His Devious Rule

Anya is aware nobody has the lenience around Alvin as much as she does. And he also started to succumb to her stubbornness. She curiously asked since he took care of her ignoring his ire, "Why do you treat me well?"

Alvin opened his eyes at her random question. He flipped to the side to look at her. She was still in the bathrobe, tightly wrapped and knotted. Under the dim light, he couldn't make out her expression. Yet, he could feel her soft gaze on him.

The time he spent with her, played in his mind like a reel. Though he didn't treat her like a precious person in the past, he truly treated her better than anybody else. He didn't know why. He was doing what he felt like doing.

'Probably because she didn't see me as Matthews.' He wondered. He had also noticed she wasn't afraid if he was cold or tried to get close to him or flirted with him. She was somebody who chose him for being him.

Meeting her after such a long time in an unexpected way, he just wanted to keep her close to him. He indeed took his time to know he wanted to make her as his and it is hell difficult.

He took his hand out of the comforter and cued her to get near. Instead of going close to him, she tilted her head in perplexity.

Only two of them were there in the suite, why does she have to get close to him to listen to the response?

"Don't you want to know?" He snickered, "Come close." He commanded her as he beckoned her again.

Pursing her lips, Anya contemplated for a few seconds before moving closer and pushing her head to listen to him.

"A little more." He purposefully instructed in a low voice.

Pressing the robe on her chest, she went further closer without understanding what was going on in his head.

'Was he going to knock on her head?' She doubted.

Suddenly his shoulder raised from the couch, he lifted the comforter with a hand, another arm snaked her waist and pulled her on the couch right into his embrace.

"..." Frozen Anya whose heartbeat skyrocketed at his unexpected moves.

Anya took a few seconds to fathom the situation. "Alvin Matthews…" She screamed. She couldn't believe what was happening. Her head was resting on his arm, her back was against his chest with the same comforter over them. Even though her feet were still on the floor, she was lying too close for her comfort.

Calm and strong-headed Anya Owen fled out of the window.

She tried to get up but his other arm gently rested on her waist, his warm big palm held her fists which were in front of her chest. His arms were like an iron cage, winning against them wasn't easy. She was like a goldfish struggling in his arms.

"Let me go…" She tried to move his hands but it was of no use.

'How could he be so strong?' training apart, She had broken bones of the men when she went on an unexpected mission to catch a hacker. But Alvin was too tough for her.

She desperately tried to reason with him without understanding what he was trying to do, "Alvin, you can't just hug anybody like this." She was able to hold her panic because she kind of got used to staying close to him while they were floating in the ocean.

Alvin yawned and made a little more space for her. He corrected her, "Sweetheart, it's called cuddling to sleep." His magnetic voice was too sexy, almost making her blush.

Anya had forgotten she was arguing with the most unreasonable person she had ever met, "Why would you do that?" Her fluster was apparent in her voice. Her breathing had itched and her eyes had filled up without her aware. She wanted to get away from him.

He lied nonchalantly, "I am cold."

Anya couldn't believe he was lying so easily. She could feel his body warmth more than what the comforter could give. She countered struggling to get away from his arms, "I am freezing than you. Let me go."

Alvin sniggered as he hummed in response, "Then I should keep you warm."

Anya: "..."

She wanted to slap herself and beat him to a pulp. She knew he wouldn't try to do anything to her but she couldn't keep her calm. If this was his teasing, she wanted him to stop that immediately.

"Alvin, stop playing around." Her breathy, struggling voice continued.

Against her fluster, his calm voice sounded above her head, "Shhh… Breathe."

Anya genuinely wanted to breathe and stay calmer but felt her head throb. She didn't know what to call him. Who grabs women like that? If he was somebody else, she would have kicked him in the balls but she couldn't bring herself to do that to him.

Although Alvin had his eyes closed, he sensed her efforts to calm herself. He was already aware that she panics as soon as he tries to get physically close to her. Hence while holding her wrist, he was checking her pulse. Her heart was erratic as if she was running for her life. He didn't expect this bad reaction. Yet, he didn't let her go.

He had many questions that needed answers however he was sure she wouldn't respond to any. She will certainly say 'any girl would react the same if somebody grabs her like this.' Instead of letting her run from him or her panic, he flipped her to face him.

With the turn, her legs shifted on the couch. As soon as her legs touched his, she dropped her legs to the floor. Clenching her teeth, Anya lifted her head to scold him. Unintendedly, her forehead brushed over his lips and the two froze.

While one tried to keep his mind clear, another one suddenly felt relaxed causing her to overcome with acute nostalgia. She had forgotten how warm and cozy she was feeling when her mother was occasionally cuddling her to sleep and her father would spoil her by putting her to sleep when she was still in school.

After shifting to the city for studies and Zane came into her life, she was so busy growing up and building strong, she had forgotten a few things that were making her happy.

She had the urge to be selfish for a moment and sleep in his arms despite knowing it wasn't right. She was going to flee from the port, there won't be any awkwardness, right?

Anya's brows quivered at the realization of her thoughts. She shouldn't have these thoughts with Alvin. If they are friends, friends don't do this.

She bit her inner lip to wake herself with the sharp pain. This action will make her crave more and she was afraid to become greedy. She was already selfish to keep Zane for herself, she should learn to be happy with him.

She didn't think it wasn't her who started this.

She pushed her head away and calmly asked, "Let me go, Alvin."

Although she said that, her body had betrayed her mind in that brief pause. He had felt her faintly lean to him and relax. Hence he brushed off the thought of letting go of her, "Sleep, Little Donut." His deep soothing voice was relieving.

Anya clenched her teeth. It was already a miracle for her to stay calm without going berserk. Why was he making it difficult for her? Though he always teased her, he never physically tried to get closer to her.

Her eyes darkened, "I am not your toy." There was a hint of anger in her tone.

Alvin could guess what she was pointing at. If she was one of his flings, he wouldn't be holding her in arms with so much patience. After satisfying his physical desire, he always sent those women out of his room.

With Krystle as her friend, Alvin wondered why this Young Mommy didn't even know such simple things. More than that, he wanted to find the jerk who made her pregnant, put some scare in her, and fled away.

He looked at her eyes which weren't meeting his, her brows scrunched and her lips pressed to a thin line. He caressed her head, "You are my wife." He mused.

"I am not." Anya hissed in annoyance. She didn't want to move her hands which were between them, trying to create space. So she lifted her leg to kick the man, but he was quicker and locked her limb between his legs.

"You are." He snickered while she tried to pull her leg away.

She fumed, "Then how many wives do you have?" She couldn't understand how he calls just anybody his wife. She wasn't even a girlfriend or a fiancée.

Doesn't he respect the relationships?

Alvin was speechless at her thought process. This woman always thinks he was kidding her. So he chose to make fun of her. He pretended to be counting,

"One, two, three…"

Anya: 😶

She lifted her head and met his eyes. He gave the final number, "Five."

Anya: 😑

"You know all of them, Ms. Owen."

Anya: 🤨

"Little Donut, Goofball, Little Leopard, Perverted Rascal, and Wild Kitten." All the five were her.

'I am not a pervert.' She thought.

"It's hard to choose who I like the most." He continued to tease her.

'Like!?' Her head tilted up hearing him, "You mean, you like me?" She was surprised to hear him voice it.

The 'like' she was talking about was liking friends, things, and pets. Not in an affectionate way. She never considered Alvin falling for her.

Alvin was tongue-tied for a second. She was likable, there is no doubt in that. But how did his effort to put her mind at ease change to talk about likes and dislikes?

"I said I like my five wives. Are you one of them?" He shamelessly asked.

Anya was rendered speechless. He was making fun of her. Does he get any satisfaction from hearing her say she was his wife? She better not argue with him.

Thus he continued, unexpectedly talking so much which he would have spoken for a whole month.

Anya sometimes whined, sometimes speechless and a few times chuckled, added with a fake cry. She didn't even realize when she fell asleep, there was a smile hanging on her lips.

Alvin: "..."

He didn't know he could be this childish. She was truly making him go crazy. Was he capable of all these? He just got to know in the effort to make her less panicked.

He looked at the little frame in his arms, he couldn't believe he was actually cuddling somebody like a naive little teenager on the couch. Well, he shouldn't be surprised as he had put clothes on unconscious Anya without even knowing it was her, his Little Donut.

Sigh, he was doing a lot of new things for the first time just for her.