Alex gritted his teeth, seeing who crashed his small intimate wedding party. It was his father. “What are you doing here, father?” Alex hissed angrily. His father’s presence completely pissed him off. Especially with Iris here, completely blissful on their wedding day. The kidnapping situation schemed by his father also had not yet been resolved. Alex did not yet find a better punishment fit for his father. “Why? To congratulate you, of course!” His father’s mocking laughter boomed around the open garden. Alex saw Sebastian’s men already barricaded Iris, and she was hugged by her three best friends, who threw a sharp gaze at his father. They acted like a proper shield for his wife. “Bullshit! Just say what you want and get the fuck out of this place!” Alex threw a venomous order to his father. The arrival of his father was an oversight on his part. He should have anticipated that his father would come and ruin his wedding. His father shook his head in disappointment. He
IRISIris watched the drama between her now husband–Alex– with his father unfold in front of her eyes.Now she realized why Alex hated his father, rebelled with all his might, and refused to obey his father’s order.Bad blood was an understatement to describe their relationship.After Alex kicked out his father and the useless bodyguards because they failed to keep Alex’s father safe from Alex and Sebastian’s wrath, the atmosphere around her gradually relaxed.“I am deeply sorry for this disturbance, babe,” Alex, without hesitation, came across her and put her in his big warm h
She felt tired after they finally arrived at the hotel. Alexander patiently waited for her to stroll through the corridor after they exited the private lift to the presidential suite Alex had rented for their wedding night. He nibbled her ears and neck during their short journey in the lift. Soft compliments and hot promises were uttered in between, making her turn on and crave more. “I can’t believe you are finally becoming mine,” he said while caressing her body still wrapped in a wedding dress. When the lift door opened, her face was already beet red and Alex out of the blue took her body and carried her bridal style until they reached the foyer of the presidential suite. He opened the door and took her again until they reached the master bedroom already decorated in a theme of a romantic wedding night. Hundreds of red petals of roses scattered around the master bedroom. Filled the room with the soft fragrance of the roses. Added with half dozen flower bouquets prepared and
ALEXANDERThey spent the night full of passion. He pleasured her all night and stopped when the dawn broke and Iris said she couldn’t take it anymore. He slept well and woke up well-rested around 11 AM in the noon. Iris was still sleeping deeply beside him and he couldn’t help himself from kissing her cute nose. Iris swatted his face unconsciously and he chuckled because of her antics. After stretching, he went to the bathroom and cared for his business. He took a cold shower, washed his face and brushed his teeth. Even when he finished doing his things, Alex checked that his wife still slept peacefully. A cast of sunlight came through the curtains and made her auburn hair shine exquisitely under it. She was fucking beautiful he counted his blessings every day. He let her sleep a little longer and chose to work in the living room. He checked the phone and saw dozens of emails come through the inbox after Sheila sorted them out. Alex called room service and asked them to prepare
Up until the afternoon, they were just resting and making out which turned into several making-love sessions. Iris begged him to stop and let her rest and have a lovely evening strolling and pleaded with him to have a nice romantic dinner outside the hotel suite. Like a pussy-whipped he was, Alexander of course agreed to whatever Iris asked him. That was why he was waiting for the personal shopper to bring Iris' designer cocktail dress from the boutique delivered pronto to their presidential suite. He even offered to call Iris to call a professional makeup artist and hair to do her makeup. But Iris vehemently refused the idea and stated that she didn't need the team to do her simple makeup that night. She just wanted to spend the night with him as much as she could, sans the bed. It was a bummer for him, but he thought that they still have countless nights in the future, so he let this one go. While his wife was waiting for the dress, she put on her makeup and made her beaut
“Where are we going?” Iris asked him excitedly a moment later after he exited the bedroom and impatiently waited for her to finish dolling up. She emerged like a nymph and casually walked toward him with a smile that could waver his heart. Alex was ready to kiss her, but she put her hands on his mouth and threw an angry gaze at him, “Don't touch me! I spent almost an hour putting this makeup on!” she said. Alex receded and he suppressed his wants by following her instruction. Bummer!“Alright!” He put his hands up, a gesture to surrender. Seeing that, Iris then softened her gaze and stances. A satisfied smile graced her sensual lips, thinking he backed down and did not touch her during their dinner and expected him to be on his best behavior. “We will have a simple candlelight dinner to answer your question. I already reserve the place. We need to take a chopper first though,” Alex answered her question. Even though he was barred to kiss and messing up her makeup, he still adamant
After Alex helped Iris settle on her chair and he did that as well, Francis came to assist and explained to them what they would get in this candlelight dinner. They would get a seven-course meal with some French naming menu on the table. For every course that came out, Francis always came and explained them one by one. Iris listened to him attentively with a polite expression. She also complimented Francis for his every creation and the team's hard work to prepare their dinner on such short notice. Francis looked like a pleased chief because he knew that making Iris happy would automatically make him feel good too—a plus point for Francis’ culinary experience. When it came to dessert time, Iris looked positively happy. "Oh, my God! The food here is perfect! I don't even know such a great restaurant located here," Iris said in between their light conversations during the dinner. "I take it that you like this one, baby?" he indulged her. And she nodded enthusiastically. He shoul
IRISShe felt a sense of peace when Alex took her in his arms and they danced intimately with just a faint melody of the restaurant’s speaker. Even the music did not match the elegant movements that Alex led. In the middle of the dance, Alex suddenly asked her, “Tell me, are you happy now?”She stopped the dance and looked up at him. She tried to search for what he meant by asking her that question. But Iris went to honesty and she answered based on how she felt since she met and finally married him. “I am happy but scared too…” she said. Laid bare the turmoil and a constant struggle inside her heart and head. “Why?” he expressed his concern verbally, while his hands steadily held her in his hug. “The happiness feels temporary like you can revoke it anytime, or… to be precise, this has a time limit.” All of her vulnerability was fully shown in front of Alex. She knew that a contract was a contract, it had an expiration date. But… could she hope and asked for more than this? Iri