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Chapter four - The Honeymoon [edited]

"Is there anything I can get for you ma'am?"

If I heard that question one more time my brain may just combust. What makes the maids think every two minutes I need something. What I need is some quiet.

I hide my agitation and slowly nod my head 'no,' the woman smiles and backs out of the door closing it with an audible click.

I fall back onto the mattress with a sigh, thanking god they're gone. I shift over onto my left side and close my eyes getting ready to fall asleep again but the door swings open.

My eyes fly awake and to my chagrin, Malek walks in with Alexander. It was evident that Alexander was not pleased with Malek's presence but I didn't really care, Malek and his gorgeous face could be in my presence whenever it wanted... but right now is an exception.

"Whaaaaat." I groan twisting on to my other side, to look away from them. Malek chuckles walking around the bed to face me. His smile was soft and sweet, contrary to his stance which was stiff and ready to take a bullet.

"Well bonjour to you too madame." Malek says, his smile never faltering. I hear rustling in the closet. "What would you like to do today?"

I shot Malek a look as if the answer to his question was not evident. I wanted to sleep, and be alone. In my peripheral view I see the bathroom door open and a bare backed Alexander walk in.

"Sleeping is not an option Mrs. Chamberlain." Malek says taking a seat on the bed once Alexander is out of sight.

"Melanie. Call me Melanie." I spit out. I wasn't ready for this whole marriage thing to be set in stone just yet.

"Okay then, Melanie. I know exactly what we're going to be doing today." With that Malek stands up and walks around. I hear him in he closet bustling around. A moment later something is thrown on the bed and I follow the sound of Malek's footsteps out of my bedroom.

I roll over and see clothes set on the bed for me, they are gym clothes. My first instinct is to groan and fall back onto my pillow, but a large part of me is excited. I need to expel some of the tension on my body and mind, a punching bag would be perfect for that.

My feet hit the floor with a smack, I stand up and stretch out my arms and back hearing too many cracks. Grabbing my clothes I walk into the bathroom and immediately regret it.

At the farther sink, Alexander is standing in front of the mirror shaving, in only his blue boxers. His back was contoured by his taut muscles and the glow of his tan was perfectly lustrous. He turns around and looks me up and down before going back to shaving. Son of a -

"Are you just going to stand in the doorway like a mannequin or use those legs of yours?" Alexander asked not looking my way again.

I glare daggers in his back before walking over to the vacant sink. I set my things down on the granite counter and search for my Bvlgari shampoo and conditioner.

"It's in the shower, I used it." The audible grin in his voice gets under my skin, annoying my every nerve.

"You used my shampoo?" I gritted. He stopped shaving and put his hands down on either side of him. That's when I realized what was in his hand, my razor. He is shaving my face with my razor.