Page 133 of Adoration: Isn't What It Seems (Love Isn't What It Seems 2)

I nodded, completely understanding her.

“Go home,” I told her softly. “Have a good evening.”

I walked to his office door and knocked. His response was immediate. “Enter.”

I walked in and the moment my eyes landed on Alexander, all the air left me. Just like on that first day I met him, my brain stopped functioning. Our gazes met and those blue eyes still had the same affect on me as they’d had that day. Actually, it was even stronger because now I knew how dark his eyes got in the heat of passion. He sat behind his executive desk, his gaze boring into mine.

I opened my mouth to speak, but stopped, realizing he was still on the phone. He finished his conversation and I waited. His eyes were expressionless. I knew he wasn’t going to make this easy.

“Hello, Alexander.”

He looked tired, the shadow of a stubble on his face. It was such a contrast to his usually clean shaven jawline. I ached with the need to go to him, to touch him. Instead, I stood unmoving, waiting.

“Hello, wife.” While each fiber of me shook with the need for him, Alexander sat calm and unbothered behind his desk, looking like a king ruling his kingdom.

Why was I doing this?I asked myself again.

“Come and sit down.” His voice held a command. Nothing changed there.

I slowly walked to the chair I usually occupied when I was his secretary, but he stopped me.

“No, not there,” he said. I raised my eyes at him in question.

“Is the chair broken?” I asked, confused.

“Here.” He patted a spot on the desk, in front of him. “Sit here, wife.”

“I’m just fine here,” I retorted back. I no longer worked for him, he couldn’t tell me what to do anymore.

“Please, Livy” he added and his voice was a soft plea. Alexander Caldwell did not beg. My name on his lips was like a soft caress. I locked my gaze with him and his eyes burned with something that scared me yet excited me.

Just like that, my legs started moving towards him. My heart started racing although I wasn't sure whether it was because of excitement to be so close to him or fear for the same reason. My clit throbbed, an ache between my thighs intensifying with each step I took closer to my husband. By the time I leaned against his desk, facing him, my panties were soaking wet.

I swallowed hard.

“Now what?” I meant for the question to sound challenging, defiant. Instead, my voice shook while my pulse raced.

His hand reached up to my neck, his fingers brushing lightly over my pulse.

“Your pulse is racing.”

Damn this man!His guarded eyes watched my every move, every breath. I swore he enjoyed tormenting me, making me feel weak.

“I’m here for Callen,” I murmured.

His eyes turned into frost and his hand curved around my neck. He never increased the pressure, his whole hand just resting around my neck as if he was debating whether he should choke me. I must be sick because I wanted to lean into his hand and feel more of him.

“He couldn’t get his own wife to save his sorry ass?” His voice was cold, his lips curved into an almost cruel smile as he said those words.

I placed my palms against Alexander’s broad, hard chest.

“Stop it, Alexander.”

This man in front of me was cruel and ruthless, but could also be kind and protective. I thought back to the nights and days we spent in France, his comfort after Lena’s funeral, how he comforted Brandon on the day of the court hearing. But he also manipulated me into marrying him. And my family caused him so much heartache. We weren’t good for each other no matter how much I may have wanted it. Maybe I needed a really, really good therapist?

I could feel his strong heartbeat under my palm. This magnificent man was my husband and I wanted him with every breath I took, but he was a closed book to me.

“You don’t need his company.” My voice was soft. His hand still on me, I was quickly melting under his touch. “Why would you want it?’

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