She's the one thing he can't have. And it's killing him, because Kingston men always get what they want, don't they? In this story of an arranged marriage gone haywire, two polar opposites fight their way to be together. Can they withstand new love...
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I felt a cool rush of air brushing over my exposed leg. I was in one of Axle's shirts which fit like a dress on me but I didn't mind and he didn't either. The fact that he uses Hugo Boss to sleep wasn't that shocking to me.
When I opened my eyes which felt like they were glued shut, I noticed Axle wasn't with me. He wouldn't have left for work without waking me up so he must be around somewhere.
I rubbed my eyes harshly and went to the bathroom to treat my wound. It isn't close to healing yet but it's now day 2 of my residency with Mr Kingston and I would have to make my way back home soon.
After dressing the wound and brushing my teeth, I tried to style my hair. I'll be honest, I haven't felt pretty in the last few days, being stabbed and all. I need my clothes and I want my shampoo.
As I made my way downstairs, I was hit with the lovely scent of bacon and eggs.
I expected to see a chef at the stove, but what I saw was better. A shirtless, back muscle flexing Axle Kingston. His joggers sat low on his waist and I know he wasn't shirtless because he didn't have any shirts to wear. The man was shirtless because he wanted me to look. So I didn't.
"you're quite the chef." I said, and he turned around with a mug in his hand.
"you're quite the sleeper." he said and gave me a smirk.
"did I miss anything?" I asked and eyed the stove.
"nothing serious." he said, and faced his back to me. I am internally swooning.
"shouldn't you be at work?" I asked, and sat down at the stool near him.
"took the day off for you." he said, with a hint of politeness. That was one of the rare times Axle spoke like a human being, with a gentle voice. We treasure these occurrences of his niceness.
"that's sweet of you. Are you taking me out?"
"no, you'll spend all my money." he said, and laughed.
I did not laugh. I did not find that funny.
"I would've bought you something too. Maybe a shirt, poor guy, standing here and cooking without one. I feel so bad." I said with a sarcastic tone.
"keep running your fucken mouth and see what happens." he said, his voice menacing, threatening. Anyone would be scared. But I was not afraid of Axle Kingston. I held him in the palm of my hand.
"and what exactly would happen hm? Are you threatening me?" I asked, and he had a devilish smirk on his face for some reason.
"yes." he answered plainly.
"you're drinking coffee? I thought you were allergic to any liquid other than whisky." I said and he scoffed.
"I'm trying something new." he said, and I followed his eyes to the coffee machine which was the exact same one I have at home.
