Royally Bounded

Chapter 15

Hayden

Clara's blue eyes peered over at me as she watched with anticipation. I settled the cup down, and when I raised my gaze back to her face, her lips formed a wide smile.

"So?" She asked, her head tilting over to one side. "Is it good?"

"Acceptable," I muttered.

She let out a small laugh and sat down across from me. Her ice blue eyes were fucking looming as if she was suspecting the truth behind my voice.

"What?" I questioned coldly.

"You don't need to lie to me. I know you like it," she rested against the chair, and an arrogant expression displayed on her face.

"Don't make me kick you out."

"You're so mean to me. I made coffee for you, and you didn't even say thank you."

I rolled my eyes. She suddenly yawned and rubbed her eyes. She was taught to be graceful and elegant, but she pulled out to be different. I didn't understand what took over me when I decided to have her marry me. It was the sudden urge that controlled my desires.

It was annoying as fuck.

"Get to sleep," I ordered.

"I'm not tired," she mumbled.

"Don't make me repeat it. Get to sleep."

Clara didn't choose to argue back. Instead, she went over to the bookshelf behind me, her fingers skimming over the spines. She tilted her head then glanced over at me with a smile. Her brown hair pushed behind her shoulders, resting down on her back and stopping at the middle. Some strands covered part of her face, and my eyes traced in the detail that drew me in immediately.

"I never expect you to be a reader," she said, slightly surprised.

"Relatives gifted them to me," I answered, monotoned, and stared back down at the files as I spoke. "I hadn't touch a single book for over ten years of my life."

"You should read them. They're all great books."

"No."

Silence fell into the room, and I didn't bother to look at her again. When I finished reviewing the file, I lifted my head, my eyes landing on Clara who was sitting on the couch with one of my books in her lap. Her eyes focused on the pages, and she held a small curve to her lips. She was less annoying when she didn't have questions coming out of her mouth every few seconds.

I shook my head and turned my attention back to the other urgent files on my desk. I had to run through many of them in day, and it was like fucking death to my eyes, but it was part of my duty to do shit that other people failed to do.

After two hours, I threw my pen to the desk, shutting my eyes briefly as I rubbed my temples with my thumb and middle finger. My coffee cup was empty when I looked at it again, and it was frustrating to enjoy what she made, almost as if she drugged me.

I immediately got up for water but stopped at my steps as soon as I saw Clara asleep on the couch. I walked over to where she was, my hands tucking in the pockets of my sweat pants. She faced me with her head resting on the couch arm.

Her brown hair splayed out on the couch, some strands against her shoulders. Long thick lashes battered out, underneath the delicate eyelids.

My eyes dropped down to her slightly pursed lips, so fucking pink and plump, as I stroke my thumb over them. I fought another urge to not captivate them in mine. To have them slightly swollen while they wrapped around my fucking cock. She was driving me fucking insane.