Chapter 177 You're The First Woman I've Ever Held in Bed
Victoria Kensington, still groggy from sleep, was jolted awake by his stern declaration. An instinctive fear made her shrink away from him. "Don’t worry," he assured her, "we're just sleeping.”
"I don’t want to,” she protested, her voice barely above a whisper.
"If you resist, I’ll force it, Victoria,” he warned, his voice low and dangerous. Before she could react, Alexander Harrington had her subdued in his firm embrace. Lying stiffly on the hard bed, she could feel his warm breath against her ear as he whispered, "You're the first woman I've held in bed, I promise."
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The following day, as the clock struck 6:30 a.m., dawn broke clear. In the modest-sized bedroom, a man and woman lay entwined in an intimate pose. Victoria Kensington woke gently, her eyes fluttering open to the sight of his warm chest. He was still wearing yesterday's shirt, but below... A prickle of discomfort made Victoria quietly slide back.
Alexander Harrington remained asleep, his face peaceful in slumber. It was a stark contrast to his usual fierce, domineering, absolute demeanor.
Victoria quickly averted her gaze; this wasn’t for her to dwell on. She got out of bed, her feet still sore, and tiptoed to the living room.
As soon as she left, Alexander Harrington opened his eyes and stared at the door she had closed gently. An impulse surged within him, and he couldn't resist the urge to clutch the pillow she had used to his chest, burying his face into it. The pillow still carried her scent.
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Outside, Victoria was applying the ointment he had purchased yesterday to her bruised skin, feeling relief at the noticeable reduction in swelling. Setting her sights on preparing breakfast, she headed toward the kitchen. The bedroom door not far away opened from the inside.
She instinctively looked up, only to see a man stepping out clad in a dress shirt and black boxer briefs. His legs, though, were really something—uncomfortably long. Suddenly feeling a tingling sensation on her own legs, she quickly averted her gaze.
"Morning," he greeted her coolly.
"Uh, good morning," she replied, her head bowed low.
He walked past her and headed for the front door. Victoria sneaked a peek in his direction. As he reached the door, the doorbell rang. He answered it.
"Mr. Alexander, your laundry and breakfast are here."
"Thanks, I appreciate it," Alexander Harrington said, taking the items and sending the delivery person on their way. Victoria noticed he was always quite polite with the household staff—thanking them, acknowledging their efforts, and occasionally giving them small tokens of appreciation.
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Instead of returning to the bedroom, he sat down on the living room sofa and began to undress right in front of her...
"Stop, go change in the bedroom," she quickly interjected, covering half her face as a well-intentioned reminder.
Alexander turned to look at her, a mischievous smile crossing his face, and deliberately continued changing in her presence. Victoria shut her eyes reflexively when she saw his underwear discarded to the side, her hands still shielding her face. Yet, when he put on his pants, his long limbs were impossible to ignore.
She coughed. It wasn't like she meant to look. His legs swayed beside her, a distracting presence. Subsequently, he got up, and after a moment of confusion, Victoria looked up, only to have a white garment fall onto her head. It reminded her of childhood play—pretending to be a bride with a white fabric draped over her. Sighing, she pulled down the white dress shirt and hugged it to her chest, then looked up, foolishly gazing at his well-defined chest muscles that were nothing short of perfection.
He quickly slipped on a fresh shirt, but paused while fastening the buttons. He approached her, saying, "If you're going to look, do it openly."
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