His Devious Rule

If her heart skipped a beat at first, it raced at the rhythm of his tongue exploring her mouth like he was starved. Like a bottomless cup that couldn't be filled, she wanted more as soon as she missed his lips from hers.

Her eyes opened in a daze and shivered when his lips trailed down her neck, prepping her skin like a priceless treasure. Anya huffed, her chest rose and fell, suddenly feeling the dress small.

Her dazed eyes met his dark ones. She gasped when he lowered his head and his lips brushed over the swell of her chest. "Alvin…" She grabbed his hair but she wasn't sure if she was even trying to pull him away.

A shiver ran down her spine when his lips latched on the swell and gave a lick. Without warning, he sucked on her muscles, making her swallow her moan, biting her lips.

Alvin made sure he left a glaring red mark on her smooth and delicious plump when he stopped. He swallowed hard seeing her flushed red till her chest with just that. Here he was thinking of every sin he could do to her, her body.

He couldn't help but steal some kisses and heard her huff out a word, "Hooligan…"

Alvin smirked. Well, it sounded like a compliment. He faced her, gently grazing her cheek with his thumb, watching her still breathing through her mouth. "Go and change." His deep voice was low and commanding.

Anya recalled what she was wearing. It wasn't like she wouldn't have changed. Did he have to do all that to ask her to change?

Before Alvin could get up, he found himself pinned on the bed with an enticing face going close to him. Well, he had forgotten his Fierce Kitten.

Anya tried to balance herself but thanks to her dress, her lower body fell on top of him without the support of her knees. Anyway, she focused on commanding him back, "And you too."

Rolling off him, she grabbed a random dress and tossed her heels as she entered the ensuite.

Alvin: "..."

He had to control himself and his wife was set on giving different ideas to his mind by leaving her shoes like that. She was so organized, he was spoiling her, wasn't he?

He got up from the bed when Anya strode out and pointed at the hickey that had turned dark red as if she was bruised. "Are you crazy?"

Anya was baffled realizing his plan all along was to leave a mark so that she didn't wear that dress. "Devious man." She grabbed a wristwatch case from the stand close by and threw it at him.

Outside the room, Zane turned to the room door hearing his mother's voice. He shook his head in resignation, thinking Alvin was being scolded for something.

In the room, Alvin shifted to miss the flying case and approached her leisurely. He knew she wasn't angry as she was making a cute pout.

He tugged her into his arms and whispered in a teasing tone, "I should have helped you… Change. My bad."

Anya again flushed imagining him changing her dress. "You wish." She scoffed and stomped back to the bathroom hearing his warm laughter.

Alvin watched her squinted eyes on him until the end she closed the door. "Goofball."

He just changed his black shirt to white and added the burgundy vest over it. Layering with the blazer, he fixed the layers of his suit watching himself in the reflection of the mirror.

His eyes involuntarily went to the bathroom when it unlocked and felt his heart skip a beat watching her. The sexy seductress was changed into beguiling beauty.

Alvin sat down and checked out his wife taking his own sweet time. One of her shoulders was uncovered and flowed down into a modest semi-sweetheart neckline covering her hickey. The snug fit of the dress was removing the unwanted attention on her breasts making her look elegant.

Her one arm was completely covered in open sleeves that flew down to the floor like a tail. The white was undoubtedly a good choice for her.

Wearing white studded pumps which were gorgeous on their own, Anya stood in front of Alvin. "This is pretty." Although Ean takes care of these, her gratitude must be to her husband as he is the one who is paying for it.

Anyway, she liked the soft fabric and intricate design of the bodice. The dress didn't make her suffocate, rather it made her feel comfortable and beautiful. "I will be cold." One of her shoulders wasn't covered.

Pretty was an understatement seeing that dress on her. Alvin beckoned her closer. The next moment, he was amazed when she sat on his lap sideways and faced him with the dimples peeking on her cheeks.

"Officer Owen, aren't you getting too comfortable in a man's lap?" He mused while his hand went around her hips and secured her.

Anya shrugged. She had caught him staring at her. Rather than being tugged into his arms, wasn't it better to sit on her own? Anyway, she whispered, "I had told you." She married him to do whatever she wanted to do with him.

Now she was being playful and he was tempted. "What is your plan?" His husky sounded near her ears causing her to faintly flinch.

Anya hummed pretending to be thinking and whispered in a hushed tone, "A femme fatale." she winked as she added coquettishly, "To bring disaster to the one who gets involved with me."

Alvin softly nodded as his fingers twirled her hair and left at the side of her face, "Interesting." He met her mischievous eyes and continued, "Then I should…"

'Knock... Knock…'

Zane's adorable voice came, "Momma… I need to use the loo. I am opening the door."

Anya hurriedly got up from Alvin's lap and Alvin glared at the door. Right, he should be happy he got that long time with his wife.

The door knob turned and Zane entered inside. He was about to go to the bathroom, he paused looking at Anya. His sparkled as a smile bloomed on his face. He exclaimed, "Momma, you are so beautiful." He lifted his hands asking her to lower.

"Thank you, my baby…" Anya smiled and sat on her toes. Zane kissed her cheek before going to the bathroom.

Anya turned to Alvin who was still narrowing his eyes at the bathroom, "You two have the same taste. Don't you?" Both liked the same dress and expressed it in different ways.

Alvin hummed as it was the fact. But he hissed, "Didn't he easily get you?" His little enemy wasn't even born when he got his Little Donut while Alvin had to leave the country, and hear her many rejections before she agreed.

Anya couldn't believe he was competing again. She stood up and reached for his shoulder. Effortlessly pinning him on the bed, "Shall I tell you a secret?" She mused.

Woah, his wife was becoming much bolder to make moves. Her words caught his attention. He nodded to know what she was up to.

Anya controlled herself from laughing and responded, "Our baby will fall in love with another girl." Anya stood up thinking Alvin would be happy to know Zane will like some girl and be with her.

Alvin knew that. However, Zane will still have his Little Donut to worry about him. "I should brainwash that little girl." He made his decision, "Bring her home sometime." He will sell his son to Jia as soon as possible.

Anya: "..."

…

In the banquet hall,

Everyone turned to the main door when they heard Alvin was coming. The different halls guests were watching the hallways where the couple walked gracefully with an adorable boy next to the lady.

Although they weren't much surprised by how dashing Alvin was in a suit, they found it difficult to accept the lady who was in jeans and a scarf around her neck had turned into a rare beauty.

The main banquet hall fell into silence when the three entered inside. If Alvin looked like a cold dictator, Anya was no less approachable. Even if they wanted to, they couldn't ignore the boy next to Anya. As cute as he looked, his expression was no different from his parents'.

Krystle exclaimed watching Anya, "If I knew my girl was so alluring, I would have considered having a wife."

Linus: "..."

Earl was mesmerized watching Anya. The shimmer, colors, and music in the hall paled in his eyes watching her walk in. He snapped out hearing Krystle and shifted his eyes on Alvin.

An antique dealer? A bitter smile appeared on Earl's lips. Alvin knew to pick the treasure.

He had chosen her too. Why did he lose against the man who had disappeared from her life for five years?

He grabbed a whiskey glass when a waiter halted in front of him. He chugged the whiskey and placed the glass back on the tray.

The waiter walked away, looking at another one. He raised his thumb, indicating his part in the plan was completed.