Chapter 145 The First Time
Victoria Kensington found herself sitting in silence across from him, a sense of utter bewilderment clouding her thoughts. She couldn't fathom why he felt the need to explain himself to her. After all, he didn't love her. He could just lay his desires and aspirations bare, regardless of what they were or the life he sought.
She was struck by the realization that she had fallen for the wrong man. A man who was nothing more than a charming facade, a pretender of nobility. A bitter laugh escaped her lips at the thought, her mind replaying the countless praises he had received for his swift decisiveness and self-discipline.
Disappointment welled up in her eyes, warming them, as she recognized the falsehood in his words. He was merely...
"So, can I come to your bed?"
Ah, of course. That was his ultimate desire—to share her bed.
"And after we've been to bed? Should I offer you my first time, too?"
Her words were laced with palpable sarcasm.
Alexander Harrington merely stared at her, a deep breath lodged in his chest.
"So, you just want to sleep with me? Well, I won't..."
"It's your first time."
His words were a soft murmur as he gently cradled her face, his forehead resting against hers.
Victoria's mind whirled. What had she just confessed to him?
First time?
The rumor mill had been churning, suggesting she must have been with Arthen by now. Even he had harbored such fears.
Yet, she had just admitted it herself—she was willing to give him her first time.
"I, I didn't mean that."
"Then what did you mean? Huh?"
His question was a whisper, his kisses tracing a slow path from her lips to her neck.
Victoria Kensington was momentarily dazed before she jolted back to reality and began to resist. "Alexander Harrington, stop it. I don't want to do this with you."
"You're my wife."
He closed the distance between them once more, their fingers entwining as a poignant reminder.
"But you're tainted."
"I’m not."
"Fine, let's confront Isabella Montgomery then."
Her voice was tinged with irritation.
Alexander Harrington fell silent.
Victoria Kensington observed him, her disappointment and anger intensifying. "Scared, huh? Let me go."
His ability to restrain her with such ease was infuriating, but it didn't mean he could do as he pleased. If he dared to cross that line, she vowed to retaliate while he slept.
Alexander Harrington released her only to pull her back into his arms before she could escape, his hold firm from behind. "Calm down, I promise I won't force you."
He realized it was time to stop prolonging the inevitable.
They needed to have a frank discussion.
His grip was so tight that within a couple of minutes, she was gasping for breath.
Alexander Harrington was left with no choice but to pin her against him, their faces inches apart. His voice was low and menacing: "Keep this up, and I will take you by force."
"You wouldn't dare."
"Oh, I dare."
Victoria Kensington couldn't comprehend how he could still manage to smile in such a situation, her face alternating between shades of red and white in her anger.
Alexander Harrington simply kissed her again, his lips softening her fury.
Eventually, she did quiet down, falling into a peaceful slumber in his arms.
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The following morning, she fled from their home.
She had arranged a meeting with a landlord at half-past seven.
The southern part of town was dotted with numerous vacant houses, but she chose to rent a seventy-seven square meter property. It boasted a spacious bedroom, a smaller guest room, a well-appointed bathroom, and an open-plan kitchen and dining area. The living room was small but inviting.
Victoria Kensington was satisfied and promptly handed over the deposit.
Yes, she was moving out. She couldn't bear to share a roof with him any longer.
After the events of the previous night, she was certain that if she continued to live with him, her mood would be constantly marred by his presence and that of Isabella Montgomery.
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