Royally Bounded

Chapter 125

Warning: This chapter contains 18+ scenes.

Hayden

"Let's toast to Ivor," Abbas raised his glass, starting the toast as he waited for us. Ivor and I joined him, and our cups clinked. "We have a new married man in our circle."

I sipped the whiskey and glanced over at Ivor. His eyes told me a story of how he was, and it was clear that he was enjoying his married life. Back when I saw him with Runova, he was a completely different person. It was as if his soul was drained.

I settled my glass down on the table and held the base, swirling the alcohol around. Ivor sighed beside me.

"Stop stressing about the royal tour," I rolled my eyes. "It's so fucking easy."

"Easy for you to say. Rosie is trying to learn everything that our mother is forcing her to do. You know that she grew up different from Clara. She loves freedom, and she was never prepared for the occasion," Ivor explained.

"Your wife is a fucking headache."

"Hayden," Ivor ticked and groaned at my words.

"Rosie is just career-orientated," Abbas added. "After marrying into the family, the press keeps talking about her strong academic background. Women are learning from her too. Rosie is just independent with her life, which is different for the family."

"True, but I love how she relies on herself to establish her life," Ivor grinned proudly.

We finished drinking past midnight. When Bernard drove me back home, I walked unsteadily inside. Rueben tried to hold me in place, but I waved him away. My palm was pressed to the walls, finding a good balance for my pace. The alcohol flooded my mind to the point where my sight was blurring.

I opened the door to the bedroom and pressed my back against it, slamming it shut. Raising my head, I saw Clara walking out, wearing her satin robe. My eyes ranked over  her long slim legs up to her chest. She had a towel in her hand, drying her hair that was fresh out of the shower.

I licked my lips at how she looked standing there. Her face was pure of innocence, but her fucking body was my weakness. I fought every damn urge to throw her onto bed and fuck her senseless.

"Hay—"

I cut her words short, silencing her down as I captured her lips in mine. Her fingers grasped onto my dress shirt, and my hands ran down her sides, feeling the slight arch of her back. The fullness of her ass settled in my touch. I gave her a good squeeze before kneading her ass around.

My body heated to the sweet taste of her lips lingering on my tongue. I groaned as soon as I had her hand down to my bulge. She touched me through my pants, and my cock instantly responded with a throb.

"You are so drunk," she remarked, pulling apart slightly as she held me in place. Even through my blurry sight, I saw the stunning smile across her lips. "I'm going to set up a bath for you."

"Take a bath with me," I demanded as I kept an arm around her waist, pulling her back to my chest. I buried my face into the crook of her neck and let her floral scent flood into my nose.

"Come on," she whispered.

Once Clara set up the bath, I stepped inside, having the warm water relax my muscles. I shut my eyes leaning back against the edge. Clara placed her soft hands on my shoulders then massaged slowly. My entire body sunk deeper down into the water.

Clara wrapped her arms around my shoulders. Her lips pressed to my cheek before she resting her chin down. I kept my eyes shut, leaning my head against hers.