recognize you.” She explained.
I sighed, this was going to be a lot of work. There was nothing normal about being Mrs. King, Nothing normal about this marriage either. I didn’t know whether to be glad or not that my husband was missing this morning but the thought of last night, the fact that he had tried to touch me got me shivering. What if he came back? Would I let him touch me if he insisted? Then I remembered why he had left.
“Chloe? Did something happen last night?” I asked.
She gave me a weird look that made me feel she knew. “Nothing you should worry about.” Was her reply? “Now pick which you would wear now and go take your bath. Underwear is in that bag.” She snapped at me, it was like she was calling herself home.
Luckily, everything fitted perfectly. The bath was awesome and refreshing. I felt as clean as a baby when I was done.
The dress I chose was a flurry body hug dress, I had chosen it because I guessed it would be light in my body and it was. The other dress seemed so heavy and I didn’t like it. It seemed a bit too extravagant.
I came out barefoot, wearing the dress I had chosen, and I saw Chloe nod in approval. “This shoe fits your dress better.” It was a glass heels. It seemed like Mrs. King would be wearing heels a lot. “You look good in black as well. A perfect match for Alexandro.” She said in approval.
Just when she was finished speaking, I heard something ring.
“That’s room service. Your breakfast is here.” She said.
“Why hadn’t you used the bell when you came earlier?” I asked. I thought I only said it in my mind and not allowed it, but I knew I had when she replied.
“I did, you didn’t answer. I guessed it wasn’t a sound you’re used to so I knocked.” She explained, giving me that ‘you have a lot to learn look’. I was grateful her gaze wasn’t that of disapproval or disappointment but just noting that I had a lot to learn. I would be seeing her a lot and often so her opinion of me would determine if I was going to be frustrated or not. I intended to make her my friend.
Chloe didn’t even stand up from where she was sitting, she picked a short two-buttoned remote that had been sitting on the small table in the middle of the room and pressed one of the buttons. The door opened with a click.
Woah.
Someone came in, she was dressed in white and black like the hoteliers in movies. She came in pushing a cart filled with mouth-watering dishes of different varieties.
Chloe turned to look at me. “I didn’t know what you’d like.” That was going to be the explanation of lots of things.
There were some things I didn’t recognize on the cart.
“What would you like to eat?” I asked her, but she snapped at me back.
“Never eat with staff. Don’t even think of it!”
This was getting tiring.
I selected the plainest of all meals, I hoped it would taste as good as it looked.
Chloe went to the fridge to bring juice, water, and a glass cup.
The server left as soon as I had chosen a meal and Chloe stood up, “Eat well, I’ll be back.”
I watched her back as she left, grateful I could flush the food down the toilet if I didn’t like it.
Not long after she left, the door rang again.
I wondered if she had forgotten something but as soon as I picked up the remote to press the door open, I remembered her warning to always confirm who it was before opening the door. She was probably testing to see if I was going to be an obedient student or not.
I stood up to check who it was, Technology was Awesome. There was a screen showing who was behind the door.
On the other side was my husband, looking very impatient and angry.
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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
I’ve covered a lot of things in my life, I’ve hoped for a living mother, and a healthy father, and I’ve wished for a bulkier bank account but never had I dared to hope for a man. I never hoped for a touch of comfort, I never dared to hope for someone to look at me with such eyes as Alexandro King was looking at me now. How could I hide these feelings his lips were doing to me with my finger in his mouth when I had never analyzed the feelings in my mind? I took a deep breath of relief when he finally let go of my bleeding finger. His mouth must have worked some magic on it because it had stopped bleeding, he held my four fingers and placed a kiss on them before finally letting them go. “I’m hungry,” I whispered, I just hoped we would eat and I could go back to the hotel room. I hoped to leave the hotel soon too, I didn’t like how I was always watched here, and Alexandro King wouldn’t always have to be like this if we were back home. “I’ve already ordered something. It’ll be here in
ALEXANDRO KING Her lips trembled slightly as my fingers brushed against them slightly but that was not what got me hard. It was the soft moan that escaped her when the starter melted against her tongue that woke my dick. It was how her eyelid slowly slid shut and the soft air that escaped her lips as the fruits melted in her mouth. My pants tightened uncomfortably when her eyes opened again. Those purple irises were totally coated in pleasure, and I could feel all her uneasiness sweep away as she gave the food all her concentration, oblivious of how every movement she madecaught my attention. She sighed a lot, constantly taking deep breaths, whenever she was uncomfortable, she sighed, nervous, she sighed. Now I knew she moaned too. I wondered if it would be the same sound that she’ll make she was beneath me with my dick totally inside her. Those eyes, I wanted them to darken with pleasure again but one I had ignited with my hands. I could guess she had very responsive skin. What h
I didn’t have to signal anyone that I was done eating, my staff knew well enough what kind of man I was. We walked side by side, my hands still holding hers, she had seemed uncomfortable with my touch earlier but now I could see she didn’t mind. She would be easy to train. I was surprised she walked very steadily on heels; I had expected her to hand on me with every step she took instead she walked confidently in it. “I wouldn’t have guessed you were good in heels.” I voiced my thoughts. She looked at her legs like she had forgotten she was wearing heels. “Oh, the shoes. I didn’t know I could wear them so easily, but they are steady and comfortable, I think it’s because it was expensive. Original stuff.” She said smiling, obviously proud of herself. Displeasure coated my stomach. I intended to break her, to make her able to rely on nothing but me, not to be confident in herself or even proud of herself. The opportunity to correct that came when she was distracted by some kids com
Her eyes flew open. Her lips parted but closed back. She was taking several deep breaths now. I resisted the urge to laugh. Torturing Emily was going to be so much fun. I couldn’t wait for her to break more rules. It took too much control not to buck when her hands touched the band of my briefs by my groin. She just had to touch there, although she avoided any contact with my dick. She could run but she couldn’t hide. Her eyes slip shut as she slip the brief down and my cock sprang free. I loved that her eyes were closed, I could release that smile that had been tempting to escape. I wanted to pull her by the hair and force my cock into her mouth, but this wasn't for my pleasure, it was to teach Emily a lesson. “Touch it, Emily.” I snarled, teetering at the edge of control. She must have felt the anger in my voice because her fingers came up in a jump, but her eyes didn’t open. I smiled, she shouldn’t be so shy, this wouldn’t be her first time sucking someone’s cock. Her finger
EMILY I like to claim that I have gone through a lot and have suffered. I had sold my father’s house only to have the money stolen from me. I had lost a mother that had been everything to my father, I had lost my father the night my mom died. I had spent everything I had trying to bring him back. Education had failed for me, and I just wanted to make ends meet. To make my father happy again but when things seemed to be getting bright, he had an accident and was now unable to fight out of come. But never, never had I been at the mercy of a man like I now was at Alexandro King. At first, it had been humiliating. Going down on my knees for him, undoing his belt. But when my hand scraped over his hard-on, I couldn’t believe it turned me on. It was my first time coming face to face with a man’s member and I hated how my mouth had watered at the sight. I was scared he would somehow figure out how wet I was down there! And when he finally came in my mouth? I understood what it was to be a
It was like he had read my thoughts earlier concerning my need for a bag. This was more like a purse, but it had a strap. The purse was small and beautiful, surprisingly, it wasn’t black. It was purple, more like lilac because it was a bit brighter than my iris. “It’s beautiful. I love it. Thank you,” I said, turning to him. “The hotel staff prepared it, I heard they also prepared some clothes for you in the closet too.” He said, staring at my face like he was searching for something, then displeasure sprouted up like he was mad that he couldn’t find it. “Yes, help me appreciate them.” I smiled, rubbing my hands together because this conversation was getting awkward, and Alexandro King wasn’t trying to make it any lighter. “They’re only trying to buy your favor. No one does anything just for the fun of it. Everyone has intentions.” He said coldly. His words were aimed at me and not the Hotel staff and I knew it. He was implying that my actions right now had a motive, and I wouldn’t
I snapped back to reality to see a very beautiful lady standing in front of me. We were all staring into the picture in the phone I was holding but my mind had been so far from my body that I had no idea someone had joined us. “I’m so sorry. I got carried away.” I apologized clumsily. I didn’t dare look up at the look on Alexandro King’s face. I couldn’t help wondering if this was another slip-up. “I understand my dear, you both look so good together,” Then she moved closer to my ears and muttered, “How can a woman not be distracted the morning after her wedding night.” Then she stood upright and stretched her hands, “I’m Lauren Gerr.” She had a nice smile but she added nothing to give me an idea of who she was to Alexandro King and he was standing beside me but didn’t volunteer to fill in the information. “I’m Emily King,” I replied with a smile on my face. “Can I ask a favor?” I asked. It was an opportunity now that there was someone available, instead of just asking a random per