A genuine smile spreads across my face. “Looking forward to it.”
He leans down and presses his lips to mine, and the weight of all the eyes in the room judging us falls on my shoulders. The kiss doesn’t last long, and it isn’t more than a sweet peck, but it’s enough to show everyone in this room there is definitely something going on between us.
Alexander pulls back. “Let’s work this room.”
And that’s exactly what we do. We spend the next hour rubbing elbows with some of the wealthiest people in New York. Most of the board members appear to be pleased with the match between Alexander and me. All but one, that is.
A tall, slender blond woman with a little age on her approaches us with a smile, but I can tell right away that it’s not genuine. It’s a forced act for Alexander’s benefit as she leans in and kisses him on both cheeks. “Alexander, darling, how nice to see you.”
Alexander’s posture is notably different. His stance has gone from relaxed to rigid. Something about this woman obviously puts his guard up.
The woman’s eyes instantly flit over to me after she releases Alexander. “Are you going to introduce me to your date?”
His nostrils flare as he inhales deeply. “Camille, this is Margo Buchanan—my wife.”
Camille’s dark green eyes widen. “Your wife? Wow.” She turns her attention to me and extends her hand. “You’ll have to excuse my surprise. When Alexander dated my daughter, Jess, he never really seemed like the type to ever settle down. It’s hard for me to picture Alexander as a married man.”
I swallow down the lump in my throat. I never anticipated on meeting anyone connected to Alexander’s ex tonight. Especially not the one I’ve been told who broke his heart. It’s difficult to digest that the man I’m starting to open myself up to and feel something for was once very much in love with someone else. I’m jealous this woman exists and probably had a relationship with the easygoing Alexander I’ve witnessed from time to time. It’s also hard for me to grasp the reason Alexander is the way he is with women is because of Jess according to Yamada.
I want to get back at this girl for hurting Alexander, even though I don’t know her at all.
I turn and lean into Alexander, placing my right hand on his chest as I address Camille. “I keep hearing that my Alexander was quite the ladies’ man, but I assure you he’s a changed man.” I flick my gaze back up to Alexander’s smile. “He has my heart completely and I have his. We’re each other’s everything.”
“How lovely, for you.” There’s a hardened edge to her voice. “I hope that it stays that way.”
I level my gaze on Camille and the smile drops off my face while I place my left hanf on Alexander’s chest to show off the ring he just gave me. “Thank you for your concern, but I assure you it’s unnecessary. We’re completely in love with one another and will be very happy together. Nothing will get in the way of that.”
Her lips twist and I can tell that she despises me and wants nothing more than to tell me off. I don’t understand why she would hold ill will toward Alexander. Her daughter is the one who dumped him. She can’t possibly be upset that he’s moved on with his life.
Instead of saying another word to me, Camille turns on her heel and storms away from us. The sparkly dress she’s wearing trail behind her.
I turn back to Alexander. “That was odd. What’s her deal?”
Alexander wraps his arm around my waist, drawing me in tightly against his side. “She wanted her daughter to marry me. She didn’t exactly approve of the tennis pro that she ran off with when she left me. He doesn’t make enough money to suit Camille’s standards.”
“So why blame you? Clearly the split with her daughter isn’t your fault.”
“She knows that, but it doesn’t stop her from blaming me. Jess can do no wrong according to her parents, so no matter the situation, it’s always going to be someone else’s fault—never Jess’s.”
“That’s crazy,” I say.
“Agreed, but that’s how things work around here. You know that. Family is always going to defend their blood no matter what.” He kisses the top of my head. “Let’s get out of here. Kissing ass here tonight chapped my lips, and I’ve had enough of these people for one night. Besides, I do believe we’re on a tight schedule for the rest of our plans for the evening.”
One side of my mouth pulls up into a grin as I think about all the naughty things he’s going to do to my body when we get back to his place. Being married to Alexander King does come with some perks.
Alexander
I KNEW MARGO WAS STRONG, but I never realized how protective she was until she stood up to Jess’s mother two nights ago. It felt nice to hear her brag about how much she was into me, even if she didn’t mean it.
Time flew by after that night. It’s been much easier than I anticipated to be happily married to Margo Buchanan. In fact, it’s gotten so easy that the lines of what’s real between us have been blurred. The first word that comes to mind when I think of Margo is no longer hate. I’ve become quite fond of her, and when the time comes for us to part ways, I’ll actually miss her. It’s not just the sex I’ll miss either. I’ll miss how that smart mouth of hers is always there to call me out for being an asshole, and I’ll miss her audacity.
I flip her over onto her stomach, yank her to the edge of the bed, and smack her ass with the palm of my hand. She groans just like she did when I spanked her last time. She’s a dirty girl underneath that tough persona.
She’s the perfect example of the old saying about being a lady in the streets and a freak in the sheets.
I slam my cock back into her tight pussy, causing her to moan. I grip her shoulders and continue to pound into her, searching desperately for my release.
I have to admit that having a bedroom on my private jet comes in quite handy during long flights like this and keeps me from putting on a show for the crew.
She curls her fingers around the sheets as her entire body shakes. “Oh, God. I’m coming. I’m coming. Alexander . . .”
Hearing my name roll off her lips while she’s in the midst of ecstasy never gets old. I love making her come. It’s highly addictive to witness and even more intoxicating to know that I’m the one making her feel so damn good.
It’s not long before every nerve inside me starts tingling, and I explode inside her, filling her full.
I lean down, pressing my chest against her back while I catch my breath. I bite the bare skin on her shoulder and then kiss the exact spot. “I swear it gets better every single time we fuck.”
Margo shakes her head, causing her long dark curls to bounce around. “I wish you wouldn’t refer to what we are doing as fucking. It sounds so . . .”
“So what?” I probe.
“Graphic.”
I pull out of her and then lie down next to her. “What would you have me call it then? Making love?”
She props her head up with her hand and stares down at me. “Don’t be ridiculous. We’re not in love.”
“Exactly,” I say. “Which is why it makes perfect sense to refer to it as fucking. We get each other off. It’s what we do. We fuck.”
She’s quiet for a few moments, but then nods. “I suppose you’re right.”
I pull her to me and kiss her forehead as she lays her head on my chest, effectively ending that topic of conversation.
I trace the bare skin on her shoulder and try to memorize the softness of it because I know sharing moments like this with Margo is a fleeting pastime.
We both lie there in silence—neither of us saying what it is that’s running through our mind—both of us knowing that this thing between us is only temporary.