Loving me

Anastasia received the call from her grandfather. “We need to come there?” Anastasia queried. Alexander looked at Anastasia and saw the frowns on her forehead.

“Grandpa, why can’t father live with us?” Anastasia asked. “It was told to me that dad will also live with us,” asserted Anastasia.

“That house is for you and your husband. Give the phone to alexander. I need to talk with him something important,” Sebastian said. Anastasia gazed at Alexander and went to him. Extending the mobile towards him, Anastasia said, “Grandpa wants to talk to you.”

Alexander took the phone from her and brought it near his ear. “Good morning, Grandpa,” Alexander greeted Sebastian who wished him the same.

“I do not have your mobile number so called on Ana’s number. Come home for breakfast with Ana. In the evening, there is your wedding reception so you need to prepare for that as well. We are waiting for you,” Sebastian stated and disconnected the call. Alexander gave the phone back to Anastasia.

“What did grandpa say?” Anastasia questioned.

“We need to go their for breakfast. In the evening, our wedding reception is there so we need to prepare for that as well,” Alexander replied.

Anastasia nodded. “Dad will not stay with us. I will talk to grandpa regarding this. If he will ask you then just agree with me,” Anastasia told Alexander and went towards the suitcase. She checked the dress that she could wear and told Alexander to get ready in the other room.

“Didn’t I tell you the other rooms are locked?” Alexander muttered.

“Then change later. First let me get ready,” Anastasia stated and went to the dressing room. Oppositely, Alexander looked for something nice to wear in the suitcase. He realized he did not have a nice suit to wear so he thought to go with casuals. Since Anastasia was taking time to come out so, Alexander thought to organize the cupboard there.

He took the suitcases towards the cupboard. Checking the wide and broad spaces in the cupboard, Alexander decluttered the cloth categories. He stacked the thick items like denims at one shelf and in the other placed the pants. The delicate and fancy dresses were hung in the coordinating hangers by him.

Anastasia had come out from the dressing room and saw Alexander was organizing the closet. “What are you doing?” Anastasia’s eyes were drawn closer as she skeptically looked at Alexander.

Alexander looked in the direction of Anastasia and was mesmerized to see her. She was wearing a mustard colored, with red flowers printed on it, A-line dress, which was till her knees. Alexander gulped and then looked back into the eyes of Anastasia.

“I thought to organize the cupboard,” Alexander replied.

“You don’t need to do that. I can do my work,” Anastasia state and walked to him. She took the pants from his hand and told him to get ready. Alexander nodded and picked his clothes which he had put on the bed. He went towards the dressing room when he halted.

“What happened?” Anastasia asked.

“Nothing. I wanted to say something,” Alexander pronounced.

“Hmm. Say.”

“You are looking like a mustard flower,” Alexander said. Upon hearing that Anastasia raised her brow. Before she could ask him if he complimented her or make a fun of her, he had gone inside the dressing room.

Anastasia went towards the dressing table and looked herself at the mirror. “Am I not looking beautiful?” She murmured and turned around. She kept looking at herself but could not able to decide if she was looking okay or not!

Alexander within five minutes came out and saw Anastasia was checking herself in the mirror. “Do you not have to get ready?” Alexander asked when Anastasia turned to him.

“Is this not looking good on me? Shall I change into something else?” Anastasia asked his opinion.

“It’s good,” Alexander replied and went to her. He stood behind Anastasia while she was still looking at her reflection in the mirror. Alexander leaned closer to her and whispered in her ear, “You are looking beautiful, Ana.”

Anastasia met his gaze and saw how close he was to her hair. She felt a bit uncomfortable and took a step ahead when she felt the arm of Alexander around her belly. She was pulled back by him such that her back hit his chest.

“W-what are you doing?” Anastasia asked as she focused her gaze at him through the mirror. “Get away! Didn’t I tell you not to get intimate with me?” Anastasia snapped at him. 

“I am afraid if I can do that,” Alexander whispered and she was spun around by him. Her hand were now on his shoulders while their faces were at an infinitesimal distance. She felt Alexander’s hand on her cheek. 

Anastasia tried pulling away from his grip but it felt to her that Alexander was tightening his grip around her waist, the more she was pulling away. 

“Leave,” Anastasia said as she placed her hands on Alexander’s forearms. “You cannot touch me,” she yanked at him. 

Alexander smirked and traced her forehead from his thumb to her jawline. He then placed his thumb over Anastasia’s rosy lips which were inviting him to kiss her. “Ana, I know we are not in affectionate to each other but soon it will change. You will start loving me,” Alexander in his deep husky voice pronounced. 

Anastasia knitted her brows when she felt Alexander’s lips on her forehead.