Louisa's POV
I wanted to tell Alex that I wasn't in the mood for games but my words got stuck in my throat. I blinked rapidly to regain my composure because he had certainly taken me by surprise. This was very unexpected.
"Put me down!" I insisted, chewing my lips. I didn't like the intimate contact.
"Not possible, ma'am," he replied coolly.
"The rules–"
"I intend to honor it, but right now you can barely walk. I'm doing you a favor– you're welcome." Alex smirked, looking down at me. "Besides it's my fault, I didn't clean properly, so nope. I'm carrying you like a sweet little bride."
Our gazes locked.
I wriggled in Alex's arms, mortified. "No!! No!! Put me down!"
"Stop fighting me," Alex said, his voice low and even, as he began ascending the stairs. But I didn't
