The Rich Ex-Wife Strikes Back

Give You Much More Tonight

The sky outside was already dark and I was still sitting on the sofa with a piece of paper containing the marriage contract that I had made this afternoon and would give to Alexander for his signature. I held it tightly before standing up and walking out of my room. Based on the information from the maid, Alexander had returned from work and was currently in his room.

I knocked on Alexander's bedroom door a few times, but there was no answer. When I tried to open the handle, the door flew open. Without thinking, I walked in. Forget about politeness because I was in a pinch. If it wasn't tonight, then I wouldn't have another chance to submit the marriage contract because tomorrow morning, Alexander and I would have our wedding blessing.

And I don't know if it's bad luck or good fortune when I see that the owner of the room has just come out of the bathroom with only a towel to cover something that needs to be covered. I know I'm acting like a b***h right now. But no one can blame me after seeing the scene in front of me. Alexander's wet hair that falls almost over his eyes does nothing to diminish his charm, it just makes him even more seductive. Look at every plaid muscle on his stomach, his broad chest, broad shoulders, and arms that look like they could lift heavy weights with ease. They are so mouthwatering.

"Oh, what a surprise," Alexander said, bringing me back to my senses. He came closer to me and gave me a small grin, putting his fingers to my chin. "Why are you suddenly in my room? Can't wait for our first night, can’t you?"

I knocked Alexander's hand off my chin. "In your dream."

I had to wake up and not be tempted by momentary lust. No matter how tempting Alexander's body and face were, I wouldn't want to be in the same bed with him even if I died.

"I've always dreamed of our first night, how did you know that?" Alexander replies, knowing of course that he's trying to play me.

I handed him a paper contract. "I came here for this."

Alexander took the paper from me. He read it for a minute, then his brow furrowed. "A marriage contract?"

"Yes, I want us to sign a marriage contract. As you know, I agreed to marry you only because I wanted to go back to my old life of luxury. And I also know that you agreed to marry me because you wanted to secure your position in the company. So, let's get married contractually."

Alexander laughed, even though there wasn't a single funny thing I said.

"Too bad, I married you because I wanted to marry you," He crumpled up the paper contract I had thoughtfully drawn up, "there was no contract or anything."

"What are you doing?" I snapped. "Look, Alex, I will never take you as my husband no matter what. If you don't want to lose everything, sign the contract safe and sound."

Alexander brushed his hair back, then walked closer to me so that I had no choice but to keep backing up as he moved forward.

"You have to listen to me, Little Princess, I want you, then I got you." Alexander's voice became heavier. "I have absolutely no intention of letting you go again now, you are mine and only mine."

"I am not an item that you can just claim as your own, asshole!"

"You are not an item, you are a queen. Queen of my heart." He then laughed, as if the current situation was very funny. And his laughter made me even more annoyed.

"I'm not joking, Alex. As you can see, not only do I fully support you as CEO, but I'm also giving you some of the shares I got from Grandpa. It's a good, once-in-a-lifetime offer that you can't afford to miss."

"I'm not interested at all," Alexander refused. "Besides, as you know we're going to have a wedding blessing which means we'll be making promises in front of God. Isn't what God has joined together only God can separate?"

I put both hands on my waist and looked at Alexander sharply. "You're an atheist, Alex."

"I was, but I would believe in a thousand gods if it was for you."

I paused, not knowing what else to ask Alexander to cooperate with.

"If you just want to talk about it, get out of my room right now."

"I won't leave until you agree to sign the contract."

Alexander nodded. "It turns out you really can't wait to have s*x with me."

I backed away again as Alexander got closer to me, until I hit my back against the wall. One of Alexander's hands was on the wall right next to my face and the other was on my cheek. His face was getting closer to mine as if he wanted to kiss me. Fortunately, my reflexes were still functioning well so I could immediately bend my knees little by little until I was squatting on the floor. Making the man's lips end up on the wall.

"Why dodge? Isn't this what you wanted?" Alexander asked while looking down at me.

I made a face as if I was disgusted and wanted to vomit. When I had the chance, I crawled to get out of Alexander's confinement. Once I was able to stand up, I showed Alexander my middle finger, then ran out of the room.

*.*.*.

As planned, my wedding blessing will be held today, three days after my return to Grandpa's mansion. The blessing would be held at my family's chapel which was still in the Mourinho Mansion neighborhood. The chapel was white in color in a gothic style and had four small towers with a cross at each end. It looked very well-maintained and some of the designs were refurbished, despite the fact that the chapel had not been used since my parents' death.

I stood on the red carpet that led to the altar where Alexander in his tuxedo stood waiting for me. When we married Sebastien, we didn't have a blessing. We just went to the registry office and registered our marriage. Despite being an atheist, the reason Grandpa asked me to have a blessing first was to honor my late mother who was very religious.

My hand was on Grandpa's arm as I walked on the red carpet, while my other hand held a bouquet of peonies and baby breath. The plain white A-line dress with a bow at the back waist that I wore was my mother's wedding dress. I could say that this wedding was the wedding of my dreams. If only the man waiting for me at the altar was a man who had as much love for me as the love my father had for my mother, then I would be the happiest woman today. However, standing there was a man who married me only for money.

As soon as my Grandpa and I stood in front of the altar, he placed my hand in Alexander's. "I give my dear granddaughter to you to keep and love for the rest of your life."

Alexander, who was holding my hand, immediately looked down and kissed the back of my hand with his eyes fixed on my face so that I could clearly see his little grin as his lips were about to touch my skin. After moving his face away from my hand, he looked up at Grandpa with confidence.

"I will, I promise you," Alexander said.

We stood side by side in front of the priest who was binding our sacred vows. I stared ahead with both hands clasped tightly around the bouquet of flowers in front of my stomach. As people who don't care about religion at all, I didn't know why we were making empty promises like this. Or maybe it's because we both don't believe in God, so we can make a bond that is considered sacred by others into a toy like this.

"I announce you as a husband and wife," said the priest after Alexander and I had exchanged vows.

Selena, the daughter of Grandpa's stepdaughter, stood holding a tray on which an uncovered red velvet box made visible the two rings inside. She carried them towards the altar with a smile on her face, though I knew that the smile was fake.

Alexander took the smaller ring, looking at me with a smile as he took my right hand and pinned the ring to my ring finger. I took a quick glance at the Grandpa standing with the other two. A smile that showed great happiness was on Grandpa's face. Seeing that, I took the remaining ring from the velvet box and put it on Alexander's finger, making him smile triumphantly.

"And now you may kiss your bride," the priest said.

I was wide-eyed as Alexander's eagle-sharp eyes stared at me, then his head leaned closer to my face. My hands were clenched tightly by my thighs. Part of me screamed for me to back away to get away from him, but my eyes were drawn to his lips that were flushed and I must admit aroused a naughty desire to taste them. As his face gets closer, I close my eyes. I could feel the moment his lips pressed against mine making my heart beat as if there was a drum beating inside. However, in a short time emptiness replaced the warmth of Alexander's lips.

It wasn't a kiss, but just a brief, meaningless peck. When I opened my eyes, Alexander's face was still very close, and he pressed his cheek against mine as he said, "I know you want more. Don't worry, Little Princess, I'll give you much more tonight."