My firsts

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 deny it.

“I agree.” I smiled back.

When he only stared back at me and didn’t reply, I sighed and then wished I didn’t. I needed to stop this deep breath-taking habit of mine.

“So, where are we going?” I asked cheerfully. The contrast in our mood was too glaring, while he was distant and cold, I was smiling and cheerful and I was about to take another step up.

“There will be a party tomorrow night, you will attend without me, it’s in the same all we had our weddings after the party.” He replied, ignoring the initial question I had asked.

I nodded to signify yes but Alexandro King’s mood had shifted again because he snapped at me, “When I tell you something, you open your mouth when you want to reply to me.”

“Yes sir,” I answered immediately, my lips trembling slightly. I didn’t think I could hold up my brave attitude tonight. I had intended to ask where we were going again but decided to keep my mouth shut. I couldn’t handle another punishment. I hated that he would try to control me by intimidating me with his body.

“Your phone.” He commanded. I stretched it to him immediately. But in my heart, I wondered why he wanted it and if I could still ask for my old phone. I had decided to never question him again but how I ask if he threw away my sim or if there was any way I could get my contacts back? How do I even ask when I wanted to see my dad? This was not going to be easy.

He touched the screen for like two minutes before handing it back to me. I’ve opened social media accounts for you, a mail, and a bank account. All the apps you need to access them all are in there, tour them when you’re free.” He commanded.

“Yes sir,” I said, trying to hide my excitement. I’ve always wanted something like this. I made a mental note to be extra careful with my phone, it looked so expensive, and it would be terrible if I broke or misplaced it.

First, I needed to to leave this hotel and go home, I could make no progress here, little did I know that I would make less progress when we returned to the King’s Mansion.

Then it popped into my mind to ask Baxter. At least, if I couldn’t question Alexandro King, I might be able to question his workers. I just had to make it seem flimsy and nothing serious. I could bet they would ask Alexandro King first before answering me when it got to serious issues.

With his expression hard, cold, and serious, he turned his back to me and said, “Follow me.”

I did a little, ‘yes, sir’ in my mind as I held my bag and tiptoed after him.

In the long run, I never expected being married to Alexandro King to be easy, I would never expect him to be an easygoing man or even any love from him. Hell, even my father didn’t love me. All he saw was his wife. And then she died.

I would be an obedient wife for as long as Alexandro King needed me to be. I hoped my father woke up and everything changed, I would please him and maybe I could even get a house again. I will not have a bad life. Not even from Alexandro King’s hand. Most of all, I would be happy.

So, when Alexandro King held my hand like he always did when we were in public and out the door, I didn’t just let myself be held, I wrapped my hands around his too—and smiled.

I was prepared for whatever was going to happen today, the day had started outright dramatic so I knew it would be so till the end. It was funny I had only gotten married yesterday.

But I couldn’t deny the surprise that enveloped me when Alexandro King muttered into my ears, “Take a selfie of us.”

First, it was how he bent a little to speak the words directly into my ears, his breath tickled my ears and though his lips didn’t touch me, I wondered how it would feel if he slid a tongue around my earlobe or sucked it. I took a sharp intake of breath.

This was crazy. But I had to admit I loved his voice, there was something confident and rich about it, but then, considering his money and power, what was there not to be confident about? Not to forget his looks.

My arms were a bit short so it was hard to capture both of us together. Alexandro King slipped a hand around me and pulled me closer. Then I took a click.

I was about to make some first moments.

Whether I liked it or not, this man was going to take most of my firsts, my first kiss, my first whatever he made me do earlier today was called, and not this was the first time of taking a picture with a man, on my phone. It was even my first good phone. I almost forgot. He was my first husband.

Would I marry again? Would I have a second husband? Wait! Would anyone marry a woman Alexandro King Dumped?

“Emily!” Alexandro King called. Snapping me out of my stray thought. Damn, I was so easily distracted.