Married to the Secret Stanger

Alexander casually sipped his coffee, his sharp gaze never leaving Joanne.

She was a mess.

Her ears were completely red, her head slightly bowed as she focused too hard on her food—as if the eggs on her plate held the secrets of the universe.

Then she broke the silence "What happened to Diana."

"She was knocked out by the men that wanted to take you, But I asked Frederick to take her home."

"OH" she sighed in relief.

Alexander smirked.

"Are you not going to ask me what really happened last night?" he finally said, breaking the silence.

Joanne stiffened.

Her fingers gripped her fork tightly, but she didn't look up.

"I…" she hesitated. "I don't think I want to know."

Alexander chuckled, the sound deep and rich.

"That bad, huh?"

Joanne's blush deepened.

Alexander leaned back in his chair, watching her squirm.

"Well, if you really don't want to know, I suppose I'll keep it to myself…" he mused. "But it's a shame. I thought you'd want to remember how you—"

"Stop!" Joanne blurted out, finally looking at him.

Alexander arched an eyebrow, amused.

She took a deep breath, her heart pounding.

"…Fine. Tell me."

Alexander set his coffee down and tilted his head slightly.

"You really don't remember anything?"

Joanne shook her head.

Alexander tapped his fingers on the table, dragging out the moment.

Then, with a slow smirk, he spoke.

"You kissed me."

Joanne's entire body went stiff.

Her eyes widened in horror.

"I-I did what?"

Alexander nodded, enjoying this far too much.

"You were all over me," he continued. "Kissing me so bad, begging me to help you feel better."

Joanne's jaw dropped.

She felt like the entire room was spinning.

"Y-You're lying!" she stammered.

Alexander tilted his head, his smirk deepening.

"Am I?"

Joanne's breath hitched.

Her heart was practically hammering out of her chest.

She wanted to crawl under the table and disappear.

Alexander watched her for a moment longer before leaning forward slightly.

"In the end," he said smoothly, "I let the maids take care of you."

Joanne let out the breath she didn't realize she was holding.

She covered her face with both hands, her body burning with embarrassment.

Alexander chuckled.

"Relax. I'm not that kind of man, i will wait till you're ready to give yourself to me willingly" he said, then with his voice low "your my wife anyways so we have to start thinking of having children."

Joanne peeked at him through her fingers, still too flustered to respond.

She had kissed Alexander King.

And begged him?

Oh God.

And did he just talked about children.