Chapter 3
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Elena Sinclair’s POV
I should have let it go.
I should have stayed in bed, closed my eyes, and pretended I hadn’t seen anything.
But I wasn’t the kind of woman who could ignore a lie this big.
Alex Carter had spent the entire day in a wheelchair, playing the role of a crippled man. But when he thought no one was watching, he stood up.
Not just stood. Walked.
And now, as I lay in bed, my mind refused to rest.
The air was heavy with silence. I could hear the soft hum of his laptop, the quiet tapping of keys as he worked at his desk. He was acting like nothing had happened, like I hadn’t caught him in his deception.
I turned onto my side, watching him from across the room. He wasn’t in his wheelchair now, just sitting, his long legs stretched out beneath the desk like it was the most natural thing in the world.
My fingers curled into the sheets.
Every part of me screamed that this wasn’t my problem. That I should let him keep his secrets and focus on my own survival.
But my pride wouldn’t let me.
I pushed back the covers and rose to my feet, my bare toes sinking into the plush carpet. The air was cool against my skin, making me shiver slightly as I padded toward him.
He didn’t react, didn’t even look up.
I stopped beside his chair, arms crossed. “Not going to pretend anymore?”
Alex exhaled through his nose, slow and measured. Then, finally, he turned his head toward me.
Even in the dim lighting, those blue eyes were sharp, filled with something unreadable.
“You’re persistent,” he murmured.
I lifted my chin. “You’re a liar.”
His lips twitched. “That word again.”
I braced my hands against the desk, leaning in slightly. “Am I wrong?”
His gaze flickered down—to my lips, then lower, to where the silk nightgown barely covered my thighs.
Heat shot up my spine.
He hadn’t even touched me, but somehow, I felt exposed.
I straightened, stepping back, but the smirk on his face told me he had noticed my reaction.
Bastard.
I forced my voice to stay even. “You act like I won’t figure this out eventually.”
His fingers drummed against the desk, lazy, confident. “Figure what out?”
“Why you’re pretending.”
He tilted his head. “And if I told you to stay out of it?”
I narrowed my eyes. “Then I’d say you should have married someone dumber.”
His smirk widened. Dangerous. Calculated.
A shiver ran through me, but I didn’t let him see it.
Then, slowly, he pushed back his chair.
The scrape of the legs against the floor sent my pulse into overdrive.
Alex stood, his movements smooth, effortless. His shirt was slightly unbuttoned, the sleeves rolled up to reveal strong forearms.
And then, before I could react, he was in front of me.
Close. Too close.
I inhaled sharply, my breath hitching as his fingers brushed my wrist.
“What do you want, Elena?” His voice was low, smooth. “Truth? Or something else?”
Something in the way he said it made my stomach flip.
I should have stepped back.
But I didn’t.
I lifted my chin instead, refusing to let him see the effect he had on me. “I want answers.”
His fingers traced higher, up my arm, slow and deliberate. “That’s not what your body is telling me.”
My skin burned under his touch. My breath caught, and I hated that he could pull such a reaction from me with so little effort.
I swallowed. “You’re trying to distract me.”
He leaned in, his breath warm against my ear. “Is it working?”
Damn him.
I clenched my fists at my sides, trying to keep my thoughts straight.
But then his other hand found my waist.
A light touch. Barely there.
But it sent a shockwave through me.
“Careful, Mrs. Carter.” His voice was velvet, sliding over my skin like a sinful promise. “You’re playing a dangerous game.”
I hated that my body reacted before my mind could stop it.
I hated the way my pulse betrayed me, how my breath grew shallow, how my fingers curled into his shirt instead of pushing him away.
His smirk deepened, as if he could read every thought racing through my mind.
I forced myself to snap out of it.
With more force than necessary, I stepped back, breaking free from his touch.
His eyes darkened slightly, but he let me go.
I took a breath—too sharp, too shaky—but I didn’t care.
Alex leaned against the desk, watching me like a predator amused by its prey.
“You can keep pushing,” he murmured. “But be careful what you wish for.”
I exhaled, grounding myself. Focusing.
“You’re not going to distract me forever,” I said, my voice steadier than I felt.
He tilted his head slightly. “Are you sure about that?”
And if I wasn’t careful, I might just lose myself in it.
“Yes”
His hands slipped behind me and wrapped around my waist, tugging me to come closer. He smirked knowing what effect he had on me right now, I mean I've read about s*x in novels but haven't practiced it.
“My Dear wife, you look like a tomato,” he chuckled lightly. “So red”
I glared at him, before trying to push him away. He caught my hand into his, while the other was still on my waist leaving no room for escape.
He smirked dangerously and whispered something against my neck.
His tongue went to my neck where he sucked softly, biting down not too hard and at the same time, not too gentle.
“aahh,” I moaned against his ears, freeing my hand and running it through his hair. Tugging at it while his mouth and tongue did wonders to my neck.
He lifts me up, placing his hands on my ass. Crashing his lips against mine in a possessive way.
Wet, soft, and hot.
His tongue found mine and he sucks on it teasing, the whole feeling was like a carnival ride. But I knew what happens when you're caught into the thrills of the ride, so exhilarating that you could get flung out from your seat.
I slammed the brake.
“We should stop,” I pulled away. His eyes stared intensely at mine, while nodding slightly.
“Oh honey, you'll beg me for more”
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