Steady and confident steps were what Zheme took up the stairs, hands in his pockets and a lopsided smirk laying mischievously at the left corner of his lips.
Its been a whole of thirty minutes since Lexie entered the bathroom and like she promised, she didn't return.
That girl was testing him, playing with his control as if it was a marble and challenging him as if they were in a damn fighting ring. If he could just maliciously slap her, then god knows he would, but a promise is a promise and he'd make sure to keep his til the end.
Reaching the door to his bedroom, he twisted the knob and with ease pulled it open.
His eyes darted around the room, finding not a single trace of Lexie and his nose not a stench of her scent. But his ears collected the sound of running water from the direction of the bathroom which told him that she was still in there.
Zheme walked over to t
†★ Almost breathless, Lexie stood against the wall, her pride aching, heart palpitating and her nether region convulsing. She was aroused, his words, although they landed a heavy blow on her pride, ignited a fire within the pit of her stomach. 'Your mind, your body is mine.' The possessiveness in them had encouraged her fool heart to flip twice and her stupid, stupid vagina to react in a way she did not expect it to. It did double and triple jumps, driving her into a world of relentless hunger and anguish. If she could've just controlled that raging thing between her legs then she wouldn't be in a situation such as this, but she hadn't the strength to. She wanted the release that came along with his sinful touch. She wanted the pleasure, the passion that came along with his caresses. In this ve
†★ Zheme leaned back, a hand leaving the wall to brush loose strands of hair behind her ears. "That you're mine. You said you'd say it when you got to know me, wouldn't you say you know me enough now?" The words that left his lips were not words Lexie expected, and not knowing what to say... "I-I... I don't know." She stuttered out, her mind laying in the bed of her arousal, making it hard for her to so much as think. Zheme's hand twitched against the wall, a frown drawn handsomely across his face as he tried to remain in control. "It's been almost a week Lexie, you must've found out enough about me and if not, then let me at least tell you this, 'I'm a very mean person who doesn't like disrespect.'" Lexie's heart started to beat in an irregular way, her mind trying but failing to hold tight to its decreasing rationality. "I-I already know that." "Then what else do you
Zheme walked down the stairs with his computer in hand and work on his mind. His introduction of being the new CEO of the LR company had been delayed because of the incident with Lexie. But now, his wound was coming along fine and at the company, his presence was needed. His father had called personally to tell him that, and also to ask if he had succeeded in creating a business plan. Zheme didn't just have 'a' business plan, he had three, all three dependent on AI technology. Fingerprint recognition. Language processing. And face recognition All in one single car. Imagine that, a car that could act the exact same way a phone does. It can answer your questions just as accurate as Siri, open by just the touch of your fingerprint and instead of directing its owner with just a complicated map,
★†★ Incompetent... Stupid... That's how Zheme should've felt, but instead, an emotion, one close to elation, ran with a newfound elevation through his veins. After all, he was sitting next to his fiancé who was not pretty and dumb, but instead beautiful and smart. She had brought forth an idea that had never stepped foot on his mind, an idea that actually made sense. If he were to put the fingerprint recognition on the car handle, then the use of a remote starter would not be necessary, but then if he did that and the fingerprint sensor malfunctioned, how would the car be accessed? Surely not by breaking the god damn window glass, but perhaps, he could put a keypad somewhere on the car for backup access. Ye, that'd work. Pulling the computer closer, he started to type in his newfound conception and Lex
After an hour or so, Lexie was done with the job she was assigned and Zheme, the same man she now found annoying, sat beside her the whole time, telling her to use black instead of brown and white instead of orange. She could've barely focused, but after a while, she learnt the art of ignoring and she utilized it well against him. She blocked out his voice or rather him in particular and only now did she acquiesce to acknowledge his presence. He was still seated beside her, chin resting delicately in his palm as he looked at the screen. "Is it done?" Lexie rolled her eyes, reclining in her seat. " Doesn't it look like it's done?" Zheme shrugged. "It does, but why brown instead of black?" "If you want it black, do it yourself, but answer this question first... 'Have you ever seen anyone sticking to black and white when doing a presentation?'" Zheme
★†★ Lexie was struggling to so much as turn on the damn stove and when she finally did, the look on her face told Zheme that she didn't know what else should be done. He felt the need to smirk, laugh even, but instead, he eased out of his seat and like a predator, stalked towards her. In front of the stove and just an inch away from her, he stopped, eyebrows knitted in confusion as Lexie filled the pot with water, dropping it with resentment on the stove. "Mom always made this thing, if she can, then I can too." She miserably grumbled, yet determination was as hard as a rock in her voice. Beside her, Zheme shook his head, turning down the stove. "At the rate at which you're going, you can't." "I-I can." "You can't Lexie, you seem like someone who has the potential to burn down my house, so therefore, I'll help." Lexie wanted
Zheme placed the empty dishes into the sink before turning to face Lexie. It was now dark outside, the breeze cold against his skin, lifting every tiny hair that protruded from his pores. He was sleepy, eyes droopy after having to deal with Lexie's attitude, his presentation and cooking, yet it seems, Lexie was as lively as a kid who just ate sweets. She was glaring daggers at him, her eyes seeming like a threat that could slice him into nothing, but he wasn't scared, instead, a smirk twitched at the left corner of his lips and a sudden vigour ran along the strings of his heart. "Why are you glaring at me?" Lexie shrugged, eyes narrowing even more. "Don't I always?" "Yes, but not with such intensity." "Well today, I happen to hate you more." Hate... That one word took away his vigour and replaced it with a lugubrious feeling
†★ Lexie grabbed at his hand, stopping him from going any further. Her pride was buried under her feet now and only her arousal stood at the forefront of her mind. "P-please," she begged. "Don't do this to me again, just touch me...please." With gritted teeth and clenched fists, Zheme hauled his hand from her grasp. "I have no time for this, I have work tomorrow and I'm tired." Those words sliced through Lexie's heart, completely shattering it and her lips quivered in a fight against her pride. She wanted to again beg, only this time, she wanted to bend down on both knees and utter nothing but words of desperation. But as always, her pride stopped her from embarrassing herself any further and instead reminded her of something she'd rather want to forget. Something that happened once, but it managed to damage her beyond repai
"Kellen, come here!"The five year old boy looked over at his mother, eyes sharp. "No, I told you, I want this." He pointed to the pack of Oreos on the shelf. "And I'm not leaving this supermarket without it."Lexie shrugged, grasping the handle of her trolley. "Alright then, stay here then. I'd be happy to leave a naughty boy like you behind."Kellen's lips curled into a frown, eyes becoming glossy. "But momm—""My answer's final Kellen, you're not getting it."Lexie shoved the trolley pass her son, leaving him to stare watery at her back. He sighed, rubbing his hands in his jeans as his eyes darted over to his father who stood beside him. "Daddy...?"Zheme looked down at him then at the pack of Oreos. "Mommy said you're not getting it." He informed, watching as his boy groaned out in frustration before speaking again. "But daddy didn't say so did he?"Kellen's frown stretched its way into a grin when his father grabbed
"Push!"With a loud groan, Lexie did as told, tears running like a river down her cheeks.It hurts, the pain was more than just prominent, so immense that it had her weak legs shaking. She didn't know what to do, all she was told was to push whenever she felt a contraction, but that was hard considering the relentless pain each contraction brought along with it.She tried though, she was trying so hard for her baby boy. What if something happens to him?He was premature and that fact only proved to worry her more, for premature babies were sometimes born with a disability. She didn't want that for her child, she wanted him healthy and fit, though if he was born with a disability, she'd love him the same.A sudden cry edged her lips when another contraction was bestowed upon her, each lasted a minute and this time, she'd use the minute well. She pushed; hard, hands clutching the sheets, teeth gritted.She could feel it, the head j
Lexie's eyes fluttered open, bringing her out of a world of darkness and into one of light.She had fallen asleep on the couch last night, eating ice cream and watching 'friends'. But it seems even after complaining that he wouldn't, Zheme had lifted her and brought her here.Such a sweetheart he was, the perfect husband and yet everyday she found something new to taunt him with.Yesterday, she had taken his slippers, knowing well enough that hers were too small to fit him and today, she was going to confiscate his computer or rather hide it.With an evil smile, she threw his arm from around her protruding stomach and shuffled off of the bed. His computer was kept in his office when it wasn't in use and that's exactly where her steps took her.She twisted the door knob, wasting no time to push the big, rectangular board open and as she stepped inside, her eyes sought for it.On his desk, she found it, seated perfectly amongst mul
Lexie padded to the couch and with a heavy sigh, she took a seat beside Zheme. After the marriage, they had started off clean, the past was put behind them and what laid before them now was the present and the future.They had left the house behind too and had moved to a different one, one more modern and one in which they've already started their new life.Lexie was almost eight months pregnant now, her stomach blown as big as a floating balloon and Zheme only made matters worst by constantly calling her a pig. Not because she was fat, but because she ate a lot. Around the clock she'd be stuffing her face and when she wasn't doing that, she was either tormenting Zheme or painting.Now though was one of the times she felt the need to perplex her husband. He had been doing office work since morning and though he still looked after her, Lexie wanted to feel more important than the computer that sat in his lap.So she hauled the thing from him, placi
Lexie wiped at her eyes, crawling closer to him until her head rested against his shoulder. "I just want you. I'm sorry, I won't do it again, just... Just please hold me...please."Sighing again, Zheme leaned away from her. This girl truly knew what to do to drive a nail in a man's heart.She made him feel guilty, but her plead for him made his thick length even harder. He wanted her too, so god damn much. He could feel the desperation, the immensity of his need and it wouldn't hurt to finally feed his desire.Without much thought, a finger of his slithered its way under her chin, steadying her face so that her teary eyes resided on him. "I'll hold you Kitten, just promise not to do that again, you should be patient, don't I always satisfy you in the end?"Lexie nodded. "Yes, always but are you going to do that now? Satisfy me.""Only if you promise to sometimes wait."Lexie held up her pinky, handing it to Zheme. "I promise."
"Entertain...?" Lexie questioned, following Zheme up the unfamiliar wooden stairs. "What do you mean by entertain?" "I mean..." Zheme sighed. "You're going to show me exactly what you do in the mornings while I'm asleep."Lexie fumbled with her fingers, eyes watching as he opened up the door to the bedroom. "I can't...I can't possibly show you that, it'd be mortifying.""Then...I can't forgive you either." He stepped into the room, eyes scanning the creativity that laid inside.The room wasn't big but it had all the essentials: a king sized bed decorated with fine sheets and seemingly soft pillows, a nightstand upholding a stylish lamp and decorative items and a built in dresser with a flat screen TV on top and an arm chair beneath it.It also had double doors that lead to a balcony that issued a marvelous view of the sea and a seemingly comfortable couch in the far corner of the room.Zheme grabbed the armchair from beneath the
"I can't believe you glared at every single thing that moved at the reception."Zheme's grip on the steering wheel tightened, eyes fixated on the fairly dark road. "I told you I didn't want to go, didn't I?""Well yes, but that doesn't give you the right to scare my friends away, you even gave Mark a middle finger!""He should be lucky that that's all he got, I really wanted to punch his damn face in. Who invited him anyway?""I did." Lexie informed."Well in that case, you're the one that deserves this." His left hand loosened the wheels as he issued Lexie a middle finger. "Pocket it nicely.""Pocket it?" Lexie demanded, grabbing at his hand. "How about I do this instead?" From between her lips, her tongue slithered out, slowly circling his finger. "Isn't that much better?"Zheme yanked his hand away from her, wide eyes leaving the road to stare at her. "Did you just...? Why in heaven's name would you lick my finger Lex
"Zheme Mardruk Algae, do you take Lexie Shay Dillon for your lawful wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?"Zheme nodded without a doubt. "I do.""Lexie Shay Dillon, do you take Zheme Mardruk Algae for your lawful husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?"Lexie looked towards Zheme, hands nervously squeezing his. "I...I do.""You have declared your consent to the church." The priest clasped both his hands behind his back, a pleasant yet hardly noticeable smile on his lips. "You may now kiss the bride."Zheme was the first to lean in, plump lips crashing onto Lexie's with a gentle passion.Her lips were as soft and as moist as ever and just like Zheme's they moved with a slow and delicate tendency.At thi
Zheme stood with all the confidence he could muster on top of the podium's spotlessly polished floors. He was still nervous, abashment settling under both his tiring feet.He could hear the music drifting like the wind to his ears, the melodic piano that flawlessly played 'here comes the bride...'He could see the many people in crowd, the chandelier, the flowers, he saw them all, but what or rather who he really wanted to see was Lexie.The only woman in this building that could light up a dark room with nothing but her beauty.She was like a candle amongst the darkness, the sun infiltrating the very sky, she was his light, his forever, HIS BRIDE.After today, he'd cherish her like a gem and like an unhidden treasure; he'd keep her close, just to make sure no one had the audacity to steal her. He'd love her with dignity and never again would he break his promises.Both of them...He'd never lay a finger on her again.