Regal : Majestic (Book #1) The Russo Series {Completed}

Chapter 08

"Ouch" Alana curses as she burns her hand and shakes it trying to lessen the pain.

"Goddammit, Alana" Richie shouts as he makes his way towards her and pulls her towards the tap to put her hands under the water.

"It hurts" she whines hissing.

"Of course it does Mrs. Independent"

"Will you stop saying that? It's irritating" she grumbles pulling her hand out of the water and blowing air on it.

"You could have called for a take out if you do not know how to cook, idiot" he scolds as he walks towards the fridge and pulls out ice cubes.

"Don't call be that, I could not have let all of this go to waste" she states pointing out at the kitchen.

"Oh I can totally see how you are not wasting it all" he grumbles shaking his head at the state of the kitchen which looked as if world war three would began in there.

"At least I am not as shameless as you to cook and eat alone" she states.

"Yeah, yeah go on and throw the blame at me" he waves his hands before he hands her the ice to run on her burnt part.

"Of course this is all your fault. You could not just marry any girl out but have to marry me and promise me of something you are hesitating about now...

It's all your fault"

"Wow" he whistles as he stares at her in disbelief.

"Just know, because it was you who persuade me and wanted to marry me. You will always be at fault no matter what...

Also, a Lady is never at fault it's the situation around her that makes her to be at fault" she states proudly and Richie cannot help but grab her for a kiss.

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"So?" Alana asks as she puts the spoon down and stares at Richie.

"What?" he questions.

"Are you going to be doing something about that meeting?" she asks and he shakes his head no.

"I am not"

"Then why did you wanted to know?" she questions in confusion.

"Just" he shrugs his shoulders.

"Why do I doubt the word just from your mouth?" she asks and he grins.

"I am not doing anything Alana" he speaks making her stares at him for a while.

"I met a certain Price at the grocery store today, is he somehow related to Nicholas Price?" she asks him.

"Did he tell you his name?" he questions.

"Gabriel Price"

"Ah, well may be he just is around"

"And you know why?"

"I have not got time to see him so, no idea" he speaks making her doubt his words.

"You, you the husband are very cunning man" she points before focusing on her food.

"And you, you the wife drop it at that" he grins making her roll her eyes at him.

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"Stop looking at me in that way" Alana warns before she sips on her wine.

"Like what?" Richie cannot help but tease.

"Like you want to do the things that will end up with us being someone's parent" she deadpans making him laugh.

"You are one unique woman" he grins and she grins back.