Dear Ex Mate, I Am Going To Make You Beg!

Chapter7

Isabella's POV

I tried to stomp out of my room to go ask my father why the huge couch in my room had suddenly disappeared. But Kealon came and stood in front of me, instantly stopping me in my tracks. “What?”

“Where are you going?” He asked, raising his brow. He stared down at me as if I were a kid who had just added a crazy opinion in an important family meeting.

“I'm going to ask my father what happened to my couch.” My tone was firm as I replied.

Kealon shook his head as he moved away from me and approached the door. My eyes narrowed slightly when he suddenly locked the door and pulled out the key. “What are you trying to do?”

“Are you really going to disturb your father over a couch?” Kealon questioned, shoving both hands into his pocket. “What are you going to tell him? You need the couch back in your room so that your soon-to-be husband can sleep on it?”

He took a step forward and I moved back. He smirked. “When you move to my palace, do you think I'll sleep on the couch?”

I knew he had a point but I really didn't want to sleep in the same bed with a man like Kealon…so handsome, so tempting. Heck, I didn't want to ever have to share a bed with men; they were despicable creatures.

“I believe you've forgotten about what I said earlier.” I began, my tone tight and my face straight. “I do not want to start a real relationship between us. I want this marriage to remain just a mutual thing, which means when I get to your palace, you'll be arranging a different room for me.”

Kealon was silent for a while as he stared at me like he wanted to peel out my skin and dig into my soul. “I'm sorry Isabella, but that would not be possible.” He paused, sighing. “We can't have separate rooms. My people will talk, and sooner than you expect, rumors will start to fly that I'm mistreating my bride, and I do not see her fit for me. Then, it would reach your father and I'm sure you do not want that.”

He was right, but I didn't say a word.

Kealon took another step forward and I moved back again, my body melting at the intensity of his eyes. Was he truly searching into my soul or something?

“Isabella, I understand that people fear arranged marriage and situations like this and I feel like you're one of them.” There was a short pause as he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and I shivered at his touch. “However, despite your attempt to hide it, I can tell that you're not just scared about this marriage. There's something more. Something deeper. Something I can't understand yet.” He placed his hand on my shoulder and a shiver ran down my spine.

“Isabella, I can assure you that you have nothing to fear when it comes to me. I will try my best to understand your fears and help you deal with them.” He spoke with sincerity and I almost believed him.

“But for now, unfortunately, you can't go out to disturb your father, nor can we have separate rooms when you move in with me.” He moved back. “I will consider every request you make and try my best to make you happy. However, please grant me this one request; let's share a bed from now on. I didn't try so hard to make you my wife just for you to push me away.”

For a second, I was stunned, shocked by his perfect manner and the way he spoke. But I quickly got over it, thinking it was just some manipulative tricks that men had up their sleeves. I didn't say a word as I walked over to my bed, deciding not to disturb my father anymore.

“Thinking about it, don't you think you're creepy? Stalking me for years and arranging a marriage behind my back?” I asked as I began arranging a pillow in the middle, trying to form a wall between us.

My heart skipped a beat, and my cheeks burned when I suddenly heard him chuckle. It was so deep and powerful. Was it even possible for someone's chuckle to be powerful?

“I wouldn't call it stalking though, and it's definitely not very creepy. However, I'm sure you'll think otherwise when you find out the truth about how we met and why it's such an honor to marry someone as perfect as you.”

Heavens, this man was good with his words. “Are you not going to tell me where we met or do you want me to beg you for that?” I questioned, still trying to form the pillow wall.

“I think it would be better when you find out, Isabella. I don't want to ruin the fun.”

I turned around to face him, and oh, good lord, I lost my breath as my eyes landed on his perfectly toned abs, which I was sure were definitely sculpted by an angel. His chest was wide, with all six abs poking out perfectly. Imagine laying my head in such a marvelous body, and damn, the V line around his waist was curved so perfectly I couldn't help but imagine what it would feel like tracing it down. I didn't even know my mouth was slightly agape until I felt drool almost falling out.

Goodness! What the heck!

“What are you trying to do? Why did you take off your shirt?” I questioned, my eyes boring daggers into his own as I silently accused him of trying to seduce me.

“Oh, sorry princess, do you want to have your bath first?” He questioned innocently then wore his shirt again.

Oh. He only wanted to bathe. Of course, we were supposed to bathe after such a long day. Way to go Isabella. Way to go.

“Y-yes I'd like to have my bath first,” I muttered, even though I'd have preferred he went in first so I'll have all the time to myself, but I wanted to save myself the shame.

“Alright. Go on.” He then walked past me and sat on his side of the bed. He didn't even complain about the wall I created which was weird because I had tried this same thing with Brandon at the beginning of our relationship when I was still very shy and new in the relationship but he got mad at me and threatened to sleep in another room from then on if I tried such a thing again. He seldom got angry, but somehow that did the trick.

“Are you having troubles, love?” I heard Kealon ask from behind as I struggled with the zipper of my dress. Butterflies filled my stomach at the sound of the word ‘love’. I thought I hated the word now, but hearing it come out of his mouth sounded so perfect.

“No, I'm fine,” I replied, even though I was finding it hard to get the damn zipper down. But I'd rather struggle than let him help me.

Suddenly, he was right behind me, his hand on my hand. “Let me help.” He whispered, his breath fanning my neck and for a moment, I stood still. But then I moved away from him, my eyes filled with fury as I turned to face him and said, "I can handle it.”

He only smirked then turned me around softly. He placed his hand on a particular spot in my back, and my breath hitched, and I swear my body ran cold at the word that came out of his mouth next, “You don't have to be worried about the mole on your back, love, it's perfect.”

H-how did he know about it?

I had hated that stupid small thing on my back, and I had been hiding it for a while, very insecure about it, especially after Brandon saw it and said it was a beauty flaw and that it looked like a bird had pooped on my back.

“This is perfect. You are perfect.” Kealon said again and my tensed body relaxed as I allowed him to undo the zipper.

“T-thank you,” I muttered, then sprinted into the bathroom. Did he really find it perfect or was it a lie?