Chapter 230
230 –I Am In Her Man’s Arms
Madeline:
I looked down and clutched the coat. The fabric had folded in a way that the buttons pressed against him.
Some of them were even colliding with the buttons on his own shirt.
My face warmed at the connection between our buttons.
He tried to tell me that only fixing them would be fine, but even I felt uncomfortable in the coat.
It’s all right, I will take it off,” I told him. “Just close your eyes, okay?” I added, and he instantly closed his eyes.
Now that he lay in front of me with his eyes shut, I felt as if I were committing a sin by staring at his face so openly.
I slowly lifted myself by pushing my hand against the couch and sat upright.
I started to unbutton my coat, but staring at him while taking off my coat gave me goosebumps and unwanted thoughts.
I took off the coat and set it aside.
“Just tell me when you are done,” he mumbled, probably after I had taken too much time.
I kept an arm crossed over my bare stomach and lay down under the blanket again.
“You can look,” I whispered.
He opened his eyes and stared at my face in silence.
We lay there quietly until I began to shift because something was brushing against my bare stomach and causing an itch.
“What happened?” he asked, sounding a little tired.
“Your belt,” I complained.
“It keeps hitting my stomach,” I added.
Baxter pouted and let out a low strained sound before he sat up.
The moment he moved, I quickly grabbed the blanket to cover myself.
“I’ll take it off,” he remarked.
I gave him a small nod. He brought his hands to his waist and worked the buckle open.
The soft clink of the metal echoed in the small room.
He pulled the belt free in one smooth motion and set it on the ground.
“Better?” he questioned as he lowered himself beside me again.
I gave him another nod and he shifted closer.
This time, when he placed his arm around me because he had nowhere else to rest his hand, his cold hand touched my warm skin and I almost jumped toward him.
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An awkward silence settled again.
He gently adjusted his legs and I could understand how uncomfortable he must have been in those tight pants and
shirt.
He looked so stiff.
“You can take off your clothes if you want,” I told him.
The moment I said it, I noticed the way his fingers curled on my back.
I kept my eyes closed while waiting for his response.
“If I took off my clothes, trust me, Madeline, there will be mistakes that will happen,” he warned.
As soon as he said those words, my eyes snapped open and I looked straight into his eyes.
I closed my eyes shyly, and he pulled me closer and this time I felt his breathing against my ear.
I realized he was leaning on top of me now.
“What? You don’t want me to take off my clothes anymore?” he questioned straight into my ear.
I began to gently curl my fingers against his chest.
I noticed the way his body tensed up from my small movement.
“It’s okay, you can keep them on,” I whispered.
The minute I said those words, I noticed he pulled back.
Even though I did not want to get intimate because I remembered that this marriage was for a reason, him stepping back made me wonder what I did wrong.
He hugged me and began to breathe softly, which gave me the idea that he was falling asleep.
I kept wondering what our future would be like.
Previously I wanted to find out about my wolf and then ask for a divorce.
But now I had been kicked out of the pack, so even if I proved my wolf to be non–hostile, it would not matter.
Then another worry formed in my head.
Just because he married me does not mean he is done with Yuvonne.
This was only a deal.
It had been a deal with the other alphas too.
“Screw her,” my wolf muttered, talking about my sister.
“You know she is the one who leaked the diary pages,” my wolf said.
I grunted because that was the truth.
“How could someone be so full of hate?” I asked her.
“Your sister is not just someone. She is the biggest witch and bitch of all time. But look what happened. We have her fiancé in our arms,” she bragged.
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The way my wolf chuckled and showed off about being in Baxter’s arms made me frown at her.
She was so evil, but I guessed so was everybody else.
“Oh please, do not act like you do not know what I am talking about. Remember when we were walking down that aisle? You were thinking about how you wanted to walk down the aisle with Baxter as his bride,” she reminded me and I bit my bottom lip.
She chose violence when she confronted me for my contradictory behavior and I quickly closed my eyes to pretend I had fallen asleep.
“This is just one night. Remember, tomorrow night who knows what else will happen,” she teased before we both fell asleep.
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