Chapter 19

▫️Christian's POV...

I entered my room to change, feeling the exhaustion of the day, then Stella burst into my room said something insane and went back. Unbelievable. I sighed, shaking my head. This girl... she’s chaos personified, but damn, life is never dull with her. Even when she drives me insane, she keeps things interesting.

After changing, I left for the party. Tonight is a big deal for me—being named the heir to the family business. I drank to celebrate, and then I drank some more , more and more. I don’t even know how much. All I know is the room started spinning, and everything felt... dark. Whatever. Power has its perks, but it also has its weight, and tonight, I wasn’t ready to feel any of it.

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Stella's POV

Half-asleep, I heard Christian calling my name, his voice slightly slurred. I didn’t replied neither I opened the door. I don’t want to deal with him right now. Maybe if I pretended to sleep, he’d go away.

But no, the idiot opened the door and walked in. I felt his presence lingering near me as he sighed softly. Was he... watching me sleep? Weird. The bed dipped as he sat down beside me. Why is he sitting here? Can’t he go somewhere else?

Then I caught the strong smell of wine. How much had this lunatic drunk? Panic rose in my chest. What if he tries something? Pervert ....mind your manners or be ready to lose your masculinity. But I couldn’t speak those words,  couldn't let him know I was awake. Nope, I stayed still, my breathing steady, even as my mind screamed.

Christian don't you dare do some lunatic act . I know I looked mesmerizing all day doesn't mean you let your intrusive thoughts win. Control dude.

I felt his hand brush against my face, gently tucking my hair behind my ear. Such a gentleman… but still a pervert! Teasing a sleeping girl. Bastard. My cheeks burned, and I had to fight the urge to react or blush I can't discriminate. Gosh!

Then, to my utter shock, I felt him lean closer. My heart stopped. And then it happened—a soft kiss on my cheek. WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?! Is this asshole taking advantage of me. No. That's kinda cute , Christian Knight being a cutie pookie kissing a sleeping girl, his wife, so cute. Wait. Fuck your intrusive thoughts Stella, you don't like him. My eyes flew open in shock. I can't speak anything remember Stella is sleeping.

Christian’s eyes were closed as if he was feeling the moment. Aww! No. Ewww. His hand cupped my face, one resting on my neck and the other on my chin, steadying me as he kissed me lightly.

The audacity! The nerve this asshole have.

I quickly shut my eyes again before he noticed I was awake. My heart pounded in my chest. He finally pulled away, patted my cheek softly, and whispered, “Good night, sweetheart.”

Then he left, closing the door behind him.

The second I heard the click of the lock, I sat up, gasping for air. My hand flew to my chest as I tried to process what just happened.

"Did Christian really just… kiss me?"

I shook my head.

"No , he was drunk. He wasn't in his senses. Right? "

"But still, how dare he? "

"But it was cute though. "

"No it was a pervert act. "

"But he is my husband."

"Forced husband. "

"But he could have taken permission. "

"I had denied."

I grabbed my hairs to stop my intrusive thoughts. What the hell is this dirty mind of me thinking. Just because he is hot and handsome and have deep voice just like fictional man from my novel doesn't mean I'll be a pervert. No never.

"See you also agree he is hot, handsome, fictio...."

This time I slapped myself to stop the intrusive thoughts and slept with printed cheeks , one with my slap another with kiss.

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The Next Morning...

After waking up and taking a shower, I stepped out to find five women standing in my room, each holding two dresses. My jaw dropped.

“What’s going on?” I asked, baffled.

Christian walked in, smirking. “Pick one.”

“What? Why?” I asked, still confused.

“Because you’re my wife now” he said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “And my wife have standards like me.”

I blinked at him. “I don’t need this and them! ”

He ignored me completely. “ I'll decide that. These are your maids. They’ll help you get ready.”

“Five helpers?!” I exclaimed, horrified.

He shrugged. “You’ll need them.”

Defeated, I picked a maroon gown and got ready. The heels and matching jewelry they left were beautiful.

Again I am looking gorgeous.

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After breakfast, I decided I couldn’t keep quiet about last night. I stormed over to that lunatic husband of mine, ready to confront him. He was lounging on the couch, sipping coffee, looking annoyingly smug as always.

“Christian,” I started, glaring at him.

He raised an eyebrow. “Yes, wifey?”

I rolled my eyes. “Care to explain what you were doing in my room last night?”

Christian looked genuinely confused at first, then smirked as he got up and walked toward me. “What do you mean, wifey?” he asked with that maddeningly smug tone.

“You came into my room and___” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.

He frowned, feigning innocence and confused. “And then what you did to me?”

“ME?” I sputtered. “ Why on the earth would I do anything to you? It's you who couldn’t resist your feelings!”

A smirk tugged at his lips. He stood and sauntered toward me, his gaze locked on mine. “And what exactly do you think I did, wifey?”

I took a step back, my face heating up. “You… kissed me while I was sleeping,” I muttered, avoiding his eyes. It's embarrassing.

Christian’s eyes gleamed with amusement, and his smirk widened,  “And how do you know I kissed you…if you were sleeping ?”

“Because I was awake when you came in,” I said, my voice dropping as embarrassment crept up on me.

He chuckled, his gaze locking onto mine. “I wasn’t sober, but you could’ve stopped me. You were enjoying it, interesting!” he said with a smirk that made me want to bury myself alive.

I groaned, trying to push past him. “I was NOT. Okay. Forget it. Just say sorry and let’s move on.”

“I don’t apologize,” he said smugly, blocking my way.

“Then forget it ever happened!” I shouted, feeling my patience snap trying to escape.

Before I could escape, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me closer. “My dear wifey,” he whispered, his voice dripping with mischief, “you know what? I honestly can’t remember kissing you… but now, I won’t forget nor I'll let you forget this embarrassing 'us' moment . But tell me…” He leaned in closer, his breath brushing against my ear, “…where did I kiss you?”

This pervert will rot in hell for teasing me.

I froze, my brain screaming for me to run, but my legs refused to move. “L-let me go!” I stammered, trying to twist free.

“No,” he said, his grin widening. “You started this little confrontation, so finish it. Where did I kiss you?”

“You’re impossible!” I said, finally managing to yank my hand free and stepping back.

He chuckled, completely unfazed. “You’re cute when you’re flustered, you know that?”

I glared at him, my heart pounding as I tried to keep my composure. “You’re insufferable.”

“And you’re adorable, wifey,” he said with a wink.

I glared at him. “Why are you teasing me like this?”

He smirked and said smoothly, “Because you’re my wifey.”

I frowned, crossing my arms. “And why, all of a sudden, are you so sweet and flirty after the wedding? You told me it doesn’t even matter.”

Christian leaned closer, his expression softening, though the teasing glint in his eyes remained. “Because I’m giving it a chance. You’re interesting… and you helped me get what I wanted. You’re different from other girls. You are lovable. You are mine.”

Rolling my eyes, I snapped, “Yeah, I’m so different—I have two horns.”

He chuckled, stepping back slightly but still watching me intently. “Exactly, wifey. That’s what makes you fun.”

I snapped, "Don't call me wifey."

Chris smirked, "I will."

I huffed and stormed out, his laughter echoing behind me,  my face burning, vowing never to confront this asshole again.

In my room, I collapsed on the bed, burying my face in my hands. Why does he always have to make everything so embarrassing? That bastard! Why on the earth I confronted him, I already knew the results.