The Secret Fiancée (The Windsors, #5)

by Catharina Maura

“You named your AI Smart Home System Pippy?”

She grins at him and places her elbow on the table, her fist underneath her chin. “Oh, honey, if you’d like, you can call me Mom. You’re my son-in-law now, after all.” Lex’s eyes grow impossibly wide, and dad huffs, not at all impressed by Mom’s acceptance of Lex.

The Herald has deemed to be far beneath a Windsor. My heart races as I read the scathing speculative pieces they wrote about Lex and his mysterious girl, which, as it turns out, is me.

“I almost wish they captured my wife properly that day, because she looked ridiculously beautiful.”

“I didn’t know this about her until we got married and started living together, but she gets super cranky the second she’s hungry,”

“Her face just transforms the second she bites down on a French fry, though. It made my whole day to see her smile like that.”

Even with my helicopter, I probably won’t make it home in time, and I hate that I can’t even promise my wife that I’ll have dinner with her. You have no idea what lengths I went to today just to catch a glimpse of her.”

Jealousy looks good on you, Mrs. Windsor. See me after class tomorrow for extra credit. You deserve it for showing me such a pretty sight.

Mrs. Windsor seems to have figured out that the household robots can solve equations for her, and she’s utilized them to help her with her coursework.”

“You say that, but you sound a little annoyed, Lola.” Lola? Who the fuck is Lola?

“You’re home. I didn’t think I’d get to see you today.” “Darling, are you arguing with the robots?”

More than once, I’ve flown into Astor College just to catch a glimpse of her between meetings, and fuck, it just isn’t enough.

“I was doing no such thing,” she says, her eyes wide. Fucking adorable. “I just don’t understand why she won’t call me Raya! She’s meant to be a smart robot, Lex, but she won’t listen to reason.”

“How did you even manage to piss off a robot? How long were you questioning it?”

“Then tell me, Lex. Truth or dare?” “Dare.” Her gaze roams over my face. “Kiss me.”

“I’ve thought of you countless times today, my little fairy. I’ve never been eager to go home before, Raya. I’ve never had anyone waiting for me, and I didn’t think I’d enjoy it as much as I do.” I didn’t expect to enjoy dating my wife as much as I do.

She looks at me like she actually believes I could ever say no to her. My silly girl.

“You terrify me, Raya,” I whisper without thinking.

Because you’re the kind of woman I could lose my heart to when I didn’t think I’d ever dare do something so foolish again. Because you’ve enchanted me in a matter of days.

Lex rocks back on his heels, his expression stern. “Some of you lack common sense and don’t know how to keep your eyes off what isn’t yours.”

Nice try, Adam. Granted, Raya is brilliant and very few could measure up, so I’ll give you a half decent mark for the way you praised her work. Rewrite this if you want a higher grade, and don’t pull this shit again.

She bats her eyelashes in a way I’m sure she thinks is attractive, but it just makes her look like she’s having an allergic reaction.

I’d recognize that tortured expression anywhere — he’s in love with her but knows he can’t have her. Ares looked at Raven that way for years, while he was arranged to be married to her older sister.

“Tell me, baby. Did you think you’d get away with letting him wrap his arm around what’s mine?”

warned you, didn’t I? You’re mine, Raya Windsor, and I don’t share.”

“I’d reward you for your obedience if you hadn’t gotten yourself into so much trouble. Now I’m going to have to teach you a lesson, darling.”

“You truly go above and beyond for your students, Professor Windsor,” she teases,

“Next time you’d better think of the consequences before you let him touch you,”

You’re playing dirty, Raya.” She knows how much I love it when she calls herself my wife. Fucking tease.

“Please fuck me, Professor Windsor.”

You made me suffer through that class, so now you’ll wait for your orgasm until I decide you deserve it.”

“I hope you have fun studying with Adam. I’ll definitely enjoy knowing my cum is dripping out of your pussy and onto your thighs, reminding you of who you belong to every time he smiles up at you.”

“Professor Windsor,” he says, his tone terse. I grin at him as I raise my fingers to my mouth and suck them clean, not giving a fuck if he realizes what I’m up to. If Raya won’t make it clear he can’t have her, I will.

“Have fun rewriting that report,” I tell him as I straighten. “And don’t forget to keep your eyes off what isn’t yours, or you might find something you won’t like.”

“O-Okay,” I murmur, nodding. “In the movie, you mean?” She nods and begins to cry harder. I stare at the movie, unsure what to do. Should I get it banned if it makes her cry?

Raya has access to my vast fortune, but she doesn’t want the countless things I could’ve bought her. She just wants this milkshake.

I sigh as I reach for my phone and order my assistant to get a proposal prepared so I can acquire this milkshake chain for my wife. If it makes her this happy, I have to make sure she has easy access whenever she wants. I’ll have one of these machines installed in our house.

“You’re better,” she whispers against my lips, before kissing me again. “Better than Hrithik Roshan.”

and four shots later, I don’t quite recall why I hated them in the first place.

“Sloppy coding,” he snaps. “Why are you using over thirteen thousand lines of code? How could you possibly need that much code? Where do you intend to send this drone, John? Space? I should fail you just for the sheer inefficiency you’ve forced me to witness.”

“I don’t want his name on these pretty lips,” I warn her, leaning in. “I don’t want him anywhere near what’s mine.”

“Watching him salivate over my wife is fucking maddening. How dare he touch your waist?”

“So, I’m here because you’re jealous.” “Damn right I am,” I growl,

“I’m jealous of the way he flirts with you so openly, while your husband has to stand back and make up some sort of dumb fucking excuse to approach you.”

“All these boys can stare all they want,”

“But every fucking inch of you is mine. Do you understand?”

“Then come for me,” I order. “This cock has to be earned, Raya. Come for me, and I’ll consider letting you have it.”

I bite down on my lip harshly when my wife pushes me over the edge, not giving a single fuck that we’re not alone in the room. She’s such a fucking brat, and she absolutely does deserve punishment.

I place my hand over his and frown. “That didn’t narrow it down at all. That was a terrible clue.”

“That’s wonderful. However, have you greeted my wife? I must not have heard you.”