HIS PRETENSE BRIDE

CHAPTER 22

Alexa's POV

My husband confuses me.

My husband. It still feels a bit weird to refer to the man I barely know as my husband but he certainly confuses me. One minute, he was leaving me alone in bed, discarding me like trash under his shoe and the very next, he is kissing me like his life depends on it.

Technically, it does but not his life, I suppose.

A low moan slips out of my lips as his finger runs through the hair I had combed to perfection. His heavy breath is all over my face which only manages to intensify the ache I feel beneath my clothes.

I feel so hot that I can barely think straight.

Wrapping my hand around his neck, I stand on my tippy toes and tip my neck to the side as he takes his lips off mine to place kisses all over my skin. I can't even try to hide the moan that erupts from me as he bites onto the skin of my neck, his teeth sinking in like he is trying to leave his mark.

Shit has never felt so good.

“Xander,” I whisper halfway through a moan, the sound leaving my lips looking like a hiss when he suddenly pulls away from me.

Now, what did I do?

Before I can even begin to ask, Xander starts to tall, probably from reading the expression on my face. 

“Alexa, we have to go. I really don't want to mess up your…” he trails off as he swings the tail end of my hair to cover where his teeth had sunk into my skin only seconds ago.

The hurt that washes over me is unexpected. I don't know why I am feeling this way but what I do know is that I can't be useful to Xander if he doesn't touch me. If he isn't attractive to me.

Fuck. Is that it?

He isn't attractive to me, is he?

Somehow, that question only manages to put a damper on my worsened mood. Without a word to him, I slip past him toward the vanity room where I take my seat on the chair. He is silent, watching me but I ignore him to do what I have to do.

My fingers shake as I grab a wipe to clean the mess he had made of my painted lips. Tears spring to my eyes at the thought he might find me unattractive. Then what is the point of getting married to me if he isn't attractive to me?

I shrug off the tears threatening to fall from my eyes. Never have I offered to give myself to any man the way I just offered my body to Xander. More like I sold my body to him. But I'm ready to move past that ad I'm sure he has.

After wiping my lips clean, I start to paint my lips with lipstick and gloss. It takes me a few minutes to get my desired results which is close to what I had been wearing before the kiss. I spray some of the perfume I have. 

When I stand up and turn, Xander is already so close to me that I take a step back, startled. I had been in my head while I sat at the vanity table so I didn't hear him walk up to me. He opens his mouth to say something but I raise a hand up in the air to cut him off. I don't want his pity.

I'm already dealing with enough as it is.

“It's fine. Let's leave,” I say as I grab my hand bag. I am not even in the mood to argue as I usually do.

“Alexa,” he calls, grabbing me by my elbow when I attempt to walk past him. I don't turn to look at him because I know that if I do, I will be yelling in no time.

“It's fine really, Xander. The reservation, “ I remind him.

A sigh of defeat leaves his lips as he releases my hand. With a deep sigh of mine, I proceed out of the door toward the waiting car. It seems quite odd that we would be seen in town only three days after getting married. We should be on a real honeymoon somewhere, enjoying ourselves.