Page 70 of Adoration: Isn't What It Seems (Love Isn't What It Seems 2)

“You like it?” Alexander asked me.

I gave him a quick glance. “Don’t you?”

“I do,” he answered. “Especially since that is where we’ll be staying.”

I frowned, trying to understand. “I thought you said we are staying at your place.”

He chuckled. “That is our place.”

For a moment, I stared at him.Did he just chuckle?

“Hmmm,” I looked back at the beautiful dwelling. “I guess you are really loaded, ha?”

“You say it as if you hate it,” he remarked.

I shrugged my shoulder. I didn’t hate it, but I thought it was unfair that some had so much, while others had barely anything. But none of his wealth had anything to do with me.

The car stopped in front of the chateau and immediately the staff came out. I exited the car, with Alexander’s help, and he kept my hand in his as he introduced me to everyone. I hated that we were doing this, it felt like a real thing when it was all a pretense.

I smiled politely, shaking my head, painfully aware of my hand in Alexander’s. I tried pulling my hand out of his, but he wouldn’t let it so I stopped trying, not wanting to attract too much attention to us.

We went to our rooms together, and I was awed by everything around us. Everywhere I looked, there was the luxury of Louis IX; paintings on the ceiling and the walls, golden trim on the furnitures, and my eyes landed on the bed.

“Umm, Alexander,” I glanced over at him.

He didn’t seem impressed with any of it while shoving his suitcase into the closet. It made sense since he’d probably visited this place a million times. His blue eyes met mine, and I pointed to the bed.

He followed my finger and raised his eyebrow. “Are you ready for bed?”

I felt heat rush to my cheeks.

“No,” my voice came out raspy. “There is only one bed.”

“Yes, I can see that.” He was acting like that was the most normal thing in the world.

“We can’t sleep in the same bed,” I muttered.

“Why not?” he asked. “We are married, after all.”

I took a deep breath and then another. “Do you enjoy taunting me or something?” I hissed. “Is it payback time for something I’ve done?”

He watched me like I was crazy.

“No, I am not taunting you, Liberty,” he finally answered.

“Fine,” I told him. “If it doesn’t bother you, then it doesn’t bother me either.”

I grabbed a few items out of my bag. “But let me warn you, Alexander. If you pull the blanket away from me, I’ll push you out of the bed.”

“I’m warned,” he replied calmly.

“I need a drink, damn it.” And I stormed off to the bathroom to take a shower and change.

The entire time under the shower, I tried to calm my wild, beating heart and tamper my wicked imagination. Sharing bed with Alexander gave me all kind of ideas and I wished it hadn’t been so long since I had sex. I swore if my clit throbbed at just a thought of him, it was a bad idea to be in the same house as him, never mind in the same room or bed.

When I came out of the shower, Alexander was gone. And I was glad. Damn Layla did a horrible job packing clothes for me, assuming it was her. It was all new stuff and currently the only comfortable piece of clothing I had was what I arrived in. I’d have to ask someone if they can wash it every day so I can wear it instead of ridiculous dresses that were packed for me.

I glanced at the clock, noting it was nine p.m. and decided I had time to give Maxim a call so I could talk to Brandon. I caught them right on time as Layla and Maxim were getting ready to tuck him into bed.

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