Chapter 11

**TW/ slang and curse words are used in the chapter**


**Amara**


The early morning sun washes over me as I run across the pathway that leads out of the woods and to the mansion.


I barely slept last night.


As soon as we entered the bedroom, Luke tried to command me not to tell his grandfather that he hadn't picked me up yesterday morning.


He had made a lame excuse to him about me being late, so he had to leave without me.


Asshole.


But the key word is that he tried.


I let him know in return that he shouldn't play any dirty tricks against me again, or I would be walking down to his grandfather's office, spilling all that he had said to me on our wedding night.


He shut up after that, opting to stay silent all night long. And I preferred it that way.


It gave me time to think about me and Jason. But as soon as I started thinking about him, my head started aching, and when I tried to sleep, every time I closed my eyes, I would see his face staring at me with such passion in the washroom of his office.


The conversation was repeating itself in my head, and I couldn't get even a blink of sleep.


So as soon as my alarm buzzed at 4 am, I was out of bed, changing into a sports bra with a tank top over it and running shorts with my Nike shoes, ready to go for a run.


Running wasn't something new to me. I loved running when I was in Europe for my studies. Every time I felt stressed out or anxiety creeping in on me, I would run.


And what I was feeling was similar to that. A run in the early hours of the day would give me the calm and peace I needed.


It's been two hours since I've been out for a run. I also took some time to spend by the lake in the woods. The woods were nothing dangerous, just a lot of trees, birds, and a lake. It was a part of Harvey's property.



And now I was returning from my much-needed escape into nature. Sweat covered my body as my tank top stuck to my skin because of the wetness from my sweat.


I had just crossed the backyard to get into the mansion through the backdoor when some movement from my left caught my attention.


My eyes casually glanced over to my left and then returned to focus ahead before I turned my head in that particular direction with a jerk.


I stopped dead in my tracks as I watched the man doing a lap in the swimming pool. His movements, precise and powerful.


Swallowing at the scene, my gaze stayed transfixed at the figure as it moved with precision and familiarity.


After what felt like hours, he climbed out of the pool. Grabbing the towel from the beach chair, he dabbed it over his chest with his back on me.


His swimming trunks were fitting deliciously on his ass, and his thighs and calves were flexing muscles.

My throat felt dry; I didn't even know why I was staring when I had just given myself a pep talk in the woods by the lake about not thinking and lusting over this exquisitely made specimen of a man.


He must have felt my gaze on him because he turned around to meet my eyes.


Unlike other times, his eyes neither expressed mischief nor did they indicate any attraction or heat.


Which was exactly what I wanted, but it irritated me.


He can't be over me that easily, can he? I doubted that, so I decided to test him and had just taken a step in his direction when he turned around and walked away.


And I was left there with a gaping mouth.


Huffing, I also continued towards my room with quick steps. How dare that man ignore me like this?


Opening my bedroom door, I took a bathrobe and my undergarments before walking towards the bathroom.


Irritated, I didn't even bother checking if it was occupied because if I had glanced over the sofa I would have seen it empty.


And that's why, seconds later, I found myself lying on top of my half-naked husband.


I had pushed the bathroom door open quite forcefully and entered so fast that I collided with him.


Trying to push myself up, I slipped as the tiled floor was wet and slippery. I was about to try again when I felt his arm snake around my waist.


And only then did my attention go to him. I looked down at him from my position. From the first moment we met, he had looked at me with only disdain and indifference, but for the very first time, there was something else in his eyes.


His eyes were filled with fire, and I was confused and lost for a moment until I registered the position we were in. He was naked from the waist up, while my clothes clung to my body like a second layer of skin because of the sweat.

I was still in shock when I felt his arm pushing into my waist and his face leaning closer, and that was my cue.


I pushed his head back on the tiled floor with a thud. A groan escaped his lip but I didn't care one bit.


His arm loosened around my waist, and I took the chance to get up from my position above him.


I looked down at him as he stood up, clutching the back of his head with his hand.


Without thinking twice I pushed him out of the bathroom before locking the door.


As I turned around, I heard a loud smack on the door before he shouted, “Bitch!”


“Asshole!” I yelled in return before rolling my eyes, stripping off my clothes, and getting in the shower.


“Bloody nuisance of a man”