Jenny POV:
My phone rang, shrill in the silence. I picked it up, my heart skipping a beat. "I'm at your home now. Come out," Alex said, his voice low and detached. The line went dead.
I stood up, my palms slightly damp, and made my way outside. The sleek Rolls-Royce waited, its engine purring softly. I slid into the luxurious leather seat, the scent of polished wood and leather enveloping me.
"What did you need me for?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
Alex's gaze was fixed on some point ahead, his expression unreadable. "I want us to take some pictures. My dad is asking for pictures of us," I lied, trying to sound nonchalant.
He nodded, his eyes still distant. "Okay."
I brought out my phone and moved closer to him, the camera capturing our stiff poses. Alex's face remained impassive, his smile nonexistent.
"You have to smile, Alex," I said, my fingers brushing against his chest.
His eyes locked onto mine, his voice dripping with calm indifference. "If you want me to smile, then you'll follow me to my hotel room."
My instincts screamed warning, but I pushed aside my doubts. "What are you planning?"
Alex's expression didn't change, his tone unwavering. "Nothing. I won't do anything stupid to you, so stop what thoughts you might be thinking of."
I hesitated, but my curiosity got the better of me. "Let's go then."
The car glided into the hotel compound, the soft hum of the engine filling the air. We stepped out, Alex leading me to his hotel room, the soft carpet muffling our footsteps.
Alex POV:
As she entered, her gaze fluttered around the room, unaware of the secrets I held. "Let's capture some memories by the curtains," she said, her finger tracing the folds.
I nodded, my smile a gentle deception. "Of course."
We posed, our bodies stiff, like puppets on strings. Then, we sat on the bed, my hands encircling her waist like a tender vice. I forced another smile, my eyes locking onto hers.
"That's enough for today," she said, her satisfaction palpable.
But I had other plans, a symphony of secrets and lies. I swept her up, her eyes widening like a startled bird. "What are you doing, Alex?"
I didn't answer, my silence a whispered promise. I laid her on the bed, my grip firm, yet gentle. "Tell me the truth. Why do you need these pictures?"
Her eyes sparkled with deceit, like diamonds in the night. "I want to show my friend. She doesn't believe I'm getting married, so I want to prove it."
My calm demeanor turned glacial, my heart a frozen lake. "You should have said that earlier. I hate lies. Your punishment is to be tortured slowly today."
Her eyes widened, fear creeping in like a thief. "What do you mean?"
I leaned in, my breath a whispered secret against her ear. "Just watch and see."
My lips hovered over hers, but she closed her eyes, denying me. I moved to her neck, inhaling her scent, like a connoisseur savoring a fine wine. "You smell like something I could devour."
"Then eat it," she whispered, her voice trembling like a leaf.
I kissed her neck, her reactions betraying her, like a masterpiece revealing its secrets. I whispered in her ear, "We're going shopping tomorrow."
Her eyes opened, staring at the ceiling, like a canvas of wonder. "Hmm, okay. I want to ask you something."
"What's that?" I asked, my tone detached, like a maestro conducting a symphony.
"I want to know what you like and hate."
I smiled, my heart a frozen sculpture. "Likes: working. The rest you'll find out soon. Hates: laziness."
She laughed, thinking I joked, like a sunbeam dancing on waves. But I wasn't.
"You're not serious, I hope you know that," she said, her voice laced with amusement, like a gentle brook babbling over stones.
"No, I know it sounds weird to you, but basically, that's it. The rest you'll know later," I said, my tone unwavering, like a mountain standing tall.
"Okay," she said, her eyes sparkling with curiosity, like a child unwrapping a gift.
"And you?" I asked, my interest piqued, like a musician tuning their instrument.
"I love ice cream, karate, singing, and many fun stuff...I hate avocado," she said, her voice playful, like a kitten chasing a ball.
"Noted," I said, my expression unchanging, like a mask hiding my true emotions.
"We should take a nap. Sleep well, wifey," I said, my voice soft, like a lullaby.
I pulled her close, my eyes closing, like a book shutting its covers. "You too, love," she whispered, her breath warm against my skin, like a summer breeze.
But I didn't sleep. I lay there, my mind racing with plans, my heart cold and detached, like a winter landscape. This was just the beginning, like the first note of a symphony.