Chapter 100 - A woman's feelings

The car came to a halt after an awful lot of silence. Alexandre opened the door for her and Lily got out. The tension in Alexandre's body and mind made him doubt his innocence. Was he wrong?

All she had done was open that stupid safe deposit box. What kind of contents could possibly elicit such a reaction. He ran his hand through his hair, standing there motionless. Maybe he should inquire her. But would it really be a good idea, in this state of mind. Shit. He did not know how to handle this situation? Or should he charm her. He didn't know what to do. After all, he never had to care about a woman's feelings. He was a powerful man, couldn't care less about anyone else's problems.

Ironic, now he needed to. How easy it would be if she were obediently again.

"Just tell me what it is you want from me."

She eyed him warily. Her wounded look made him restless, no doubt she always caught him without warning, increasing his irritation. Fuck!

„What I need is for you to leave me alone!" Why was she so willful! Why wasn't she totally and willingly at his mercy! The knowledge was intoxicating. But he needed all on track.

She'd enough, never spoke another word. Her eyes glided across the landing field. He could clearly see the question marks in her pretty eyes. Until her eyes caught on to her friend who was just boarding Alexandre's private jet with her older brother.

Alexandre needed to fix things now. Before any other disturbing factors were added. He knew that if he didn't manage to calm her displeasure now, his plans for the next weeks would be shaken. Because Lily would no longer follow his script without comment. There was this big elephant in the room.

"Where is Adrien?" Her voice was as cold as ice. Blue eyes wide and bright, filled with fear, pain and rage. He felt her clearly for the first time. Stunned, he stared at her.

He pointed to the car that was just coming up.

Okay, um... He didn't understand it, felt like he was on a roller coaster. Hadn't she just been trembling all over her body with fear and refused to speak to him a few minutes ago.

How he would love if she cried. It would make everything so much easier. The thought was awful. He knew he was an ass. C'mon! Taking a steadying breath, he would face her.

"Don't fight me, Lily." He grabbed her by the elbow and pulled her towards him.

She looked at him, the corners of her mouth pulled down and her forehead wrinkled as if she had encountered a problem.

Without warning, Alexandre put his arm around her waist and pulled her closer. He would solve this problem now. Even if he had to use all his charm to bewitch her. So far, no woman had ever been able to resist him. Lily was nothing special. A normal girl with too little self-confidence. If he put a little honey in her mouth, she'd eat right out of his hand again.

"You don't really care, do you?" Her anger crashed over him like a tidal wave. He had expected everything, but not her anger. This woman was always good for a surprise.

"I care about you, Lily. Love, that's why I'm here, because I care about you. I was upset because you were just gone. I'm sorry."

He thought it might calm her down. A few caresses. A few sweet words.

But she struggled out of his grasp, moving away from him and finally turning on him like a furious cat. "Liar! All you do is lie to my face! You care about something else. But it's definitely not me!"

He'd stared at her, completely helpless. But she dashed away. What the hell. No one had ever left him like that. His sense of unease grew.

He had enough. He wanted to run after her, yell at her. How dare she.

But he was old enough, he decided to do better. Carrot and stick.

Again he slid to her side, wrapped his arm around her and pulled her back into his arms. Her slender back pressed against his upper body. There was not a leaf left between them. He felt her quick breaths, the trembling of her body and smelled her soft sweetness.

"Let go of me!" She hissed.

He did not take his hand away, but let his head sink down beside her ear.

"You know what? I'm a Liar and I'm really fucking don't care." Her body stiffed, screaming, don't touch me. „I pity you. You're so pathetic! You know you're this liar's wife, so act like one!"

He planted a sweet kiss on her neck, burring his nose in her wonderfully fragrant hair. "This whole thing was a setup. And you knew it." Alexandre murmured, somehow filled with guilt and shame. "You are nothing more than an actor, playing out your part. And this-" He reached for her hand. It was small and delicate. All warmth had disappeared from it. He drew little circles with his thumb over the back of her alabaster hand. "-is all an act too. But you're mine, do you understand? You belong to me." And pulled the white gold ring over her finger. The filigree pink diamonds glittered even in the dark of the night. He knew he was cruel. But he needed to. "So be a good girl. You don't want me to be unhappy right?" He pressed his lips against her throat, testing her. "You can run away but I will always find you. And I'll lock you up and throw away the fucking key if you ever even think about doing anything like that again, do you hear me?" Her whole body was shivering."You don't even know how lucky you are. I protect you and provide for you. Don't act so ungrateful. You don't want to test me, sweetheart. Right?"